Music OOC [Recurring]
Offering a cigarette to a teenager was one thing that an aging man might hold himself back from doing. Stopping said teenager from going to get his own, well, Zad had to draw the line somewhere. Teens will be teens. Here was one who had just recently found out that his very own mother had gone missing, so here was one Ranger who was not really of the mind to grab him by the shirt and pull him back. A bit of space ought to do him some good—as long as he didn’t wander off too far. Zad had no kids of his own but he heard they did that quite a bit.
He nodded at Corran’s command, blowing smoke his way before remembering himself and quickly swatting his hand through the air. It was a sensible enough scenario, splitting the badges up to bypass both areas as surely as ID could buy you a pack of cigarettes. Heck, it was Zad’s own idea that he had leaned toward out loud just a moment ago. He thought about that as he stared off into the distance, more specifically the direction that Crix had taken in his adolescent stray. Like a puppy with a flicked nose.
Zad kept thinking about it the whole time it took to walk from Point A to Point B, glancing toward Talak every now and then, trying to figure out an enigma that just would not give. More than colleague’s creed going on here. Jedi’s traveling with Aran’s own son. He knows her—not just of her. Zad could speak for himself if no one else, but that’s all he knew. That thought permeated his brain as much as the former as they found the little druk and his juvenile self. Teens...
“Corran…” Rough and Tumble cleared his throat, aware that he might get a stink eye or two from either or both of his CO and contemporaries for what he was about to say. After all, for this unrelenting pursuit of theirs, the last thing anyone needed was yet another adjustment to the architecture they dared to call a plan. “Er, Lieutenant... Not to step on either of our toes but, well, here’s the thing.”
With a deep breath, Zad sighed out smoke and watched the wisps escape, wondering if Trys had done so with just as much ease. “I believe in the badge and all that comes with it but this clever guy—” He nodded toward Crix. “—He believes in himself and his mother and little else.” This was no psychoanalysis; it was plain observation. “This guy—” Nod at Talak. “—He’s more familiar with the kid than we are. And if a Jedi is more familiar with the son of a Sector Ranger than her own fellow Sector Rangers are then, well…”
Trailing off, Zad shrugged, flicking ash upon the ground. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that it might be better if those two stick together after all. Don’t need two badges in one place but they’ll be that much louder when we take ‘em to Darmus or Tech. Meanwhile, if this other dynamic duo hits any walls, well, we’re one comm-call away.” He looked steadily at Corran to let him know that this was Serious Zad speaking to him and not Silly Zad. He had no kids of his own, no, but he had a soft spot for them nonetheless, and here was one kid who Zad thought would have no objections to this adjustment—except for cycling right back to it, perhaps.
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