"Torlem was attacked last night, targeted. Not sure by who - they got away. Someone Eron knows - and Torlem knows - was talking with me on the Promenade when Torlem reached out and asked for help. He looked like a merc so I offered him SA's spike, the usual - then he flashed a sodding Republic badge and I had a lovely friend.
"But anyways, I took off running - was oging to answer his questions, but Torlem was... got to the right barge - finally! - and got on it, saber out, and the Colonel dropped into assist. As he knew the kid, as he calls Torlem. So we were trying to get away - and lecture Torlem later about, well, being on Nar Kriffin' Shaddaa alone but the hunter had done something to the barge and the leash from it to the scaffolding I guess? Well it broke and we started to drift and sink. Made healing the wound Torlem took hard - and then the hunter rolled something, a grenade? Gas. Colonel and I managed to avoid it but it made it hard for Torlem. But Kalakh was on the landing, and Jai-din - and Rysari, too, because Jallira and I had been talking and she sent help when I mentioned there was an attack.
"We got everyone back ON the Prom though, and started to sort out the mess, Kalakh was walking Torlem back to his Master's ship, and then the sodding stupid karker of a Colonel tried to arrest me. So the whole damned party moved down at least, off the sodding public thoroughfare, and the Colonel looked at the warrant. I'd been set on trying to reach the ship Xze requested I 'assit' on, but it's very difficult when you're thrown into one wall and someone threatening to haul you back to the core for execution on your other side. So much for that plan last night, right?
"At least meeting with the Colonel and Eron wasn't too bad. In the way that you know a conversation is bad, it stays bad, and at least it doesn't get worse, right? Didn't get worse. Well no, I take it back. Colonel and his men ran into a Hostility droid. I didn't... exactly explain what I knew about Hostility - or Control - or the factory. I just showed them. Kriff it, it's not like the Colonel's going to take what'd he put it... a mass-murdering defector's word? Something like that.
"Jedi Kalakh took personal exception to hearing even the bare details the warrant held. The Colonel took larger exception for his personal reasons. I suspect if I ever have that tlak I told Kalakh I might have, she'll take personal exception as well. Jean was nice about it all though, said at least I was helping now. Xan I told some bare details too... but he can probably guess. We talked about Quesh - if that facility was just a drop off, he's right, the security we found there is... abnormal. So we need to figure a way to get back there, safely. Except someone was waiting for us there, and kriff if... kriff if I know why.
"Rihad came through though. The Belsks... I like 'em. Told Rihad Sanguine's door is always open for them, as much as it can be. I don't like them running with the Blade, but I can't get involved in a turf war with the Blade right now, mostly because they don't have morals and I'm trying desperately to keep a grip on some kind. The Blade took the padawan - Sriia's friends took their boss. Rihad told me the trade, padawan for boss, is a trap. He doesn't know the details and I know it's pushing to ask for them, but I swore, this'd make us even. Kriff that, it puts me in to him and his brother's debt, if he thinks about it. I don't care. I couldn't help stop them from taking the padawan but I can make sure no one else gets stabbed like I did with Essaj.
"Sorotki's safe though. I holed her up in a tiny little property that Krek has access to, I can find, and is off company records, books, or maps. I'm trying to heal her mind from what Proteus did to it, clean it, heal it... I can face the thought of pissing him off easier than I can face down this... it's gotten irrational. Jev sent J5 back to his ship, I couldn't... stay off harping about the damned droid. But I start to get comfortable then I look at my tracker and see them teeming. And wonder if Doc was just... lying to me, maybe there was something he couldn't remove. He knows I can't see the readouts too well, maybe there was something and I couldn't see it so he didn't want to tell me-"
<a pause>
"Right, let's just focus on tonight. I have a ship to meet for Xze, and a facade to maintain. I think I need to have a bodyguard, or less stress, or - kriff, maybe change my hair up some. Everyone mistakes me for someone with cybernetics so ... maybe actually do like the rest of the 'lukas do and wear a mask proper? Grab some stuff from the office before I leave, make sure that folks are watching the Prom - tonight's a party, the hunters are always out in force and ... it just feels like something's in the air. Either way, going to figure out if Sorotki's mind is patching, what Krek wants to do - maybe pop to Anchorhead, because... I can't track Mychae myself. Mychae... kriff, and then... clearing off Nar for a little while would be good. I could rattle off the OTHER reasons I want to leave, Dread, but... I'm getting tired. And not sure if I'm hitting the line where fear is turning to anger, justice to revenge - or if I'm still playing it all right. I wish I could tlak to my old Master even. Sortek's sudden 'think about the Jedi' is just... a nag. Kriff. At least he knew. He counseled being honest. Look where that got me though, right?
"I should try to avoid pulling a blaster on a member of the Republic military again though, got too many people I count as friends in there to enjoy the thought of what'd they do if they heard I did that. Aside from fall over laughing, because me and a blaster, that is. And I need to get in touch with Wemrys but he's not answering my comms. And find Llinos and..."
<the recording ends after drifting off>
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