Trust knows no boarder for it is blind as love and stronger then blood
Trust is something that must be learned and must be gained. I learned long ago that trust is often essential to life. There is a need to have at least one person that you can trust. One person that you know will stand beside you and will be there no matter the circumstance or the consequences.
Being a Centauri, trust is not something that we give freely. Perhaps out of all of the races we take the longest to develop the bonds of trust due to our society’s reliance on intrigue, lies, blackmail and often much worse.
There are some I trust: my mother, Kailin, Ambassador Mollari but there is one I trust more then any other. A lanky, wise cracking and malicious Narn woman who like me became a woman in the clutches of slavery. There are many who would scoff at such a claim among both of our races. It stands as it is, I would and have trusted her with my life and she has done the same on occasion, placing her life at my discretion.
Our trust found its roots in a situation not long after she had been purchased by Trakis.
The Mars Colony was never stable, socially. There were always riots and fights everywhere, kidnappings and murders were often a daily part of ones life.
Na’Loth came to me late in the evening and she was frantic. I have never seen a Narn panicked like she was that night, not before and not since. She nearly pulled me out the door without shoes! All she could say was “Adira, I need your help they have captured her and she has to be freed. It is urgent. Please you must trust me.”
She half towed me, half carried me to “the Underground”, a hold up place for the worst of the Colonies inhabitants. I didn’t trust Na’Loth but I knew the emotion was true, she was terrified and though I had no love for her at the time, there was the real danger of this problem causing me harm through our slaver. So, I went with her.
She stopped me in front of a door and told me this was where the Narn was being held. I looked at the door and knew why she had brought me, to hot wire the door and open it. I was uncertain to say the least. A whole troop of angry Narn could be on the other side of the door or something worse and there was no way of knowing.
As the door slid open the single word that came from within changed everything. “Nan’ya” it had said. I knew the name; I had persuaded a very drunk Na’Loth to tell me her childhood nickname. Nan’ya was the name her grandmother had called her since she was a pouchling. Na’Loth’s panic soon spread to me as I looked at the old Narn. Whoever had captured her had beaten her leaving one eye swollen shut and blood streaming down her leg.
“Great Maker!” was the only words I could say as I rushed to the woman’s side. It was very odd looking back; I have never used that phrase. I have no idea why I chose to say it at that moment. The Narn flinched as I approached her. Centauri were probably responsible, as she cringed every time I spoke or touched her. Na’Loth attempted to calm her as I tore pieces from my skirt to bandage her leg. Then with the help of Na’Loth we started the slow process of walking her to a place Na’Loth thought would be safe.
We didn’t get far before I heard voices and knew the captors would soon find us. I looked to Na’Loth and she was afraid. “Take her; I will keep them busy as long as I can.” I was far better at fighting then Na’Loth and this Narn needed to be taken to the Narn sector. Not the best place for a Centauri. “I will find you, I promise.” Na’Loth whispered before hastening the pace.
A Centauri and a Golian came around the corner. “Trakis, you bastard!” came to mind. Golian’s horde together like a hive if one is involved, they were all involved. I remember sighing, I knew that Na’Loth’s grandmother had probably come to rescue her but that was not to be at this moment. I was covered in blood from bandaging the Narn so I pretended to be injured. An honorable Centauri would aid a bleeding woman, these two, who could be sure. It worked for a short time but when they discovered it was a rouse the abuse started. When I wouldn’t answer their questions about the Narn the beating started. Ten minutes or so went by before my barely conscious mind heard a familiar voice. Through the yelling and fighting I heard the worry in her voice. “Adira?” her arms wrapped around me and she picked me up. There were other Narn voices around, I didn’t understand the language at the time but the shock and amazement was evident. Na’Loth carried me to the medlab and sat there for three days until I came around enough to be moved. The doctors had told me that she barely moved from the chair beside my bed and refused to go outside of the room for any reason.
She could have left me but she didn’t she had comeback for me. In truth, she had no way of knowing what she would be coming back to. I needed no more evidence to know I could trust her. Others have perhaps risked embarrassment or status or honor for me, those things though can be regained after a time. She is the only one who has risked her life, a very irreplaceable thing, for me and I need no more then that to know I can trust her.
Crossposted to theatrical_muse
Being a Centauri, trust is not something that we give freely. Perhaps out of all of the races we take the longest to develop the bonds of trust due to our society’s reliance on intrigue, lies, blackmail and often much worse.
There are some I trust: my mother, Kailin, Ambassador Mollari but there is one I trust more then any other. A lanky, wise cracking and malicious Narn woman who like me became a woman in the clutches of slavery. There are many who would scoff at such a claim among both of our races. It stands as it is, I would and have trusted her with my life and she has done the same on occasion, placing her life at my discretion.
Our trust found its roots in a situation not long after she had been purchased by Trakis.
The Mars Colony was never stable, socially. There were always riots and fights everywhere, kidnappings and murders were often a daily part of ones life.
Na’Loth came to me late in the evening and she was frantic. I have never seen a Narn panicked like she was that night, not before and not since. She nearly pulled me out the door without shoes! All she could say was “Adira, I need your help they have captured her and she has to be freed. It is urgent. Please you must trust me.”
She half towed me, half carried me to “the Underground”, a hold up place for the worst of the Colonies inhabitants. I didn’t trust Na’Loth but I knew the emotion was true, she was terrified and though I had no love for her at the time, there was the real danger of this problem causing me harm through our slaver. So, I went with her.
She stopped me in front of a door and told me this was where the Narn was being held. I looked at the door and knew why she had brought me, to hot wire the door and open it. I was uncertain to say the least. A whole troop of angry Narn could be on the other side of the door or something worse and there was no way of knowing.
As the door slid open the single word that came from within changed everything. “Nan’ya” it had said. I knew the name; I had persuaded a very drunk Na’Loth to tell me her childhood nickname. Nan’ya was the name her grandmother had called her since she was a pouchling. Na’Loth’s panic soon spread to me as I looked at the old Narn. Whoever had captured her had beaten her leaving one eye swollen shut and blood streaming down her leg.
“Great Maker!” was the only words I could say as I rushed to the woman’s side. It was very odd looking back; I have never used that phrase. I have no idea why I chose to say it at that moment. The Narn flinched as I approached her. Centauri were probably responsible, as she cringed every time I spoke or touched her. Na’Loth attempted to calm her as I tore pieces from my skirt to bandage her leg. Then with the help of Na’Loth we started the slow process of walking her to a place Na’Loth thought would be safe.
We didn’t get far before I heard voices and knew the captors would soon find us. I looked to Na’Loth and she was afraid. “Take her; I will keep them busy as long as I can.” I was far better at fighting then Na’Loth and this Narn needed to be taken to the Narn sector. Not the best place for a Centauri. “I will find you, I promise.” Na’Loth whispered before hastening the pace.
A Centauri and a Golian came around the corner. “Trakis, you bastard!” came to mind. Golian’s horde together like a hive if one is involved, they were all involved. I remember sighing, I knew that Na’Loth’s grandmother had probably come to rescue her but that was not to be at this moment. I was covered in blood from bandaging the Narn so I pretended to be injured. An honorable Centauri would aid a bleeding woman, these two, who could be sure. It worked for a short time but when they discovered it was a rouse the abuse started. When I wouldn’t answer their questions about the Narn the beating started. Ten minutes or so went by before my barely conscious mind heard a familiar voice. Through the yelling and fighting I heard the worry in her voice. “Adira?” her arms wrapped around me and she picked me up. There were other Narn voices around, I didn’t understand the language at the time but the shock and amazement was evident. Na’Loth carried me to the medlab and sat there for three days until I came around enough to be moved. The doctors had told me that she barely moved from the chair beside my bed and refused to go outside of the room for any reason.
She could have left me but she didn’t she had comeback for me. In truth, she had no way of knowing what she would be coming back to. I needed no more evidence to know I could trust her. Others have perhaps risked embarrassment or status or honor for me, those things though can be regained after a time. She is the only one who has risked her life, a very irreplaceable thing, for me and I need no more then that to know I can trust her.
Crossposted to theatrical_muse