Prison block on the Courageous, near Serroco, Monday night [FT]
Between his failure, the horrible loss of life, and specifically the deaths of Gryph and Slyssk, two of the only beings in the entire galaxy he could count as friends, Zayne hadn't been able to move since he crawled into the bed of his prison cell. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't do anything but cry as he replayed the horrors he had witnessed twice in his head over and over. He barely even heard Carth's voice at the door.
"Lieutenant Onasi, to see the prisoner." Knowing that Zayne was a wreck and of no danger to anyone at the moment, the guard let Carth enter the cell. "Zayne? You awake?"
There was no response but a soft sobbing made it clear that he was, so Carth continued. "I didn't get to tell you, but I never got your Jedi friend. He was on a mission somewhere else." Carth let that hang in the air for a moment. Just a suggestion that he knew that Squint existed and that if things had gone just a little differently, maybe all of this could have been avoided. "Anyway, I was already there in the comm center, so I did something for old times' sake. You remember how I told you I used to call up a Stereb city and send the people to their underground shelters with a bogus tornado warning? Well, it still works."
The tears were still on Zayne's face, and he couldn't bring himself to turn to Carth yet, but there was some hope. Enough that he managed to find his voice again. "You called a city?"
"No," Carth said. "I called seventeen. That's all I had time for. Busy day for the weather desk. I don't know if it did any good. We still haven't heard from anyone. But those catacombs go pretty deep. They used to live there. They can do it again."
Carth didn't hear the quiet sobbing anymore, but he didn't think he was getting anything else from Zayne, so he decided to offer a explanation and some support. "I didn't know whether to believe you, but I saw how you treated that Stereb, and I guess I figured I'd sent them underground for less. I hope if it comes to it, somebody would play the same joke on my family."
Carth waved for the guard to open the cell door, but he turned back one last time. "Hang in there, Zayne," he said. He couldn't do anything more right now. He just hoped he had done enough.
[OOC: Words and scene from Days of Fear Part 3 by Miller and Weaver.
Stay tuned for Nights of Anger in which THINGS GET WORSE. SOMEHOW.]
"Lieutenant Onasi, to see the prisoner." Knowing that Zayne was a wreck and of no danger to anyone at the moment, the guard let Carth enter the cell. "Zayne? You awake?"
There was no response but a soft sobbing made it clear that he was, so Carth continued. "I didn't get to tell you, but I never got your Jedi friend. He was on a mission somewhere else." Carth let that hang in the air for a moment. Just a suggestion that he knew that Squint existed and that if things had gone just a little differently, maybe all of this could have been avoided. "Anyway, I was already there in the comm center, so I did something for old times' sake. You remember how I told you I used to call up a Stereb city and send the people to their underground shelters with a bogus tornado warning? Well, it still works."
The tears were still on Zayne's face, and he couldn't bring himself to turn to Carth yet, but there was some hope. Enough that he managed to find his voice again. "You called a city?"
"No," Carth said. "I called seventeen. That's all I had time for. Busy day for the weather desk. I don't know if it did any good. We still haven't heard from anyone. But those catacombs go pretty deep. They used to live there. They can do it again."
Carth didn't hear the quiet sobbing anymore, but he didn't think he was getting anything else from Zayne, so he decided to offer a explanation and some support. "I didn't know whether to believe you, but I saw how you treated that Stereb, and I guess I figured I'd sent them underground for less. I hope if it comes to it, somebody would play the same joke on my family."
Carth waved for the guard to open the cell door, but he turned back one last time. "Hang in there, Zayne," he said. He couldn't do anything more right now. He just hoped he had done enough.
[OOC: Words and scene from Days of Fear Part 3 by Miller and Weaver.
Stay tuned for Nights of Anger in which THINGS GET WORSE. SOMEHOW.]