Corran snaps out of it. That's... well, that tone of voice usually means trouble. For him or someone else, he's never sure. The fact that Tycho is now sitting across from him supports the former.
He takes a deep breath and nods. "Colonel. Been a while."
Another long breath, before exhaling slowly. "Better. Now, at least. I had my own self worried for a while there." He nods, looking at some scratch in the table, then looks back up at his CO. "What about you?"
He watches Corran a moment, then he nods, and maybe he would press a little more, but he happened to run into Iella Wessiri after she spoke with Corran. "Good. I'm fine, thanks. I hear you're Bound?"
Corran snorts and glares looks at the door. "Yeah, seems so for the time being." He shakes his head. "The one time I really want to leave this place is the one time Bar won't let me go. Go figure."
He looks back and nods. "But she'll let me out eventually. Just have to wait it out." At the mention of the idea, Corran shifts uncomfortably. Patience is not his strongest suit, and he misses Mirax, not to mention Valin...
Tycho pulls a small face, shaking his head. "I sympathize, Corran. I was stuck here for months when I first arrived. There isn't much to do, from what I remember."
Cue an ironic chuckle. "Yeah, and even less to do when you're spending most of your time watching over your shoulder for either of the two finest examples of Sithspawn you've ever come across." He runs a hand through his hair. "Specially when two of your closest friends have each ordered you to stay away from them. Far away."
Tycho smiles faintly. "I think you're smarter than to try to combat the combined might of Wedge and Iella, but make that three." He sobers; there's a moment's stern look. "Be smart, Corran. I don't want another of my pilots in the cells."
Corran sighs and sags in his seat. "Well, the Trifecta is not to be trifled with. As ordered, sir. I assume I'm still to remain armed at all times either way?" Dejected, he gives his lightsaber another slow spin.
Wait a minute...
The Jedi bolts upright. "What do you mean, another pilot? Who's there now? And what happened?"
A long sigh. "Well, I can guess why he would do that... and I'm not going to say I blame him for it. But still..." He shakes his head. "Like you said, defense of others only." The words sound almost robotic coming out of Corran's mouth, and the taste they leave behind is just as bad.
He huffs out another deep breath. "I got it the first time, Tych. I may not like it, but I've followed orders I didn't like before. Kessel comes to mind, in particular, since we're discussing Thyne, but..." He shakes his head. "Believe me, I understand. I pointed that out at the beginning of the confrontation with her, and I intend to stand by it." He smirks wryly at his commanding officer. "Besides, a Jedi only uses his knowledge for defense."
Corran mock-groans. "Official business? In a bar? YOu must be desperate. What happened, couldn't find Hobbie, and I'm the next in line while Wes is in the cells?" He grins lopsidedly.
"Corran," Tycho says without preamble, sliding into the seat across from him.
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He takes a deep breath and nods. "Colonel. Been a while."
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He looks back and nods. "But she'll let me out eventually. Just have to wait it out." At the mention of the idea, Corran shifts uncomfortably. Patience is not his strongest suit, and he misses Mirax, not to mention Valin...
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Wait a minute...
The Jedi bolts upright. "What do you mean, another pilot? Who's there now? And what happened?"
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He blinks once, surprised that he doesn't know.
"Wes. He shot Thyne with no physical provocation and was jailed for a week." And Tycho is still seriously unhappy about it.
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Premptive defense is still a defense. Quiet, you.
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