Number II - "Oh no, I've said too much..."
Who: Axel and Flynn
Where: The roof of the building where they both live
When: A day or two after Darth Malek makes his offer, early evening
What: Axel was thinking, trying to figure things out without much success. Then Flynn showed up.
Warnings: Mild-moderate angst, probably.
Axel sat on the ledge of the roof, his feet dangling in empty air, uncaring of the very long drop below him. His eyes were fixed on the Coruscant skyline; off to one side, the city-world's sun was just beginning to set. It wasn't as good as the clock tower in Twilight Town, he'd decided. Not by a long shot. But it was the closest thing he had, currently, and he was making use of it.
He wasn't really seeing the lines of futuristic skyscrapers that marched off into the distance, though, nor was he truely aware of the never-ceasing hum of hover-vehicle traffic that passed by below. Instead, his mind was busy turning the current situation over and over, trying to... Well, he wasn't even sure what he was trying to do. Not any more. But he was still trying to do it.
If he'd had a heart, he supposed the whole thing would be driving him crazy with frustration. But as it was, he could only sit there, confused, uselessly going over the same information again and again, at a loss as to what to do. If there was even anything he could do in the first place...
Where: The roof of the building where they both live
When: A day or two after Darth Malek makes his offer, early evening
What: Axel was thinking, trying to figure things out without much success. Then Flynn showed up.
Warnings: Mild-moderate angst, probably.
Axel sat on the ledge of the roof, his feet dangling in empty air, uncaring of the very long drop below him. His eyes were fixed on the Coruscant skyline; off to one side, the city-world's sun was just beginning to set. It wasn't as good as the clock tower in Twilight Town, he'd decided. Not by a long shot. But it was the closest thing he had, currently, and he was making use of it.
He wasn't really seeing the lines of futuristic skyscrapers that marched off into the distance, though, nor was he truely aware of the never-ceasing hum of hover-vehicle traffic that passed by below. Instead, his mind was busy turning the current situation over and over, trying to... Well, he wasn't even sure what he was trying to do. Not any more. But he was still trying to do it.
If he'd had a heart, he supposed the whole thing would be driving him crazy with frustration. But as it was, he could only sit there, confused, uselessly going over the same information again and again, at a loss as to what to do. If there was even anything he could do in the first place...