#beyond-the-call

[feathers-and-scales]

@beyond-the-call Small market places in more shady spots of universe were generally good for getting rid of or buying things that were usually less legal on other planets. It was also a great place to obtain information. That was at least Amoxtli's logic. She has been searching whole day long. Asking people if they knew anything, heard anything but so far no hit. It was her fifth planet and third day on it. The universe was a big place. She really should have come better prepared. With a resigned sigh she flopped down on a rock and brought up a small holomap crossing out another planet from her list. Hearing a rumble from her stomach she winced and checked how much money she had left. Unfortunately no matter how hard she would stare at it the amount would not multiply. She had not eaten much lately and it seemed she might not eat at all unless she figures out how to get the money. She stood up and adjusted her hood over her head then tried to think. It was getting ultimately harder with hunger interrupting her thoughts. She loathed herself as she walked to a busy stand with dried meat. Trying to use the crowd to pick just a simple piece or shred of food. Unfortunately the seller noticed. Amoxtli had to run followed by an angry Galra. Pushing through people she tried to lose him but at one point her feet tripped over themselves and she promptly collided with someone. Great. Just her luck. That moment her stomach decided to let out the loudest growl ever. Too bad the ground couldn't swallow her whole.

[the-lost-lieutenant]

@beyond-the-call | Continued from X

“Right....” She breathed out heavily and closed her eyes. Far be it for her to speak. Although... she was just talking to fill silence, and her words hadn’t been helpful, so she did land on the conclusion also that she should just shut it as well. But he’d never have to know that.

She expected that to be that, but he kept talking. More than she thought a Galra in particular would care to say to some slave in one go. She opened an eye and returned the glance, though hers was far less scathing than the one she received. She was much better at indifference than he seemed to be at the moment.

Her brow did furrow a little though at the way he emphasized things and looked at her. There was some sort of disdain there. “You think there isn’t a reason I’m stuck here? You think this is where I belong?” She snorted and sat back, looking away. 

He could glare all he wanted but... nnnh, she shouldn’t let it get under her skin. No one was happy in this situation, no one had to be nice or civil. They weren’t on each other’s sides just because they were in shitty positions. She breathed in again deeply and resigned herself again to the truth of what it was. Where she was. What was lost. Her feet had touched soil again, she had run, gotten far. Made the mistake of thinking she was free. That she had escaped, but it hadn’t lasted, and that hurt the most. They always find you.

“They put something in my head so I can understand you, what’s to say there’s not something in yours that relays things back to them? That’s the problem with power and technology, isn’t it? The things that can be done, instead of the things that should be done. Whether or not that’s your fault is a matter of opinion... or definition. Whichever.” 

[thedoun-blog]

@beyond-the-call | Continued from X

She gave a soft hum of amusement and responded to the bow with a small dip of her own and gesture of her hands together, bobbing them gently once in a sign of respect from her people. 

She was pleased with his turn-about on the matter, and it came though in her tone of voice. “Thank you. Indeed.” She was not certain if it was a continued veiled compliment on herself or the mask, but she enjoyed it all the same. 

“It was crafted by a very skilled artisan on my home planet. Truly, he will be pleased it has gotten to see the light of day as opposed to being hung up so privately in my chambers.” 

Her gaze gently looked him over once more, before she turned her attention back out to the crowds. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

[nefariouslycrafted-archive]

@beyond-the-call​ continued from [ x ]

    “ Simple curiosity. ” She replies, completely nonplussed, even a bit disappointed at his decidedly boring answer; it was more a whim of the moment if she was being honest, some harmless small talk to fill the silence. And it was so unnervingly quiet, how he could stand it, she'd never guess.

    “ I’ve asked this before, and the answers are always rather fascinating, it’s always telling of a person’s character based on what they're willing to kill for. ” 

    She speaks so casually about death, something that would surely seem morbid to any not intimately acquainted with the subject, to her however, it’s nothing more than an acceptance of the cruel nature of the universe.

    Purpose...ideals, it's all so...vague, uninteresting. It had always been a sort of hobby to know her comrades beyond their serials, as much as her memory would allow anyway (it was nigh impossible to know them all), and she found everyone had a reason for their place in the Empire: family, glory, knowledge, revenge, each so unique in their own way, making his answers seem all the more drab in comparison.