Down the Rabbit Hole

[Lira Dajenn]

Rahvin stared down at his sister, eying the bloody blade. He could guess what she had done, though he didn't know the extent of the damage. There was no sympathetic words from him, no comforting, that wasn't Rahvin, that wasn't who he was. Instead he simply squatted down in front of Ilyena and took the blade from her loose grip. The blade was still dripping blood, but he wiped it on his pants.

“Is she dead?” The question came out harsher than he wanted it to.

Of course Nina heard them, it was after all not a very large ship. They would have to steal a new one on their next stop. The blonde woman stayed quiet however, not understanding the conversation, but not wanting to interject either.

As he waited for his answer he felt the ship rumble. The slaver vessel shook, breaching the atmosphere of Zygerria.

 

[Louise]

Yes, Rahvin wasn't the most comfortable figure to have around when you're taking baby steps into a world of ironic family throat slitting.

“No,” Ilyena replied with a slight shake of her head, it was hard to gauge where the woman was on the subject of what she had done. Of course she had vowed revenge for the indignities her brother had suffered but was this too much? What if she had cut too deep, what if she had killed Cerise?

No, no, the way that anatomy studies had been shoved down her throat there was no way that she had cut too deep.

“I cut her throat, it wasn't deep,” the woman said, lacing her fingers together, “but was it too much? The way she spoke about you, the things she said. I wanted to kill her, I really did. Did I go too far, Rahvin?”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“Not far enough.” Rahvin said coldly as he stood up and looked over into the cockpit where Nina guided the ship into Hyperspace. The vessel shook one more time, and then absconded into hyperspace. He had no idea where the slave girl had sent them, but he knew it likely wouldn't be anywhere they actually wanted to go, they just had to escape Zygerria before the Sirens could react, inevitably they would. They obeyed Cerise after all.

“You should have killed her.” Rahvin said placing the knife in his belt and offering a hand to Ilyena. “But it doesn't matter.”

He shook his head as he pulled Ilyena up from the floor, walking into the cockpit seconds later and leaning on the back of Nina's chair. He touched Nina's arm reassuringly, petting her slightly. The girl seemed to relax, untensing at the controls of the ship. Rahvin knew he had to manipulate the girl, had to keep her calm and complacent. She was their pilot after all.

“Where did you send us?” He looked down at the girl, who smiled at him.

“Nar Shaddaa”

Well, that was a nice pick. They could get a new ship there. Lose themselves, to get a new ship. At least Cerise wouldn't find them there.

 

[Louise]

As Rahvin stood and stared off into the cockpit Ilyena observed him. As a person he wasn't not terribly emotive, the open neglect that he had experienced moulding him into a cold and stoic creature. He openly resented Cerise, and while Ilyena sat upon that opinion train too, it wasn't as strong, she didn't wish death upon the woman.

Evidently he did. The young woman frowned, perhaps she should have cut deeper, slain their gilded captor. The Sirens would soon be on them, Cerise was a ludicrous creature with a startling amount of resources at her fingertips. They'd be hunted, until...

In that moment it occurred to Ilyena that she had made a colossal mistake in letting the slave mistress live.

Pulled back to her feet she observed her brother interact with their new pilot. Obviously it hadn't been much of a bother to seduce the woman.

“One knife, no credits and the clothes on our back. I hope you've got a plan, brother," she said, suddenly offering him a grin. Of course she was teasing him, but one couldn't question that it was a fair point.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Rahvin let go of Nina, turning to Ilyena with a slight smile.

“I always have a plan.” They just tended to fail a lot.

The Blonde man stroked Nina's cheek, and then walked into the back of the ship. There would need to be planning. Nina could keep them flying to place to place, could keep them on the move. She wouldn't betray them, she wouldn't move against them. Nina could be trusted as long as Rahvin ensured her trust, that much he knew.

Yet it would still take a bit of guile to enact their next step.

On Nar Shaddaa they would have to steal a ship. Money was also needed for fuel and clothes and food. They had no experience in such things, but they were geared for it. Even if they had to fall to petty robbery, the twins would survive.

They would thrive.