I Used To Be A Jedi Like You, Then I Took A Lightsaber To The Knee. [ complete]

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member="Thane"]

"My warden," she answered as a joke, rubbing her face with her hands and then with a sigh. She gave an apologetic look in regards to the sliced datapad, "Had to make sure it wasn't bugged... or that it would lead back home." she gave a small shrug of her shoulder, "A bit over protective..." she took a sip of her juma juice, it fizzled and tickled her nose, but she enjoyed it none the less. "But history has a tendency to repeat itself."

"If it were only one person involved; or just me... It would be different. But when others are involved..." her voice went trailing off, and a shadow crossed her eyes as she thought of Trisanna, Patches, Deagan, Tahira. "Better to be safe than sorry."

A flicker of golden eyes went back to Thane, pondering if she should tell him. A second later, a bit more information was divulged. "It's why I couldn't risk you or the others having a memory of that night."

 

[Rhurek Thane]

@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]

Thane's eyes trailed from hers to the table as she opened a hidden door. Being kidnapped, the hazy memory, the others....it all made sense now. Well, as much sense as one could make from fabricated pieces of information. If he still had his memories in tact, he would have remembered bumping into Tahira and Patches who seemed intent on finding her. Then he would have had some leverage....or another dart in his neck.

"So you travel in a pack. Like most females. You're very protective of them, you're very secretive, and yet you are here meeting with me. I know I wanted to help you once before, to well, control yourself, but it seems you have that under control now. Or at least you are leading me into believing so. So why seek me out now? Tell me it wasn't just about returning some a few things from the Lost & Found bin.

"So, I think I have the whole past scenario played out, I just want to figure out the present. Why me, why now? Am I to be inducted into some secret society? Am I going to have to learn a new hand shake? Because, let's be honest, I'm not sure if I have enough 'soul' to pull that off."

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member="Thane"]

Ti'Cira couldn't help herself, she gave a short laugh. Ahh, the root of the matter. The 'Why's. Ahh yes. Always the 'why's'

Funny, she was normally the one constantly badgering Patches with them.

"Paying it forward? Or maybe paying my dues," another fingertip tapped a small beat on the table; her mind was elsewhere, mulling over what to say. A faint frown drew over her brow, almost struggling with herself. Then finally, she drew her focus back on Thane. While yes, she was 'controlling' herself now, it was only due to the pills. The endless pills. She was sick of it.

"I'd get a lecture if I did," she joked, finally, but it didn't reach her eyes. Of course, considering it had been Patches who brought over Cora... and then Tahira of all people to the ship, gave her plenty of leverage to counter the Captain if she did.

She bit her lower lip, nibbling on the soft flesh, pondering, mulling aloud "Guilt? I wasn't too keen on leaving you in the alley after everything... " she gave a grimace, "We sometimes do what we don't want to do ... like to do... even though it may be necessary." A wave of her hand and she spouted what Patches had told her once before, "Do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few... or the one?"

She gave a sigh, "In any case.... whether you did it out of curiosity or perhaps good will, " a brow rose as if that was an amusing notion, "A debt had been earned and now a debt paid." Seconds passed, and stars if it didn't cause her to wonder since then.

Finally she asked, remembering the words he'd told her back in the dark alley, "...but I'm not the only one who runs and hides from things, am I?" she leaned forward, an inquisitive expression bathing her face, "You're the same as I."

 

[Rhurek Thane]

@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]

"I'm failing to see how a debt has been paid when you stole my cane from me in the first place. And while as pleasant on the eyes as you are, I highly doubt being eye candy classifies as paying a debt." He mentioned. The unnamed hair, the wild golden eyes, and the scar was a good look on her, despite what she may think.

An amused smile passed his face as she mentioned that they were the same. "Hardly. Aside from our dashing good looks, and our need to run from our pasts, I doubt we are anything alike. I'm XY, you're XX; I'm regular fuel, you're high octane; I'm cheese, you're chocolate." He stopped with the comparisons as the waiter brought them their food. The sizzling of the plates first caught his attention. He looked up as they laid the food on the table. He asked if they needed anything else, and when neither said anything, he said he'd be back with refills on the drinks and walked away. Thane's eyes looked over the top of his plate and focused back to the woman across the table.

She mentioned him running and hiding from things. "Run? Nice way to insult the cripple. If I wasn't such an uncaring individual, I may have taken that to heart." He said with a hint of sarcasm. "But I'm not hiding. Not anymore. You shouldn't have to either. I told you I would help you before, and my offer still stands." He deflected her question back onto her. "Unless you're going to dart me again and make me forget all about this conversation. But let me warn you, if you do, I'm not letting you borrow my datapad again, and you're leaving the tip."

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member="Thane"]

That's when she shifted closer on her seat, about to dig into her eggs before she started to wave her fork at him for emphasis. "I did not steal your cane to begin with. I picked it up because it was left behind!" she corrected him, saying so in a low hush.

Now the eye candy part; that sort of went over her head. The slang didn't register. To save face, she let it slide. She'd ask Tris about it later. At least until he'd mentioned the 'dashing good looks' part, which only earned him a narrowing of her eye and a look that suggested maybe he'd been popping those pills for far too long. Either way, she began eating her eggs.

Chewing thoughtfully, she swallowed then cast him a roll of her eyes at the insulting a cripple part. "You know what I meant," she said, but the tinge of sarcasm suggested he was just playing with her again. Patches did that a lot. The nerfherder. Then he got to the subject of not having to hide anymore. Ah.

Not so easy.

To which she said aloud, "Not so easy..." she said, flicking him a glance as she took a knife to start slicing off pieces of her nerf steak with gusto. One because it been a long while since she had some. Two, because it gave her something to do as that bit of nervousness was back. She was risking much by being here. His comment about darting him again did not go unmissed.

"No. Not going to dart you again." she had a rather frustrated look as she popped a piece of juicy meat in her mouth, chewing vigorously. Considering Patches had let go two of her bounties and then allowed Tahira to come to the Helm without being subjected to the knock out regimen he'd put in place for any strangers who'd step foot in the helm, she figured she was subject at the very least doing the same.

"You don't have to worry about that." she gave a sigh, mulling over his offer of aid. Ahh, but what would he be able to do? What could he help her with that she hadn't already tried? Been running for nearly three years now and still hadn't been able to clear her name, much the less, be able to walk around in public with her real name without risk of some happy bounty hunter coming in to collect.

"And I doubt you would be able to help me..."

 

[Rhurek Thane]

@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]


He listened to her try to plead her case and attempting to convince him that she didn't 'steal' his cane. "I've heard it both ways." He said cantankerously. He waited until she began eating before he took a bite himself. After all, he wasn't a complete shut in, he knew the traditions and the mannerisms, he just typically ignored them.

He listened to the rest of her short comments in between bites of food as he ate some of his own. He pointed his own fork at her with each of his own counter arguments. "One, I never said it would be easy. Nothing is ever easy. If it was, I would have finished that crossword puzzle I've been mulling over for two months now." He paused to take another bite, and continued to talk, quickly swallowing the food he had been chewing. "Two, I'm grateful for you leering me know you have no plans on sticking me again with any needles. When I awoke from the first one, it brought a whole new term 'pain in the neck'. And C, you will never fix whatever you got yourself into if you never take a leap of faith." He paused, thinking for a moment as his eyes returned to hers, "And with me, I know you think that would be a very large leap. You'd probably be right."

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

@[member="Thane"]

"That's putting it lightly," she quipped in turn, "And something tells me that your crossword puzzle is easy... " an eyebrow rose. "You are driven by curiosity and mysterious, are you not? If that crossword had been difficult at all, you would be done by now."

She played with her eggs a bit, her fork nudging the fluffy yellow and white tuffs around. "Ahh... leaps of faith. See, that's what got me into this predicament in the first place..."

 

[Rhurek Thane]

@[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]
((Something tells me you missed my one, two, c....inside joke in my last post!))

"Then you'd be wrong. There is no crossword puzzle. Most people would call that a lie, I call it a metaphor. And don't look so shocked. Thirty percent of words coming from people's mouths cannot be backed by fact or substantial proof. 'Morons' I believe are the correct term here. But don't worry, just because you were wrong once doesn't make you a moron in my books. You'd have to be wrong at least twice before I put your name up for bid in that department." He told her with heavy amounts of cynicism in his tone.

He took another bite of his own eggs, listening to her tease her way into her story and ending it with a dot dot dot. He waited on pins and needles for her to finish her cliff hanging story. Not actual pins and needles, those would hurt and would be something stupid to decide to wait on. He just leaned forward tilting his head and giving her a smirk and raising his brows as if to show he really wanted her to finish her story. "A little more detail please. And pictures. Stories should always have pictures."