Well then. Seems Kyber was right about that whole "not getting to finish" thing. Good job, Kyber. As he slid down the swerving slide he had time to ponder life's most basic of questions... "Did I remember to lock up the ship? When's the last time I had a burrito..." . . . "I'm Hungry. I wonder if this 'Page Master' will put in a spaceport, or a Market. At least a farm. I could always eat some snow to sate my appetite. I wonder if snow is even healthy. It's water though, right? Ugh, water. That river water was too cold. Making me carry her on my back, pft. Didn't know she was a princess. Well, it doesn't matter, having a woman ride on your back isn't so bad. My back got a nice feel for her-- oh Chit!" Kyber's less than 'moral' thoughts would be suddenly interrupted by ice of the sharp and pointy variety in the middle of the pathway. He shifted his body weight to the left before jerking himself to the right in order to --just barely-- avoid the icicle...
"Fark, that was a close one. Well, I guess that's what I get. I need to stop talking about women's-- wait. I'm speaking aloud aren't, I?" Yes, Kyber. Yes you are. Kyber would sigh before continuing his borderline cuckoo self-conversation. "What you really need to do, Kyber. Is stop talking to yourself. What has you all rattled up like this anyway? That woman? Jeez, Kyber you're somethin' else. The first woman to be interested in you and it sends you off your whole game. No wonder you fell down that hole. Sigh... (yes, Kyber did just sigh in his head) well, if she ends up being interested I guess this whole insanity streak would be worth it. Just keep it together Kyber. Stay courteous, quick with the quips, and an air of badassery and you should be fine. Right? . . . I have no idea what I'm doing. Whatever, just calm down and get out of your own head. You're on your own from here on out. Those women wouldn't jump down and risk their lives for a complete stranger, just focus on survival."
After that bit of sporadic behavior, Kyber's mind would return to the Temple it usually is. Impenetrable and infallible. He'd let this woman get to him, and he knew it, but there's nothing he could do about it now. It was over and done with. He now just laid there calm and calculating his next move, he had no idea where or when this tunnel would end but he had to be ready. He folded up his flash goggles and packed them back away in the opposite pocket the key would've been in before unclipping his helmet and pressure sealing it back on his head. This was the final step in his metaphoric transference back to his Bounty Hunter instincts. He was ready for whatever came next. Time to end this game. Time to thrive.
// [member="The Page Master"] // [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] // [member="Lady Kay"] // [member="Sheila"] //