"You're going to have to really explain this all to me someday, because right now I just don't get it." Dianna ranted as she moved about the room restlessly in a fashion somewhere between pacing and storming. Her mind was obviously racing through dozens of things she was trying to decide whether or not to say. She was trying to hide her thoughts by mindlessly picking up random trinkets throughout the room and looking at them briefly before putting them back.
Raezyr just watched her movements from his spot sitting on their bed. He glanced out the viewport and allowed his eyes to glaze over as calming lines of hyperspace streaked past. He looked back to his lover to see her glaring at him with hurt and anger mixed in her expression, hands on her hips. It was obvious she was trying to be calm and fair about the situation, but it didn't take a strong Force connection to see that she was extremely unhappy with the situation and his decision.
She turned her back to him again and walked towards the viewport behind her, finally leaning on the small sill that surrounded it, with her head hanging towards the ground.
She turned her head as though to look over her shoulder at him, but she kept her eyes shut. "Why, Raez? Why do this? Why do this now?"
Raezyr forced his sigh to be loud enough for her to hear it. "This is me, Di. This is who I am and what I do. I know it seems nonsensical at times. What we have to do doesn't come with a step by step guide where I can explain to you what we're doing and why with two weeks notice guaranteed. This is all I know how to be though, and what I have to do to be it."
"That's a bunch of Quarren droppings and you know it. There's a lot of things you could do. Your skills would be very marketable if you chose to do anything else at all. You take random trips to find artifacts you seldom know what they're for. You chase after ghosts and prophesies and training that really only leads you to do more of the same, over and over."
Raezyr walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are you suggesting we should join your crew?"
"You know I'm not. That wouldn't work for so many reasons."
"Should I join a rival crew?"
She turned around and gave him a half hearted shove in the chest, just enough to make him choose to let her go, or allow them to both tumble to the floor, which was tempting but probably not the best time. He let go and allowed his momentum to carry himself a step backwards while she responded. "Damnit Raez, I don't know. No."
"The fact is that as inconvenient as our lifestyle can be at times, it's also what's allowed us to be around each other so much. If I were to just go find some... job... somewhere... like a normal guy... we'd never be able to make our schedules match up."
Dianna's face turned into sad resignation. "But Mannix..."
Raezyr picked her up and carried her back towards their bed. "I told you, we think we've found a couple of places to check out that will be able to do more for him than either of us could on this ship or on Hoth, and without getting into some Republic stronghold medical facility."
He set her down next to the bed, and kissed her. She didn't offer any resistance, and allowed herself to melt into his embrace for moments at a time.
Then she gently pulled herself away again, and threw a sideways glance at the chrono on the wall.
"It's my turn to keep an eye on Mannix."
"Babe, Trych said it was fine." Raezyr protested.
"I know, Lover. I'll talk to you later though. I have to go." And with those last words, she did.
Raezyr just watched her movements from his spot sitting on their bed. He glanced out the viewport and allowed his eyes to glaze over as calming lines of hyperspace streaked past. He looked back to his lover to see her glaring at him with hurt and anger mixed in her expression, hands on her hips. It was obvious she was trying to be calm and fair about the situation, but it didn't take a strong Force connection to see that she was extremely unhappy with the situation and his decision.
She turned her back to him again and walked towards the viewport behind her, finally leaning on the small sill that surrounded it, with her head hanging towards the ground.
She turned her head as though to look over her shoulder at him, but she kept her eyes shut. "Why, Raez? Why do this? Why do this now?"
Raezyr forced his sigh to be loud enough for her to hear it. "This is me, Di. This is who I am and what I do. I know it seems nonsensical at times. What we have to do doesn't come with a step by step guide where I can explain to you what we're doing and why with two weeks notice guaranteed. This is all I know how to be though, and what I have to do to be it."
"That's a bunch of Quarren droppings and you know it. There's a lot of things you could do. Your skills would be very marketable if you chose to do anything else at all. You take random trips to find artifacts you seldom know what they're for. You chase after ghosts and prophesies and training that really only leads you to do more of the same, over and over."
Raezyr walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are you suggesting we should join your crew?"
"You know I'm not. That wouldn't work for so many reasons."
"Should I join a rival crew?"
She turned around and gave him a half hearted shove in the chest, just enough to make him choose to let her go, or allow them to both tumble to the floor, which was tempting but probably not the best time. He let go and allowed his momentum to carry himself a step backwards while she responded. "Damnit Raez, I don't know. No."
"The fact is that as inconvenient as our lifestyle can be at times, it's also what's allowed us to be around each other so much. If I were to just go find some... job... somewhere... like a normal guy... we'd never be able to make our schedules match up."
Dianna's face turned into sad resignation. "But Mannix..."
Raezyr picked her up and carried her back towards their bed. "I told you, we think we've found a couple of places to check out that will be able to do more for him than either of us could on this ship or on Hoth, and without getting into some Republic stronghold medical facility."
He set her down next to the bed, and kissed her. She didn't offer any resistance, and allowed herself to melt into his embrace for moments at a time.
Then she gently pulled herself away again, and threw a sideways glance at the chrono on the wall.
"It's my turn to keep an eye on Mannix."
"Babe, Trych said it was fine." Raezyr protested.
"I know, Lover. I'll talk to you later though. I have to go." And with those last words, she did.
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