Miners Fatigue

[lixvari]

Since the death of Moras, Bael had more even more work dropped onto him. This included checking the Xillian and Vinrillium mines as well as inspecting the facilities that processed the metals into their finished products. It was a job Bael dreaded and had Moras do everytime it came up but with the loss of his close friend he had no choice but to do it. Eyes still heavy the obsidian skinned Xela'Dorn made his way through the halls of the castle towards the magnetic rail that would carry him to the surface of the planet. It was a much faster way of reaching the surface, and it didn't involve having to be seen by the public.

Being seen in public was something that Bael dreaded even more then he used to. Since the death of Moras rumors had begun to run rampant. Even his guards eyed him weirdly now, but Bael still did not speak on what had truly happened between the two. Or why he had been forced to kill Moras. Not till he made the ones responsible pay would he speak about the incident. Coming to a stop before the rail Bael examined the construct. Made of complete Xillion the thing could support dozens of passengers yet he was the only one who used it. Not a dent or scratch could be seen on the metal either. "If everything was created with the same devotion and effort I wouldn't have to do inspections." Bael sighed as he entered the rail.

 

[lixvari]

"You know I hate when you get like this. All you've been doing since Moras' death is moping around. He betrayed us. He sold us out. He deserved what he got." The voice inside Bael's head whispered. "Why would you even need an adviser with me around?"

Scoffing at the notion Bael couldn't keep the disgusted look off his face. "I'm not moping around, and he had no choice I'm sure of it. I offered him forgiveness, even to let him keep his position. He said they would still kill him any-."

"He was bluffing, he was never our friend. He rode our coattails to the top and then tried to kill us when we didn't do what he wanted. Who knows how long the Ciax family had been grooming and bribing him. Since you were children maybe. "

Eyes scanning the inside of the railcart Bael searched for any signs of alcohol, but not one bottle was stored there. He knew it was wishful thinking but he needed something, anything to shut the voice up. Hands shaking Bael punched the solid interior of the rail. Then he did it again, and again. Constantly hammering into the wall with his fists Bael's blood began to fleck the wall. "You know I'm right."