Cassius Droma
Jedi Archaeologist
As Ar’ekk pulled his pistol, a harsh whisper came from Cassius, “Ar’ekk, don’t-!” before he could so much as lift a finger to prevent the slicer from shooting the chef in the head, the weapon had already been fired. He looked at his old friend from under heavy brows for a moment before Ar’ekk explained that it hadn’t killed him. Cassius’s shoulders relaxed, but only so much. He knew he was telling the truth – life had not exited the chef’s body. For now.
“I’ll make sure no one knows of your involvement here,” Cassius reassured him as he started to make his way back towards their exit. He had heard some scattered news of Ar’ekk’s tragedy, but didn’t know the full story. The Jedi also was not about to ask the slicer about it, since he seemed to be alright for the time being. He could feel it, though – that darkness, the pain of loss, still lingering. For some people, it never went away.
Cassius kept his guard up, his hands raised in a slightly apprehensive position, looking almost like a magician about to perform a trick. Since their path from the roof was pretty straightforward, so too was their line of egress. He stole a quick glance out of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, marveling at the lights and sounds below. Nice to look at, but definitely not nice to be caught up in.
As his foot hit the last step up the stairs to the door, an overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear overtook him. Something was wrong. Behind him, he could hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps, back towards the hallway with the trophy room. In anticipation, Cassius flung the door to the outside open, quickly running out onto the roof. Just as the door closed behind them, alarms sounded.
He looked to Ar’ekk. Hopefully the Hawk was nearby.
[member="Arekk"]
“I’ll make sure no one knows of your involvement here,” Cassius reassured him as he started to make his way back towards their exit. He had heard some scattered news of Ar’ekk’s tragedy, but didn’t know the full story. The Jedi also was not about to ask the slicer about it, since he seemed to be alright for the time being. He could feel it, though – that darkness, the pain of loss, still lingering. For some people, it never went away.
Cassius kept his guard up, his hands raised in a slightly apprehensive position, looking almost like a magician about to perform a trick. Since their path from the roof was pretty straightforward, so too was their line of egress. He stole a quick glance out of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, marveling at the lights and sounds below. Nice to look at, but definitely not nice to be caught up in.
As his foot hit the last step up the stairs to the door, an overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear overtook him. Something was wrong. Behind him, he could hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps, back towards the hallway with the trophy room. In anticipation, Cassius flung the door to the outside open, quickly running out onto the roof. Just as the door closed behind them, alarms sounded.
He looked to Ar’ekk. Hopefully the Hawk was nearby.
[member="Arekk"]