Dissero
Breaking Even
Lorrd
Lorrd University
"We shouldn't be here."
These were the words, the very first words, spoken by anyone on the bridge of the newly re-christened Charon Starship Brigand. They were words heavy with multiple layers of meaning. The crew knew it. The Captain knew it. The Noghri body guard who spoke them especially knew it.
Dissero knew it, too. But, given the naked honesty of the statement, it took him slightly off-guard.
"I don't like the idea of not being allowed somewhere," the Archivist replied.
"Perhaps these are things you should consider when you go making enemies with one of the largest and most profoundly savage tribes in the galaxy," the Noghri replied.
"You say that as if I did it on purpose."
"You did do it on purpose."
"Make enemies? No, never meant to do that. And the word you're looking for, Mahet, is Empire, not tribe."
"I did that on purpose," Mahet leered, "they are no ...Empire."
A pause followed by a cutting laugh, "Not anymore, they aren't."
Dissero didn't like to think of it as shouldn't be or not being allowed. That would require someone to have taken his permission away. Far as he was concerned, as one of the rising scholars of the galaxy, he had every right to should be exactly where he was.
It was more a matter of the difficulty of being there and staying there.
It was difficult to be somewhere and stay there when someone didn't want you there. Or when someone wanted you dead. A lot of someones, as the case may be, but he was quite certain those people were long since distracted by the plight of war on their opposite boarders. Who was going to be watching little Lorrd anyway?
"Set her down, keep her hot."
Those were the last words spoken within the bridge of the Brigand before its Lord disappeared through the side hatch and out into the bustle of the starport. Soon enough, after a short time of travel, he arrived at the Lorrd University where he fully intended to do a bit of research.
@[member="Carré Inirial"]
Lorrd University
"We shouldn't be here."
These were the words, the very first words, spoken by anyone on the bridge of the newly re-christened Charon Starship Brigand. They were words heavy with multiple layers of meaning. The crew knew it. The Captain knew it. The Noghri body guard who spoke them especially knew it.
Dissero knew it, too. But, given the naked honesty of the statement, it took him slightly off-guard.
"I don't like the idea of not being allowed somewhere," the Archivist replied.
"Perhaps these are things you should consider when you go making enemies with one of the largest and most profoundly savage tribes in the galaxy," the Noghri replied.
"You say that as if I did it on purpose."
"You did do it on purpose."
"Make enemies? No, never meant to do that. And the word you're looking for, Mahet, is Empire, not tribe."
"I did that on purpose," Mahet leered, "they are no ...Empire."
A pause followed by a cutting laugh, "Not anymore, they aren't."
Dissero didn't like to think of it as shouldn't be or not being allowed. That would require someone to have taken his permission away. Far as he was concerned, as one of the rising scholars of the galaxy, he had every right to should be exactly where he was.
It was more a matter of the difficulty of being there and staying there.
It was difficult to be somewhere and stay there when someone didn't want you there. Or when someone wanted you dead. A lot of someones, as the case may be, but he was quite certain those people were long since distracted by the plight of war on their opposite boarders. Who was going to be watching little Lorrd anyway?
"Set her down, keep her hot."
Those were the last words spoken within the bridge of the Brigand before its Lord disappeared through the side hatch and out into the bustle of the starport. Soon enough, after a short time of travel, he arrived at the Lorrd University where he fully intended to do a bit of research.
@[member="Carré Inirial"]