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| Daneira_Farris | Date: Monday, 04 Jun 2012, 10:49 AM | Message # 31 |
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| "My weird moral values? Really? " Dani's temper flared for a brief moment. He didn't get it did he? This wasn't just about the ship, though it was initially what she was upset with him about. With a sigh, Dani dropped her gaze to the weapons on the table. "You're not exactly one to preach about moral values, are you, Jace? At least I can admit what I've done. Despite what you think you know about it."
"But if you'd like to go a few rounds and see who comes out on top, I'd be happy to oblige...." Dani paused briefly. "After the job. I don't need a self righteous ex-Jedi distracting me from what needs to be done." She stood then, rounding the chair she had been in so that she could pace. She crossed her arms at her midsection and stared at him. If he hadn't already, she knew Karth probably hated her by now and it was all she had in her to even stay in that room at that point.
The longer Dani stood there, the worse she started to feel. In the back of her mind she knee they shouldn't be fighting with each other, but together...for the right reasons. Despite that thought, she said nothing about it.
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| Karth_DeQora | Date: Monday, 04 Jun 2012, 12:40 PM | Message # 32 |
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| Rage was an interesting emotion. To the Jedi it was a subset of passion, something that needed to be controlled at all costs. Though, Karth had to admit, the Jedi seemed more keen on burying their 'dark' emotions rather than mastering them, though the Sith were no better. Sith were dominated by their emotions, reveling in the 'power' it granted them but losing all sense of self. Much like his master had before him, Karth had always championed a middle-ground when it came to such things. Anger, fear, sadness, love, they all served their greater purpose in a Jedi's life; but his rage had always scared him, had always driven him to better himself as a Jedi and as a person. It was building, now, in the pit of his stomach; and as Jace and Dani reached a crescendo Karth's ebon eyes shot wide open, fists clenching and slamming down upon the table, hard.
"Enough! Both of you!"
As his gauntleted hands collided with the table, the air around them reverberated with a sudden surge of power, something that quickly abated as Karth's breathing began to settle. Hopefully, he had gotten their attention. "The last thing we need is to be fighting amongst ourselves when there are bounties on our collective heads and an entire Empire looking to turn us into pretty rugs in Palpatine's office!" His jaw set as he rose to his feet, putting his armored body between the two of them, his eyes staring coldly into Dani's own. He matched her intensity with his own, nine years of his own trials and his demons staring daggers. They all had their issues, Karth was no exception there; and though Jace had been similarly stand-offish, Dani's wrathful intolerance had struck a nerve deep inside him. Perhaps it was a deeper issue, that she was no longer the person he remembered her being; or perhaps it was the logic that they needed each other to survive, and they would have to at least tolerate each other if that was to be possible.
"Now," he chided, averting his gaze from hers and leaning up against the back wall. "Jace, this is something I'm determined to see through, so if you're coming, great. If not, you need a way off this planet, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let another one of us die or get left behind! Dani? You don't have to like him, but if you two don't come to some sort of an agreeable arrangement, so help me, I'll tear this ship inside-out!"
His posture relaxed, if only slightly, as his disciplining came to a close.
"Work this out some other time, we can't stay here any longer." And, with that, Karth stomped out of the galley, wondering when in the nine Corellian hells he became the most rational of the three.
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| Jace_Varitek | Date: Friday, 15 Jun 2012, 4:27 PM | Message # 33 |
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| They watched him go, silent now that his tirade—it qualified as a tirade, Jace thought, and a much-deserved one at that—had ended suddenly. The force of it had been surprising, and the guilt in the room was palpable (though Jace would be lying to himself if he didn't think the balance of it fell on Daneira's shoulders, not his). But as poetic as it'd be to stick out his tongue at her, he resisted the childish impulse. He did feel guilty, after all. And even if he wasn't sure what he'd done to upset Daneira as much as he had, clearly he had. He'd ducked enough blame in his life to do so now with a potential friend. At the very least, she deserved better for helping him out. "Look, I'm sorry," he said to her after a moment, managing a fleeting glance in her direction as he scratched his arm. "You're right," he went on, "I don't know you anymore, and you're not exactly—" He stopped, sighed, and started again.
"I don't know you, and it's wrong for me to judge," Jace said. "This is your ship, and I'm grateful for the ride. You're saving my ass, here." He hoped to the Force he wouldn't eat these words, and that his faith in Daneira and Karth wouldn't be misplaced. Faith wasn't something that Jace Varitek was much good at.
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| Daneira_Farris | Date: Friday, 15 Jun 2012, 10:05 PM | Message # 34 |
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| He had broken into her home, that's what Varitek had done to upset Daneira so badly. The place she lived, and the only place she truly felt safe anymore, especially since Dominic had died. When Karth stormed out, she felt a pang of guilt for being so incredibly hateful, and unable to see past her rage. It was an emotional time though, surely he had to understand that. Maybe he could once he calmed down. Or maybe he never would.
"Yeah, sure. Me too." She supposed that it would do as an apology, when she certainly did not feel like one was deserved just yet. Finally, when he kept talking, Daneira snapped her gaze to him. "I'm not exactly what? Like you? Or him?" She bit her lip and dropped into a chair for a moment.
"We used to be inseparable. He knew what I was thinking before I even did most of the time. We were like...." Dani paused and shook the thought away. "You're right. I'm not exactly the kind of person you want to be around. When Karth died, he took my soul with him. Judge that." She said before she pushed herself back up onto her feet and looked away.
With that, Daneira cleared her throat. The admission she had just made was a big step for her, and at the moment she hadn't realized she had done it. "I have a ship to fly. Make yourself at home." She said hastily before she retreated to the cockpit of Caecelia.
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| Jace_Varitek | Date: Wednesday, 04 Jul 2012, 10:08 PM | Message # 35 |
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