Lost and Thought Forgotten (Closed)

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

“Eh, nothing as meaningful as that.” She says absently. Mostly, she didn’t like to think about the mark seared into her shoulder. She doesn’t do too much thinking about herself, frankly. Get too existential and you’ll get yourself shot-whether by someone else or not, who could say-it’s not a trap she intends on getting caught in.

No, she’s out here for adventure, barreling ahead to the next and the next without so much as a glance back to where she’d been. And that was how it’d stay.

“Thought about getting one of those tech tattoos on my forearm. Microchips and nano tech. A lot of peeps in my trade have ‘em.” She glanced over, a grin. “But you can hack ‘em, so I’m kind of disinclined to do it. Guess how I know.” She laughed.

 

[TirithIre]

He nodded as she said that she didn't have anything as meaningful as that, though as she seemed to want to leave it at that, the Dragon sensed better than to poke that kind of topic. Curiosity did enter his mind though as she mentioned her trade but didn't elaborate.

" Oh? and besides seeking out buried tombs and stasis popsicle Dragons, what trade is that?"

As they barreled through space though he settled down into a seat, his eyes curious and yet fixated on her. He had a very... intense look, though it was part admiration for such a... well pixie like human staking out on her own, he found such a thing courageous really. He glanced over to the box she had told him that he could keep, but refocused back onto her.

" What's the point in not doing something out of fear?"

He was more curious about why she'd let the possibility of something bad happening keep her from getting something she wanted. That clashed with his perception of her more than anything else.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

“Well, your highness.” Kara said as she took them through a narrow strip of balance between two planets and their gravitational pulls. That cocky grin curved her lips. “I’m what you’d call a downright scoundrel.” She flipped a few switches and executed a tight maneuver around a moon-and they were home free again, her hands releasing the controls and the woman leaning back in her chair, arms behind her head and one boot on the center console.

“Fear?” She turned to find him staring at her curiously, intent. Her kaleidoscope hazel eyes blinked then lifted a brow in some sort of challenge. “That’s not quite it.” She responded. “It’s more...is this a tool worth the risk of hinderance? Sometimes things can get nasty in a hurry, I don’t want to rely on my tech more than my wits, ya know? Get lazy.”

She’s casual about his inquiry, unoffended. “I’m an adventurer, and that means getting into trouble. Gotta be bigger than fear, or at least impulsive enough to act against it. I’ve smuggled weapons and materials for all kinds of...less than upstanding parties, and talked my way outta all sorts of situations that other folks woulda just pissed themselves in.” She laughed. “So uh, yeah-less than savory company you’re in, right now, but at least I’m not a slaver or some actually awful shit.”

She was utterly unashamed of her ‘profession’ too, it seemed like. "Lucky you, I'm also a pretty damned good pilot."

 

[TirithIre]

Dieghyt had to admit her calling him her highness sent a thrill through him even if she WAS mocking the title... it was still delicious for anyone to call him such a thing these days considering the true state of it all. As she took great pride in that though he was going to respond but he was more interested in the slingshot like maneuver in order to get around the dual gravitational pulls. Once they were free though his attention turned back to her.

" Oh? so you're a rogue among the humans... I see."

He said it more as a matter of fact, though his curiosity did spur on his next question though.

" What brought you to do such unsavory things? Surely you could have done something more... reputable?"

She was smart, brave and very aware of her surroundings... he wasn't sure what had drawn her into the life, though as she explained better about being an adventurer, Dieghyt considered better that she must have been chained down previously in some way shape or form. Of course that was a full out assumption, but by the same token she, like him really, valued her freedom immensely.

" Well thank you Kara... for not being a slaver."

He wouldn't have handled being a slave at all, not only because of what he had once been, namely a prince, but also because he was too strong headed for his own good sometimes. Taking the silly captains jacket off again though he tossed it aside... he was 'respectable' and besides, they weren't in a space port or anything.

" I doubt even if you had this special tattoo you would allow yourself to get lazy."

He mused thoughtfully though... after all in the short time he had known her he had come to see that she was one of those do it yourself kind of girls, and though he admired that sense, the Dragon also was curious how she might have responded to a bit of spoiling, though he didn't feel that he was in the right position to spoil her... not yet at least.

He'd figure out a way to repay her kindness, Dragons always repaid their debts.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

Kara smiled, and this time it was less cocky and more...something else. “Sometimes there aren’t any ‘good’ options, Dieghyt.” She says, a little soft. “So you take what you can get and try not to lose too much of yourself in the process. You uh...you might be gaining first hand experience sooner than you think.” Too true.

Then she grins again, full force mirthful. “‘Sides! I got my own ship, my autonomy-it’s treated me pretty good so far. You really think I’m going to find that anywhere else? Nope-I ain’t rich, noble, or from anywhere that matters. But in this life, I’m making my own way until I have to finally cash in my chips for good.”

She’s in a good mood. She usually was. He had shed the jacket again. It hadn't helped much anyway, but it'd been a thought. Dude was straight muscle.

"Well thank you Kara... for not being a slaver."

That makes her laugh a little. “No problem, buddy.” A silly joke. Not being a slaver was a pretty low bar, that was for fucking sure. “Thanks for not knocking my head off back there...not that I woulda stuck around for it.”

She’s a little worn out. She’d been up for a while, double timing to that forsaken rock and then working her way into the tunnel after getting the tip. She watched the stars idly, surprisingly relaxed despite having a virtual stranger on board. He seemed alright.

"Sometimes I'm not even after credits, you know? I just like finding and exploring things no one else can...or at least, finding them first." That softer speech again. More genuine.

 

[TirithIre]

Oh he could and did understand THAT sentiment. Leaving his people, his family, his entire race behind... having to hide within the form of a human in order to survive were all experiences of loss that he did understand very well. He gave her a quirk of his eyebrow as she said that last part, though he glanced down, wondering what she meant though silently asking as if to say What, hiding everything about myself isn't enough?

As she grinned and found her confidence though he shook his head.

" I did not mean to offend."

He simply wished to understand. Even as she said that she had her own ship and her own life, he could understand that desire. She was an interesting one... he didn't know whether he'd spend a lot of time with her, but he did know he appreciated her kindness. To Dieghyt, the jacket had itched, he wasn't used to it though he understood when they made it to this space port he would need to be reputable for her sake really.

He fell quiet for a few minutes, though he nodded as she piped that last comment up. He hadn't really been an adventurer, but back when Draconia had been around Dieghyt had been in the process of being trained to become the next ruler of Dragons... so well, he was certainly out of place. They seemed to both enjoy the stars zipping by quietly, he not really sure what else to say to her.

They didn't really have much in common he didn't think, and despite having just woken up from over a two thousand year sleep, he felt tired himself. Crossing his arms and slouching into the chair, soon his head dipped, his chin resting on his chest as he fell asleep, not really intending to, but more just mentally exhausted from everything. There were still many thoughts in his head, but he'd deal with it later.

 

[CurtailedAmbrosia]

It’s odd. He’s nodded off and everything’s as quiet as it ever was, just the hum and whir of various instruments in distant parts of her ship-but the company’s there. He might be crazy or he might be telling the truth about who he was, but either way-she’s a little worried for when he gets to port and sees just how ‘unsavory’ life could be, scratching out a living. Going from prince to somebody’s underling-he was in for a rude awakening. Would he even find a job? An in somewhere? Might not be willing to ‘lower’ himself to do it.

Kara shook her head, quietly slipping to her feet. Then he’d end up dead in a gutter somewhere. Either way, he wasn’t her problem. She’d promised to drop him off safe and sound, and that was it. Last of his race or no, she didn’t do hanger ons. She's not a charity for wayward dragons.

She realized she was watching him sleep.

God dammit Kara, it’s bad enough you’ve wasted time and fuel just to get ousted by Zero’s gang. Don’t be a bleeding heart, you already aren’t getting paid.

Hopefully he’d be alright on his own. He was big enough to fight off thugs and probably smart enough to do what he had to to survive. Maybe she'd show him around a little, try and get him a job...

That wouldn't be too much helping, right? Right.

She double checked their course and went to bed.

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Kara slept hard. Waking a popsicle ‘monster’ had been more than a little nerve wracking, and she’d been up for a long while before it, so she needed the sleep. The door to her small quarters didn’t apparently work-her ship overall seemed to be held together with little more than spit and optimism, but it’d held up on the trip.

She was zonked out on her stomach with her limbs ungracefully sprawled out, red hair a ruffled, attractive mess. She was wearing another white undershirt and black spandex shorts, the sheet tangled up around one leg and her arms up and half hugging her pillow. She didn't snore, but she sure looked comfortable as hell.

They had reached the right system and were currently in the dark shadow of a moon. The dash blinked on and off to indicate their arrival and the end of autopilot-all Kara had to do was take them the last little bit to port.

 

[TirithIre]

Dieghyt's mind wandered through memories as though floating in a dream as he fell asleep. Memories of laughter, kindness... life. In the dream Dieghyt was chasing after his sister Anyra. She was running off and he was running after her. Yet no matter how fast he ran she was always out of reach... until she turned a corner of the palace and as Dieghyt circled the corner everything was gone.

A barren landscape laid before him, his eyes blinking in painful memory of the broadcasts the Dark Dwarves had sent out of the wreckage, of the genocide. As he slept his head twitched slightly, jerking in his sleep as he worked through his own losses.

Yet in the wreckage... he thought he saw someone, and searching and searching he was jarred slightly from his rest by the ship slowing in it's completed journey to Tharalar. For a while he simply sat there, not sure what exactly he'd do, or where he'd go, but he silently admitted to himself he had imposed on Kara too much already. He would find a way to repay her for her help, and let her be on her grand adventure of life while he would have to figure out what he'd do next.

Stretching finally he decided to go looking for her... and so he rose and made his way through the ship. He knew how to find her quarters from when she was trying to find a shirt for him, though as he came to the door of her quarters since they didn't work they remained open. Dieghyt slipped through and studied her for a few minutes.

She had quite the comfortable look to her, but Dieghyt figured he may as well thank her for her help in some way. However he didn't really have anything to offer her. It was infuriating to him really that he didn't have anything. After all he had at one time had everything. His life had been ripped apart and even now he wondered if there was a real reason that he was still around, but Dieghyt supposed that he would need to come to his own conclusions and purpose with time.

He thought to approach her, to let her know that they had arrived, so taking a few minutes to consider it, he approached the bed and settled down on the side where her back was to him. She was quite cute and without her space suit or armor she WAS quite curvy in her own ways, but he reached out and drew his hand gently along her back.

" Kara... time to wake up. We've arrived."

His nail drew along her spine and though he was close he wasn't doing anything overly inappropriate. He moved his hand over her hip and then back up her spine again, touching her in a more intimate way than what a normal being would, but his perception of personal space was definitely different than hers was.