The Dark Academy on Korriban

OOC: Astrogation roll of Hard, no knowledge applies you are on your journey!

Baesal mirrored Moyr and gazed upwards

She tried to put herself in Hazzan's shoes, his way of thinking. But decided fuck it

She laid on the groundhands crossed behind her hands

''Say Moyr, what do you think about..no that makes no sense''

stargazers atro roll, aid from moyr: 4eA+0eP+3eD+1eB 1 failure, 1 advantage

"None whatsoever. At least not now. Maybe we miss a crucial piece here. Or maybe the timing is off."

She shrugged, then kept thinking.

"I remember he learned of the ritual on Nal Hutta."

''Is'nt that Hutt Space?'' she wondered

"Nal Huttta is Hutt space," Zeno says as he approaches the two and pokes over their shoulder. After looking for a minute he comes to the conclusion that he can't make heads or tails of it. They had it all arranged wrong.

"This doesn't make any sense."

Stargazers [LE9], Astrogation, Hard: 1eA+1eP+3eD 0 successes, 1 threat

"I am not an enthusiast of those environs."

Moyr remarked euphemistically.

"But who knows where necessity can bring us."

She sighed.

"I'll take some more nightsky photos for future analysis."

"Who knows indeed," he replies tersely, before stepping away to watch the perimeter again, hitting the thermal every once in a while.

"Let's get back here tomorrow, with fresh heads."

Moyr started packing back.

"Alright." Zeno didn't turn or move from his spot. His tone seemed empty and distracted like the day on the ship when he was working on his mod. With maybe a little bit of anger sprinkled in?

''Something wrong Z-man?'' Baesal said while getting up

"There is," he says turning around and removing his helmet and holding it under his arm. "And learned a bit about how it feels to be betrayed. Everyone's gotta have their first of everything." The words sounded like they should be a joke but his tone, that subtle rage. And his eyes. He wasn't laughing.

"Anything we can do to help?" Sylvain asked.

"Not at the moment. I am still deciding what I am going to do about it. You should know how important loyalty is to me by now. This is a new... sensation," he replies almost analytical in the coldness.

"So who do you want dead, Zeno?"

Moyr decided to cut the knot.

"Nobody specific right now. Like I said, I'm still thinking. I know, I know." He raises a hand, "You didn't believe me capable of thinking before acting. But contrary to popular belief sometimes I can't just decide to swing my blade blindly." It was a jest delivered with a deadpan underpinned with negativity.

"Contemplative Zeno, I've lived to see the day."

Moyr approached him and patted him on the arm, chuckling.

"Hope you'll let us know before you unleash hell."

He doesn't react to the pat and just looks her in the eyes. There is a lot of emotion visible in them, all felt but apparently contained.

"If the hell I can create comes raining down... there won't be anyone that doesn't notice," he states flatly.

Baesal listened but kept quiet: What could she say at that point?

She frowned and looked towards the camp...

He looked to Baesal. "Nothing to worry about. No matter what happens the Galaxy will keep spinning. I don't have enough rage to stop that."

"Wouldn't just telling us be easier than grandstanding, Zeno?"

Moyr inquired calmly.

He shrugs. Not really caring if they know. "I lost control. Very nearly lost my sanity. First time in my life I was ever betrayed by someone I trusted. And it took all I had to not murder her on the spot," he replies.

"Why did you hold back?"

Moyr kept asking.

"Because in that moment, while I felt an inconceivable amount of rage, there was still love. And since that moment I've come to understand it was undeserved," he states. "Now I simply have thoughts swimming in my mind of what I will do in return for the betrayal. Sometimes death is not the worst punishment. And sometimes it is not worth pursuing it at all. I will come to a decision eventually."

"I see. Is it strictly personal, or will you be seeking assistance?"

"Also a decision I have yet to come to. Depends on the scale of my revenge or whether I simply walk away." He looks at her appreciatively at the offer inferred.