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Post by Zath Sinn on May 10, 2009 22:11:23 GMT 1
After helping Anira placing all her newly required stuff, Zath heads for the cockpit.
The ship has entered hyperspace by now and he moves to one of the viewports, staring thoughtfully at the white lines streaking past.
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Post by Dia'Talkina on May 17, 2009 15:21:37 GMT 1
"So, what's on your mind, Zath?" Dia gets up from the pilot chair, and looks at the large Zabrak.
"And don't you give me one of your short replies - I can see you're thinking"
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Post by Zath Sinn on May 18, 2009 21:04:09 GMT 1
The black Zabrak doesn't turn away from the viewport, but keeps staring out, his hands on his back.
"Many things are indeed occupying my mind, Dia'Talkina" he replies, perhaps somewhat reluctantly.
"Though chief among them..." Zath trails off, as if he doesn't quite know how to put his thoughts into words. Or perhaps he is just not totally comfortable speaking about them, even to Dia.
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Post by Dia'Talkina on May 18, 2009 21:53:33 GMT 1
"I'm waiting, Zath?" Though her voice is not impatient or demanding.
"Please, we're meeting Fallen Jedi. We need to be cleared of any troubles we have. At least as much as possible"
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Post by Zath Sinn on Jun 7, 2009 12:23:46 GMT 1
Zath slowly tears his gaze away from the viewport, turning halfway around to look at Dia.
"I am indeed aware of the perils we are facing, Dia'Talkina." he says, still not elaborating on what he is thinking about.
He turns back to the viewport again, keeping quiet for a while.
"Meeting the Fallen is not what is concerning me." he finally says.
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Post by Dia'Talkina on Jun 13, 2009 18:00:23 GMT 1
"What is it, then, Zath?" Dia folds her arms across her chest, looking at the large zabrak
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