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eiattu_pride ([personal profile] eiattu_pride) wrote2006-12-21 10:18 pm

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Rial's been waiting ever since the call from Hilunda came in. Waiting, chewing nervously on his fingernails, wishing and hoping and praying that somehow this is all some big mistake, a nightmare, a hoax.

Inside, he knows that it's not true.

But oh, oh how he wishes it was.

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-12-29 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Gror won't say it, either. He's certainly thinking it, but he won't say it. "Use that," he says, with all the wisdom of years in the ruling class on a planet where kidnapping is a common (capital) crime. "Demand to see evidence that she is alright. Buy yourself some time."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-12-29 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Gror Pernon has never been a touchy feely man, nor a touchy feely father. But he reaches out all the same and rests a hand--stronger than it looks--on Rial's shoulder. "You can't possibly know," he says, "but you have two things going for you. One, they're a band of idiots, but they are not idiotic enough to do away with their only bargaining chip. They're desperate, and she is all they have. And two--" He smiles, then, faint as it is. "It would take a Sith of a lot to bring down that princess of yours."

The smile is gone fast to be replaced by steely, steady calm. "Whatever you choose to do, I will be here. Do what you need to do, Rial."

[identity profile] sw-npc.livejournal.com 2006-12-29 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Gror folds his arms again, glancing up, listening. "Yes?"