Galder moodily plods through the hallways of their base, the backhand-extending knife and wrist blaster out of their slots on his artificial arm, his red lightsaber in the other hand.
"Hey! Anyone here? Hell, why am I asking..." Galder snarls. "Anyone seen my boot? I'm gonna start killing Epireans again if it doesn't show up!"
Galder will use Dreams.
Galder glares at their former leader.
"I'm warning you, Rand," Galder snarls once more, as he had snarled all too frequently in Rand's presence. "And I wouldn't be looking for it if I was...wearing it." Galder was wearing the boot after all...
"I really must give up smoking those Magravian spice fags..."
"Whatever you say, Galder..." Rand sighs, marching past him, his black robes billowing out behind him. As he marched about to do whatever he had in mind, he had one hand up, allowing the wine bottle and tablet to float while he pulled on his blood-stained, dark blue trench coat over his robes and armor. He then snatched them from the air, and took a seat in one of the few furniture pieces that had not been destroyed during their assault on Doon, or had not been hacked to pieces in Galder's or Rianna's idleness.
Seating himself, he set down the wine bottle and Tablet, and used the Force...again...to pull a wine glass to him, as he did every day. All in routine.
"All in routine..." Rand mutters to himself, pouring himself some of Alderaan's finest, blue-tinged wine. He rested against the tall back of the chair.
"Gallador! Anything to report? Anything else break while I was meditating?"
"The door to the Watch still isn't fixed," Galder butts in, taking a seat by Rand and snatching up the wine bottle. He tries to mimick Rand's nifty glass-calling abuse of the Force...but only managed to knock over a few wine glasses, which all shattered on the floor.
"Whoops!" Galder says, with an innocent grin. He then peered over at the Tablet. "Still not going to tell me what's on there, are ya?"
Rand shrugs. "No. If you needed to know, you would, but you don't need to know, so you don't, nor can you read the damned language, so you can't."
Despite not being leader any longer, Rand prefers to keep important things like the tablet to himself. A little advice that 'Doon' had given him, about leadership...not that it matters now. Rand is the cripple, and has to know his place.
I wish I had never found him... Rand thinks to himself, eyeing Galder for a moment before returning to the text.
"How quickly do you want to die? Because you know, that would certainly give me something to do. And right now it's either that, or you learn when to shut up. Or maybe I could simply remove your smile...." Rianna said, adding the last part rather thoughtfully while she studied the hilt of her purple lightsaber.
"Oh, not again..."
Rand casually keeps Rianna from snatching the bottle from the table with his superior powers, which will probably only make matters worse, but he prefers his wine being drunken in cups rather than splashed all over Galder's head. He grins slightly as Rianna most likely struggles
"One day, one of you will crack, and then I'll have less opposition for another rise to power..."