"If you haven't noticed, Rianna," Rand says, staring wearily at her. "We live on a planet that doesn't exist..." He picks up the wine bottle, pours himself some of the blue wine. "...meaning that wine isn't very easy to come by, and I'm sure the next thing you want to be doing right now is squashing those massive balls of mush that the Epireans call 'grapes.'"
"So please, leave me and my wine out of your tissy fits," Rand says, returning back to his Tablet.
Tanic's hand is a blur as he draws his gun for the umpteenth time. He brings it out of its holster, swinging his aim at the cupboard he's been using as target practice. Letting off a shot, he pulls the other gun and fires in the opposite direction, knocking down the chair on which he had carved a rough picture of a pig's head.
Letting his guns clatter to the floor with a sigh, he thinks of the futility of their situation, as well as the bitter irony of it. Pulling his sabre in one fluid movement, he swings it through the cupboard, then twists his body to slice it into quarters as it clatters to the ground. He stops as he realises that he's destroyed one of his last targets and looks at the remains on the floor,
"This wasn't how it was supposed to be... It should have been justice and glory. Not slaughter and flight..."
A couple of moments later he walks out of the circular room he claimed as his own on arrival and joins the others in the main living area. On entrance, he pauses a moment, realising something has changed,
"Someone's fixed it. Finally," Looking around the room, he takes in Rianna's turned back, Rands wine, and Galder's grim smile, then sighs, taking his seat. He'd seen the same thing too many times.
Actually, I hate to trample on what people have been saying...
.... but the wine supply ran out eight months ago, That caused quite an argument too.
Not quite as big as when it actually was suggested that Rianna do all the cooking. There was a long discussion after that in which it was concluded that, for the good of life on this planet and probably in most neighbouring star systems, it will never be suggested again.
Problem there, Takuan- you guys don't wear your comms when you are lounging around at home, because you don't like being disturbed.
"FAI-7429... Proximity sensor, north side ridge."
Ah great, something has tripped the sensors again. From a bird to wandering Epireans, it takes forever to get this system to shut up about it. It doesn't shut down unless you log it correctly, and the log prefers a visual. Must be a bird because Epireans don't tend to get that high- that's right up the top.
Camera feed, North Side Ridge
psssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh...
Great. Another one down. There's one on the reverse angle on the ridge too, though.
Camera feed, North Side Ridge, Reverse angle
psssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh...
This is getting stupid. Ok, the one on the Plateau should be able to see that area
Camera feed, Plateau
It's raining outside. This plateau- one of the few flat areas of the mountain- is mostly devoid of anything but rock, though there is the odd straggly tree around. There is the North side ridge, nothing there, there is the path back down to the base main entrance, and there is your shield generator, where a bunch of pirates are laser-lacncng it off its moorings
...
...
They're stealing your shield generator!
BASTARDS!
You hit the alarm
BWEEP!BWEEP!BWeep...fizzle
Sigh...
(Did we hear that?)
Tanic sits upright at the start of the alarm, his hand moving to his sabre. As it trails off he stands up,
"What is Takuan doing? I'll go check on him."
Glad for any break in the repetitive regime they were getting into, Tanic stands and walks to watch post, even if it just Takuan messing around with the alarms.
Gallador sighs as he sees the pointless bickering between Rianna and Galder:
"You two really are wasting your time. You could study more subtle aspects of the Force, but if you ignore my advice..."(better for me, those two are useful weapons, nothing more. Though they have to be kept in check, their lack of control can be dangerous)
"Hello Master Rand" -Gallador balances on the thin line that separates respect from mockery- "It seems you are tired, why won`t you let me study the tablet more? And what is this noice?"
(Tanic can still head over there, right?)
"Cram it, Gallador," Galder says to him. Gallador had very much surprised him at the Citadel, but currently...eh, Galder could care less. However, he never ceased to amuse Galder. The former Jedi was certainly insane, according to Galder.
"Wasting time...fun stuff..." Galder mutters as Tanic goes off to see what Takuan's doing.