STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Cold War

Wraith studies Mither, observing the freak in his silence.

He fears us as much as he hates us, Wraith thinks to himself. I personally represent those Outsiders that he despises so... but he is loathe to remove me.

Unable to speak, Wraith tries his hardest to send Dak a simple, telepathic thought. He fears us is all he sends.

Dak senses Wraith's thought, but gives no outer acknowledgment other than a flick of his tail.

"I think your militias will be fine. As much as we could ask for, and possibly more, so newly under your command. We thank you."

It seems to have worked, Wraith, but it is a limited way to communicate. Not to mention that you have no close bond to Dak, so it is a forceful act to send the thought and put it in his mind. It may cause headaches.

"Do not misssunderstand me," Mither says. "You will be awarded leadership posssitions for your bravery and skill. Sssuch qualities do not go unrewarded. You will be Captainsss in my militias, as Pade isss. I trussst you will be able to lead efficiently?"

"Of course. We will lead your forces to victory, in your honor, Great One." Dak inclines his head in an attempt to look respectful.

"Mossst excellent!" Mither declares. "Now thossse who claim divine powersss cannot ssstand against usss as we have our own agentsss of fate. Pade, pleassse sssee to it that our guessstsss are made comfortable."

"Yes, Great Leader," Pade says.

"At once," Mither orders. "I have mattersss to attend to."

"Right away," Pade says, escorting you out of Mither's office. Once you are out, he sighs. "So, that was fun, wasn't it?"

"Oh yes, very fun." Dak turns to look at Wraith. "He's afraid of us. He fears our power; what we can do."

Wraith glumly shrugs, lifting his hands up to indicate that he has no idea. He does not try to speak, knowing just hopeless it is to try and communicate.

Couldn't say, he thinks. What a terrible pun.

Dak studies Wraith for a bit. "You know... you've been awfully quiet lately."

He turns back to look at Pade. "It's kind of nice. So, you're supposed to make us comfortable, Pade. Do we get nice private rooms?"

Wraith gurgles in frustration, clenching his fists at Dak as he tries to get across what is wrong with him.

Can't talk! Wraith telepathically shouts, forcing the message into Dak's mind. Knives! Pain!

The telepathic messages ramming into your mind are giving you a headache, Dak. You understand... something about wives, but you don't have many acquaintances whom are married, so you're not sure what the hell Wraith is telepathically yelling about. You would like him to stop, that's for sure. It is very distracting.

As it is, Wraith, you've given yourself a nosebleed and mild migraine.

Ker'Raos has no idea what is going on and just shrugs, mystified.

"Alright..." Pade says, looking back and forth between the two of you. "I can't guarantee comfort, but I can guarantee privacy. You'll be settling into the officer quarters, which are pretty spartan but nicer than sleeping on cave rock."

Dak puts a hand to his forehead and glares at Wraith. "If you've got something to say, say it!"

Wraith throws up a hand to convey his frustration and turns his back to Dak, tending to his bleeding nose.

Dak stares at him, then looks quizzically at Ker'Raos. "What the hell is his problem?!"

"I... I don't think he can talk," Ker'Raos suggests. "Remember where the knife hit him?"

"...Oh. Uh. Huh."

"So... I suppose the question is now..." Ker'Raos continues. "Do we help him somehow?"

(So... it has been two months since we posted in here. Are we still doing this thing, Josh? Or will the story of Dak and Wraith remain untold?!)

I may have to put this game on hold, since it really does require Dak to move on...

Okay, I want to push on with this and see where it takes us, mostly out of boredom. Maybe if I get to posting, so will Dak. Or not. We'll see.

First thing's first, Wraith will go tend to his bleeding nose in whatever serves as a hospital in this terrorist cave hidey-hole. If he can find something to write on, he'll scrawl out in Basic what is wrong with his vocal chords and show it to a field doctor and see if they have a voice box to synthesize his voice so that he can operate socially.

Then, he'll go make sure that Gremon is securely held.

Originally posted by Captain REX
"So... I suppose the question is now..." Ker'Raos continues. "Do we help him somehow?"

He looks at Pade. "What do you think of our... Great Leader, Pade?"