Re: ITTB: Episode 1: Some Days
“No Doctor,” Isa said mournfully, god how she wished she didn’t have to do this, but it was her responsibility, a duty placed on her by Bushido, “It has to be by the sword. Please, This man lived a life of dishonour, I have to let him regain what little honour he can…” She drew her claymore and knelt down to get a better angle, “I’m sorry you have to see this Doctor.” She raised the blade…
“Th-thank you Major,” Gentry stammered before the blade came down. There was a sickening wet sound and a solid *thunk* as the blade struck the heavy wooden floor.
Isa felt her angler subside, at least on the surface. Her shoulders slouched as though all the tension had left her. She whispered, “I always hated you, everything about you. That was why I treated you so badly during the war. I pushed you hard because I thought you could never be better than you were. Here at the end, you proved me wrong, and now I wonder, if I hadn’t treated you like that, if you might have been a better man. I’m sorry.” She collected the nav log he had been carrying and stuffed it into her coat do deal with later.
She fell silent for a moment, closing her eyes. Then she stood. She covered Gentry’s body with the tablecloth from the knocked over table then cleaned her blade with some napkins. Then turned to the bartender who had been silently watching the whole proceedings, “You, get the town undertaker and the Sheriff.”
The bartender looked unsure, “Undertaker won’t be trouble, but the law man got shot down a week past, haven’t got a new one yet.”
“Damn it all,” Isa cursed. Slavers on Haven and no Sheriff at hand to take charge. She was eager to leave behind Gentry and all the memories that came with him and she still didn’t have a pilot. Her being a retired alliance major made her the closest thing to a Sheriff or marshal nearby. “Alright then, get the undertaker, and tell the town folk to stay inside, it’s getting dark and I don’t want anyone getting snatched in the night. Then get all the fighting men and women together. Slaver’s won’t stay with an angry mob in town.”
She strode to the back room and opened the door, “Here’s how it is. Slaver’s shot Gentry, their probably still in town. They won’t risk snatching anyone in a group but anybody alone…” She looked at Lyndis, “You said you have a sister who’s a pilot? We need to go find her, and if she’s alone I don’t like where that may put the situation. Cindy, you stay in this room and lock the door until the bartender comes and lets you know it’s alright. Duke,” she turned to look the man square in the eyes, not an easy thing considering her height, “Do you know where a smuggler ship would land near here?”
