[ not that kind of sith ]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –

. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]

I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.

I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .

[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.

In the most deadpan of voices. ]

Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.

Comments

[revengeofthemordsith]

Yes.

[ Her tone is flat. ]

I was taken and trained. We're meant to serve, not to . . . think for ourselves.

[ Here, her voice changes. It's slightly more impassioned, but still level. ]

[kickingand]

[ Soldiers. Boy, if that doesn't sound familiar.... ]

Well hey, welcome to your own personal chance at free will.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I'm not sure I'm fond of that either.

[ Cara works best with a leader - with a mission. ]

[kickingand]

I've heard that one before.

[revengeofthemordsith]

If I was more ordinary, it would not be an issue. But I need more in my life than . . . existing.

[kickingand]

You and me both. And this place? Sort of lacks the whole... something else.

[revengeofthemordsith]

How can anyone live this way?

[ Cara knows people can but she can't. ]

[kickingand]

Because it's how most people live.

[revengeofthemordsith]

And how do you live?

[kickingand]

[ With the questions!!! ]

Back home? Day to day. Never know if you're gonna get to wake up in the morning in a war zone.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She's blunt and has no tact filter. ]

That was our way. Richard had to "save" the world. And I had to follow.

[kickingand]

Someone's gotta do it.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I would prefer it if it wasn't him.

[ If Richard died . . . where would Cara go? What could she be? Nothing. She would have no purpose. ]

[kickingand]

[ You sound so much like Cas it might be getting to him a little. ]

A little bit attached?

[revengeofthemordsith]

I'm not attached.

[ Denial is strong here. ]

I would simply find my job easier if he wasn't saving helpless villagers and children every time we went somewhere.

[kickingand]

[ Sure you're not, bro. ]

Always makes life easier if you ignore the little guys, but i'm pretty sure they're the reason to keep fighting. For the people who do survive.

[revengeofthemordsith]

They're not my reason. I keep Richard and his . . . group alive. They help people, I make sure they survive.

[ Family. She knows that word, but she's still reluctant to voice it. ]

[kickingand]

So you're their safety net.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I am theirs. That's all.

[kickingand]

I'm sure they appreciate it.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Her expression flickers - the slightest doubt - before it leaves and her eyes are unwavering. ]

They do. I know it.

[kickingand]

Believe me, i've been to war long enough that if you don't appreciate your backup, you've got another thing comin'.

[revengeofthemordsith]

What are you fighting against? We fight the Keeper and his banelings. Along with the usual bandit and menace.

[kickingand]

[ You don't seem to understand how badly Dean..... both wants to talk about this and yet not at all. Especially with Cas not here now, combined with just how distanced he still is from Sam - it makes for a combination of Dean wanting an outlet yet wanting to refrain from one at the exact same time.

So just- give him a minute to broach the subject. He's trying. Ish. ]

Do I even want to know what banelings are?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Undead creatures of the Keeper. Those who die and take his deal become Banelings. They need to kill one person a day to survive.

[ She bites it off, angry. She had been a Baneling once. She hadn't forgotten. ]