prinCZess
Warrior, Writer, Performer, Perv
And makes a 'Prentice free in spight of his Indentures.
-The Power (or Dominion) of the Sword, ballad from the English Civil War
-The Power (or Dominion) of the Sword, ballad from the English Civil War
I swallow and hesitate before the door. There’s still time to back off! If I about-face and walk away, it’d be like nothing happened and I can get on with the original plan of bouncing off to the next world, turning everyone in there, and then making my way to the other side of the Inner Sphere to meet-up with my sister. One family screwed with really isn’t that bad in comparison to the massive good I could do later if I can just survive!
My stomach twists. My knees shake. My courage, if the combination of shame and horror that had brought me here after Sarah had explained the situation even deserves to be called that, fails. I make an about-face and start to move away from the door into Arthur’s quarters, happy that I’d at least had the presence of mind to send Sarah down to mollify the boy’s parents so there’s nobody present to witness the retreat—no, the reconsideration! It’s not my job, and it’s Arthur’s and Baron Tsanma’s fault, not mine! I only have the power and capacity to look out for myself right now. Arthur will be on the swinging end of justice’s rope soon enough—and I’d be the one who puts him there, so it was alright!
I’ll be the one who put him there…for the money. For how much it benefits me. Because stopping evil was only worthwhile when I could safely benefit from it. I could keep walking, and soon enough it wouldn’t bother me.
I stop, twist around, and almost sprint back to the door and slam my hand onto the entry-button when I get there.
Dear God, don’t let me be too late!
“The hell do you wa—“ Arthur begins, standing up and turning towards me from his spot kneeling over a kid he has strapped into his bunk.
I mentally ignore that entire block of my vision and the bone-deep disgust it inspires as best I can, instead tearing my eyes across more important things in the cabin. Arthur’s still dressed, but his belt is off. The scabbard that holds his sword is on the other end of the room from him, lying over a fold-down seat outside of easy reach even if he made a run for it. His actual belt, and a holster that’s attached, is closer. It’s maybe three or four steps from him, lying atop a table that folds-out from the bulkhead he’s closest to.
Maybe I can still talk this down. If I’d been thinking, I’d have drawn my sword and my pistol before coming through the door. But I’d been…distracted. By cowardice. Or it could have been pragmatism!
“I thought we had an understanding, Arthur. Your habits come after your hard work. There’s a lot of work yet to be done, and you don’t look like you’re hard at work.” I say.
Actually the bastard probably is hard…Nope. Don’t want to think about that. Ick.
Arthur doesn’t react, staring at me silently as if I’m some apparition from beyond the grave. My heart is pounding in my ears, slamming against my chest hard enough that he can probably hear it. What’s he going to do? I’m waiting for him to so much as look for his own holster, but if I draw either of my own weapons he’ll undoubtedly make a break for it and then everything I’ve grit my teeth and born so far will have been for nothing.
But what am I supposed to do? Just let him get away with it? Like I’ve let Gastocoui and Lord Bar-Dyness and Baron Tsanma and everyone else!? I just let them get away with everything they like because stopping them would be too dangerous for me? Because it wouldn’t be profitable enough?
I shudder the same way I had in the dropship’s loading-bay earlier. Why am I even hesitating? It’d be fun to kill him and with this I have the perfect excuse!
No. Not excuse. That made it sound bad. Made me sound bad. It’d be justice! That made it much better! Phrasing it like that made me sound much better!
I don’t know who moves first. One moment, we’re staring each other down. The next, he’s twitched into motion and I’m drawing my pistol in response. But he doesn’t go for either of his weapons, instead charging in straight towards me and bowling into me at a half-run while my pistol has just started to clear the holster.
Next guy I kill? I’m doing it from the safety of my Banshee’s cockpit. And I’m shooting before he has the chance to do anything to me. This is bullshit.