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Moya and her wayward inhabitants (both permanent and temporary) were reunited, stories were exchanged, and then the party was split once more.
“You’re coming with us,” Chiana told Stark, leaning against his doorway.
“Last time I came with you we ended up in a cell,” Stark countered. “No. Thank you.”
“Rygel’s doing something with myths and legends. He says you’re his only mystical option so you gotta come.”
“Rygel isn’t in charge of me.”
“Nobody is,” Chiana acknowledged. “But he said to say please so you know it’s serious.”
“Not serious enough to ask me politely himself.”
“He’s a Dominar,” Chiana said with an exaggerated eyeroll. “He’s got people to be polite for him. Hey. You almost smiled.”
“No,” Stark said with a small shake of his head. “I didn’t.” He had. Almost.
“Whatever you say. Come on, it’s that or I leave Noranti to watch you.”
“I don’t need to be watched.”
“You do,” Chiana said gently. “We’re all worried about you. You want Granny following you around or you wanna come with us? You can take whatever revenge you want if we end up locked up again but we’ve got the PK ship and more backup this time.”
Stark sighed then finally nodded. “Fine.” He'd much rather have Chiana giving him worried looks than have the old woman following him around the ship offering various "remedies."
( On the planet's surface )
[NFB for distance. The saddest alien does have his phone back for the moment though, now that he’s back on Moya. Adapted from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Hynerian Rhapsody.”]
“You’re coming with us,” Chiana told Stark, leaning against his doorway.
“Last time I came with you we ended up in a cell,” Stark countered. “No. Thank you.”
“Rygel’s doing something with myths and legends. He says you’re his only mystical option so you gotta come.”
“Rygel isn’t in charge of me.”
“Nobody is,” Chiana acknowledged. “But he said to say please so you know it’s serious.”
“Not serious enough to ask me politely himself.”
“He’s a Dominar,” Chiana said with an exaggerated eyeroll. “He’s got people to be polite for him. Hey. You almost smiled.”
“No,” Stark said with a small shake of his head. “I didn’t.” He had. Almost.
“Whatever you say. Come on, it’s that or I leave Noranti to watch you.”
“I don’t need to be watched.”
“You do,” Chiana said gently. “We’re all worried about you. You want Granny following you around or you wanna come with us? You can take whatever revenge you want if we end up locked up again but we’ve got the PK ship and more backup this time.”
Stark sighed then finally nodded. “Fine.” He'd much rather have Chiana giving him worried looks than have the old woman following him around the ship offering various "remedies."
( On the planet's surface )
[NFB for distance. The saddest alien does have his phone back for the moment though, now that he’s back on Moya. Adapted from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Hynerian Rhapsody.”]