Sport

Kiruss stood there with his hair still slightly damp from only being out of the pod long enough to dress and make his way to one of the few rooms still operating aboard Pas La Fin, he was fidgeting impatiently, the small team of technicians working in-front of him.

A blonde haired Achura woman shot him a look of question, "We can have the report sent to your quarters when it is ready, Monsieur Dasun, no need for you to stand around here all day" she cooed as if trying to appease an impatient child.

He stopped his fidgeting, peering at her, opening his mouth as if about to reprimand her for speaking so down to him. Him, a capsuleer, a man greater than she would ever be. He could do what he wanted and he would continue having the means to do so as long as he owned this tower.

A few seconds passed as he tried to find the select words that he felt would have the best affect at bringing her down a peg or two when he realized exactly what he was doing.

She blinked a few times, apparently the look on his face giving way to his thoughts, standing and giving a small bow.

"My apologies Monsieur Dasun," she quickly and quietly said, sitting back down and keeping her eyes on her terminal.

"No," he began, using his fingers to massage at his temples, "I shall wait in my quarters, you are right."

He quickly turned and walked out of the small room, missing the moments after as the other technicians in the room shot glances at the Achuran woman disdainfully. On his way back to his quarters he really realized to himself how much he needed to get out of this wormhole, he was becoming short and bitter with the remaining staff on the tower and today he had reveled in the opportunity to dispatch several other capsuleers who had stumbled and trapped themselves in the home system.

As the confirmation that many of them had self-destructed their pods to avoid being dispatched by the fleet and that they would return back to home system, in that moment then, he had been filled with a sense of not pity, compassion, or mercy for those that remained. But a sense of sport and regret that they had not allowed the fleet to chase after them. It would have been something to pass the time, the days, until he could have what he wanted again.

Kiruss slumped against the wall of the control tower's hall, he slid down and sat there, disgust for himself plain on his face. Thankful though at least that no staff would likely come down this hallway, to see him like this, as many of the rooms no longer served a purpose. But just then a blonde woman knelt down beside him, a datapad in her hand that displayed a report Kiruss could not see through eyes blurred, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Monsieur Dasun?"



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