Star Nomad Cast (starnomadnpc) wrote in starnomad, @ 2016-03-28 20:46:00 |
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Rogan learns something about Lyric Who: Rogan Ardellian, and a Duros refugee. When: 62.08 Where: New Coral City, Dac (Mon Calamari) What: Rogan's next shoreleave. Rating: Low Status: COMPLETE. |
Upon re-entering atmosphere around Mon Calamari Rogan had decided against going to Lyric's directly. After the last time they had met and everything that had happened with Elix, he rather thought it might be smarter if he went to find Lyric at the Refugee center instead - figure out if Lyric wanted him to come over, but have the conversation in person because he might be able to figure out something better in person than he would be able to figure out over the comms. The weather was nice, for once. Not so warm that the humidity was unbearable, but warm enough that Rogan didn't regret having traded his typical jacket in for a vest and shirt sleeves. As he reached the refugee center he glanced around. The village - it was the easiest way to describe it - was larger than he had anticipated, and he realized quickly that he would have to ask. The first person that he ran into who looked as if she were official, was a Duro woman who looked at him with intent eyes when he spoke. "What you need?" She spoke basic, albeit a little a roughly, which made him feel as if he were taking her time up when he shouldn't. "I'm just looking for a man named Lyric, human, tall, dark hair," that's really perfect - his mind helpfully and pointlessly filled in. "I know he works here, and I've been trying to track him down." "You a friend of his?" The woman straightened up and looked him up and down. "Yeah, I'm a friend. I've got his commlink and I suppose I could just call, but I thought if he was here I'd check-in with him while I was down here." She considered this. Rogan waited wondering whether she was just trying to suss out whether or not he was telling the truth although what she might think the lie would be Rogan couldn't say. He figured most people who came to see Lyric were either friends, or possibly were people looking for help here at the center and he would have simply said if he were the latter. "You're military," she bobbed her head up and down. "Yeah, I'm with the squadron," Rogan filled in. He didn't know if that would make his case better or worse, but apparently it made it better. "He ain't here," she shook her head, but stepped up to stand shoulder to shoulder with him as she stuck her head out the door. "You see down there? About a block or so down? There's a cafe there, serves pretty cheap seafood and bottomless caf for a credit. He goes down there sometimes although I can't quite figure why. He'd say it's just for an afternoon caf, but I think it only happens when he gets sad about the Solo kid." Rogan blinked, his eyes staying straight ahead on the sign that he could almost see off the edge of the building. The woman said 'the Solo kid' as if Rogan ought to know who she was talking about, which really only could mean one Solo kid. It was no big secret that Jacen Solo had been lost on a Jedi mission to Coruscant. He and his brother had been on it - along with some scientists and intelligence from the Republic. "Those two," the woman continued, shaking her head. "Ain't never seen two that way." "Lyric loved Jacen Solo," Rogan said his words just barely registering aloud but suddenly everything made sense. How sad Lyric had seemed on Borleias - lonely, but even more than that almost empty. Rogan had thought perhaps it was just the turn the war had taken. After all it had been dark in the days leading up to Borleias, but no, it hadn't been just Coruscant's fall, or the loss of refugees or ships - it had been the loss of Jacen Solo who he would have lost not many weeks before, if it had been a week before. "Engaged," The Duro tutted. "Everyone lost someone in this war. Even the top. Think you'll find him there though. Where he is when he isn't here and not at home." "Thank you," Rogan said softly. "I appreciate it." "You put your life on line. Least I can do." He offered her a smile and he turned away from the refugee camp walking two doors down before he stopped, put his hands on his hips, and pushed hair out of his lungs through his lips in a woosh. Everything made more sense now and it left Rogan feeling a little empty himself. Guilty, perhaps because he wouldn't have even opened the idea of the physical if he'd realized that Lyric had lost his fiance so soon previously. Then again, he thought back to that night as best as he could, Lyric hadn't pushed away. As best Rogan could remember, Lyric had been completely willing - but still - he likely had been vulnerable and Rogan had inadvertently taken advantage. It explained more thoroughly everything that had happened with Elix before as well. But this was more than guilt, it was the realisation that Rogan hoped he'd made things better for Lyric, hoped that maybe he could, and it was this realisation that stopped him in his tracks, his hands on his hips, and him turning around and walking the other direction back towards the military barracks and the numerous cantina's that had cropped up around them. He couldn't go and face Lyric and pretend he didn't know - not right now. He couldn't go and face Lyric and try to tell him that he hadn't known. Right now Rogan didn't even know what to begin with - and that was a problem that only a glass of ale and some thought was likely to begin to fix. |