[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Chambers

[fighting_mad]

Two hours after the group of snubfighters first touched down on Eiattu, the door to the royal apartments opens and a princess slips through. They have been two productive hours; the X-wings and Headhunters are all under the care of the mechanics, the Rogues who need medical attention are being looked after, her pilots have been spoken to and sent home, and the Rogues (quiet, all quiet) are settled into several sets of palace chambers for the night.

She's not looking particularly regal at the moment; she's wearing heavy boots, an orange flightsuit with the sleeves tied around her waist, and a white undershirt, and she has helmet hair to the extreme. Really, though, Plourr just doesn't care.

She dumps the duffel bag and helmet beside the door. Thud. Thud.

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[eiattu_pride]

"You're welcome."

Gazing at her quietly, half leans down, watching, ready to pull back if she desires.

So close.

[fighting_mad]

So close--

And whatever the fuck she is feeling sends a jolt of pure terror right through her. She slams down on it, turns her face to the side.



"I'm going back with them."

[eiattu_pride]

He draws back, tries not to look disappointed.

"Oh."

And there's a lot he wants to say, but doesn't.

[fighting_mad]

She can't handle that look on his face. But what she hates even more is that it bothers her.

She looks away, rubbing at her raw eyes again. "They're down to seven pilots now; they desperately need the help just to get the--" replacements and oh but she clenches her jaw at that word, "incoming rookies trained." It's only temporary, she's trying to say.

[eiattu_pride]

"Yeah. I understand."

Flatly, and he moves away, through the door and picks up a datapad from the table.

"I'd better get back to work."

[fighting_mad]

He doesn't understand; she can tell.

They need me. They need me and you don't here, because I'm a goddamn terrible excuse for a leader and we all know it; Eiattu is so much better off without me here to kriff everything up; with you . In your hands.

I'm sorry.


Plourr nods numbly--"Right"--and then he's gone back into the other room. She passes through a few minutes later, on her way to her chambers, and she almost says something, comes so close--

She closes the bedroom door softly without another word.