REBEL CONTACT

[interstellarnpcs]

SHEP

GOLD

SILVER

Comments

[interstellarebels]

Yeah.

[That hangs in the air for a while, Silver apparently having accepted that tense silence is how it's going to be.]

I can get you one.

[eba02]

Good. That'd be hard to explain otherwise.

[He lets the conversation lapse again for a few moments, taking in the music of the city.]

So. Now what?

[interstellarebels]

You go back to your home base and make some decisions, I guess.

[eba02]

Already made 'em.

[It takes saying it aloud to make it real, but...yeah, he's already decided what he's doing.]

Nobody without music sense or music magic is gonna be able to tell what Gold did. Now that you're on to 'em, they're probably not gonna go after me again. And...well, we got rough odds already. The last thing I wanna do is make 'em worse.

I can't promise it'll never come up, but I'm not gonna start a witch hunt either.

[interstellarebels]

[There's a long moment of pause, as if Silver is processing that. When they eventually speak, it is genuine.]

Right.

...

Thanks.

[eba02]

[He's still not sure it's the right decision. Hell, he's not sure there is a right decision here - but it's not like he gets the choice to abstain.]

...yeah.

[He has a lot of thinking to do, and while he can't start it here, he does let that lull stretch on a little longer.]

I guess I can't call you- when an' where do I meet you to get the new communicator?

[interstellarebels]

Nah. Got one on my bike.

[They get up without another word and wearily trudge outside to get a communicator. What a day.]

[eba02]

[He gets to his feet and waits for Silver to come back. What a day, indeed.]