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Rathal
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posted 01-08-2003 11:55 PM
Rathal sighed as he leaned back into the pilot's seat of the castaway. Finn was really dead. He felt guilty somehow. Which was odd because he was quite used to death, he new he had failed and he was sad about that but there was somthing beyond that, he felt responsible. It had been his idea to go hadn't it, it certianly seemed like it had, and if it hadn't he had been eager enough. Jonovar sighed again, he was lucky there was no liquor on board the ship or he would be sprawled out on the floor in a pool of his own vomit. Rathal closed his eyes and massaged his temples it was no use dwelling on the past. What he needed to do now is get whatever it was they had planted on him off. He knew of a couple of people who would do that, for a price. It was not somthing he could afford however, but it was easily within the financial reach of his empoyer. If he still had a job. Well, he had to return the Castaway anyway so he might as well give Aaron a call. He picked up the com and pluged in Barnes's personal frequency. "Please ansewer," he muttered under his breath. |