Contemplation (Part 3)

M. A. Jordan (Jade Rhade)

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One shot is a quick,

Swift path to redemption.

One way or another.

'Lacarsse Verses' by M. A. Jordan

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Telemachus opened his eyes to see Beka's pistol pointed at him, still smoking. She had shot his gun out of his hand.

A sudden trembling assaulted him as he realized what he had been about to do.

Beka holstered her gun and approached him. "Telemachus Rhade, out of Majorum by Rhade, what were you thinking?" She was immediately sorry for her harsh tone when she realized how shaken he truly was.

She had used his full name. His Pride and his lineage. He stood there, still trembling, dropping the remains of his pistol to the deck with a clang.

Beka put her arm around his shoulders. Slowly, she guided him out of the Obs Deck; the door hissing shut behind them.

The smoking pistol lay abandoned on the floor.

He was not forgotten.

The End

A/N: yes, I know I said not 'til Monday, but I'm feelin generous. Thanx for the reviews, and Happy Easter, y'all from the Jade Rhade!