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Part 11 (!) of the Lost Kings is up. Called Pathfinder, it’s gonna be a two-parter, but it ends on a cliffhanger for now. I don’t feel as badly about that as I could, because of extenuating circumstances.
Parts of this I have been trying to write for over a year now. Other parts of it are pretty new and were composed while in the yurt so IDK if that’s cool. (Some parts of it were composed last year in the yurt, though all those drafts have since been discarded.)
It’s when the events of Rogue One catch up to the timeline, and the beginning of A New Hope, so we’ve officially moved over into those categories, if that gives you any idea of what’s going on.
Everyone was staring at Kes. He could feel that his face had gone hot. “I had to,” he said. “They had a walker, if they knew we were there they would have annihilated us.”
“Why are you defensive about this?” the trainer asked. “That’s awesome .”
“We’re not savages,” Kes said. “We don’t brag about killing sentients.”
“Stormtroopers aren’t sentients,” Halco scoffed.
Kes turned slowly to look at him, feeling like everything slowed down. Words bubbled up in his mind and pressed against the back of his throat but none formed into sentences, so he just stared at Halco for a long moment. No one spoke, and finally the pressure in Kes’s chest subsided enough for him to say, very calmly, “That’s not true, and talk like that isn’t useful.”
“I wouldn’t fuck with him,” the trainer said.
“Are you defending them?” Halco asked, bristling. He had an annoying habit of wanting to “win” conversations, and Kes had never bothered standing up to him before.
“Lying to yourself isn’t bravery,” Kes said, too upset to back down just to make peace. “Pretending that killing a man is somehow different when he’s in armor isn’t going to help anyone.”
Part 11 (!) of the Lost Kings is up. Called Pathfinder, it’s gonna be a two-parter, but it ends on a cliffhanger for now. I don’t feel as badly about that as I could, because of extenuating circumstances.
Parts of this I have been trying to write for over a year now. Other parts of it are pretty new and were composed while in the yurt so IDK if that’s cool. (Some parts of it were composed last year in the yurt, though all those drafts have since been discarded.)
It’s when the events of Rogue One catch up to the timeline, and the beginning of A New Hope, so we’ve officially moved over into those categories, if that gives you any idea of what’s going on.
Everyone was staring at Kes. He could feel that his face had gone hot. “I had to,” he said. “They had a walker, if they knew we were there they would have annihilated us.”
“Why are you defensive about this?” the trainer asked. “That’s awesome .”
“We’re not savages,” Kes said. “We don’t brag about killing sentients.”
“Stormtroopers aren’t sentients,” Halco scoffed.
Kes turned slowly to look at him, feeling like everything slowed down. Words bubbled up in his mind and pressed against the back of his throat but none formed into sentences, so he just stared at Halco for a long moment. No one spoke, and finally the pressure in Kes’s chest subsided enough for him to say, very calmly, “That’s not true, and talk like that isn’t useful.”
“I wouldn’t fuck with him,” the trainer said.
“Are you defending them?” Halco asked, bristling. He had an annoying habit of wanting to “win” conversations, and Kes had never bothered standing up to him before.
“Lying to yourself isn’t bravery,” Kes said, too upset to back down just to make peace. “Pretending that killing a man is somehow different when he’s in armor isn’t going to help anyone.”
