Re: Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
Shard can almost feel the confidence oozing off Haarmon, now. Keep it together, she silently urges him. Don't get ahead of yourself. It's working right now, so let's not trip over anything by running too fast. Part of her chides herself for the horribly mixed analogy. But another part of her whispers remonstrations for a different reason.
It IS working; she should hang on to some of that confidence herself, and let him continue.
So the older woman does, despite a slight tremor in her hands and the incessant demands of body and mind for high-octane fuel. Keep it together yourself, Shard, she reminds herself. The stress hasn't been this high since they were pulling the wool over the eyes of an entire Imperial base, while impersonating an elite Imperial headhunter. And then? Then, Shard herself had been too busy trying to keep to character to worry.
Now, she's not in the lead and the tension is agonizing; she fears not for what her friends might do, but for their pain - both physical and spiritual - if one of them trips up.
And ahead? Too many troopers to easily count, but it doesn't matter - if they've made it this far, they're home-free in this area, assuming Nimadda herself doesn't jog in right now (or send another group - their time here is limited). They've gotten past the gates, so they're now Part Of Security. So to speak.
She moves through the area with the others, doing her best to act nervous (not difficult), occasionally snapping something to Juragga, and pausing at any potential environmental readout screens she sees on the way. "Hope nobody left anything in their quarters," the woman mutters, loudly enough for the group around her to hear. "Could get the abandon ship call." Not something anyone would want to hear - rebels or imperials alike - but it's best to put the idea in people's heads...for future planning.
"This prisoner, he in shape to walk?" she inquires of one of the troopers they had picked up (she thinks - Shard considers using a marker to draw something on Rhijans' and Jalt's armors...possibly a happy face on the former). "Or do we need my muscles to carry him?"
That said with a jerk of the thumb toward Juragga.