Steps are heard along the corridor of Bailas holding cell, and suddenly he guards start moving some paces away. The little light that shines through the cell door is darkened out by new shape.
Baila. Wake up...and listen. This might be our farewell....it is Trueno here, from the Benitez family, remember?
*he breathes deeply*
I heard what you did...mingeling with the enemy, the ones without honor or principle..the ones who only love the pesetos. How could you? You disgrace yourself and your family! What did your pero say to this mess?
*he shakes his head and his voice saddens*
Do you know where i come from? I come from Crete's spaceport, it is initiation night today...our younglings will fly unprotected into the Maldava to show their bravery and honor the empire. Do you remember yours? Do you know what i have seen today? Young soon to be senoritas pained mustachios on their Legionaires...and why? Because they were inspired by your bravery...your honor- they counted on you!
He grasps the cell door
They counted on you...and you spit in their face, you lost your honor and this saddens me. If this story gets out more corsiars will die...so if you have any littlesmall crumb of honor left- plead o your captors to send you to Yaren base and go down fighting the Nomads or the Core. This is the only way out for you if you ask me...all other paths lead to more dead and desillusioned younglings.
He steps away from the cell, but before leaving he takes a heart and turns once again to the imprisoned Baila
I always liked fighting by your side guapa, i guess now you desillusioned me, too. Hast la vista...and think on my words...
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