Plan B - A Risk Worth Taking

[Ryummel]

Shades of red and orange covered the plaza, turning it into a creepy place under the eyes of a foreigner, as Corsairs were more than used to have the corpses of slayed pilots exposed. Jack scratched his ever-scruffy beard continuously as he stared at the putrid body of the former Mandalorian, Holloway.

He walked closer and climbled onto the scaffold once the Corsairs present had begun to leave. The eye sockets were completely ripped apart, the jaw had dropped and the tongue cut off, together with the stench of death that surrounded the plaza. Not only because of Holloway's corpse, but also from the past macabre expositions that had taken place there. "You reap what you sow, hermano." Jack mumbled as looking around himself, rather than at the body.

He glanced back at the corpse, barely holding itself anymore from the pole it was tied to many weeks ago. Feeling daring enough, the tip of his index finger met the decaying flesh around the corpse's chin, immediately after starting to melt. "Uh!?" Jack stepped back in a swift move as he observed horrified how the corpse quickly fell apart into a pile of rotten flesh, feeling completely shocked.

"¿Qué carajo?" A loud voice broke Jack's trance, shaking his head and turning his back at the organic matter becoming dust. The remaining people in the plaza began gathering around Jack, pointing fingers and mumbling comments to each other, few denoting surprise and others, panic. "Where's the corpse, gringo!?" Jack could reach to understand. "Es él? Eh, ESTEBAN!"

Perhaps feeling even more surprised than the Corsairs, Jack climbed down the stage, having the small group of people stepping aside from his way. "I don't get this, why the hell...?" He shot back at them, uncomfortable as they kept following him when he exited the plaza at fast pace, decided to head to the spaceport where his Titan would be waiting. He eventually managed to dodge the crowd across the sinuous backstreets, making his way to fly out of Crete easier. It was only matter of time before Corsairs began making questions in the fashion they did toward the foreigners, something that Jack was definitely unwilling to face.

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"You're a better fake Sair than me, so if it comes to talking our way out of Gamma, you take the lead. From there, we'll head to a friendly base a couple of systems away." Aerelm whispered to him. Jack had made his way into Tripoli hangar with ease, surely having to thank Silver for the measures taken. "The faster, the better." He only replied before climbing back into the Titan's cockpit.

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