It's Difficult To Remember...

[Laz]

The talks were long and drawn out. Aaron constantly requested more information and Leere skirted around most topics to the best of his ability, giving the least amount of information possible. Among his existing requests Leere emphasised he wanted to make sure his precious little ship was taken care of. That same little wraith had been with him for years and years now, and while some people might serious issues with being stuck in one place for months on end, Leere was glad it was there of all places. The Wraith had seen him through thick and thin, to say the least.

Before long, the talks became concluded. Aaron had asked all the intrusive questions he wanted and was, for the most part, satisfied with Leere's answers. Despite the cooperation between them, there was a weird feeling in there air. For some unknown reason, there was a small lack of trust between them, something time would have to amend. After all the questions and Aaron was clearing things up from the palate of food, Leere came out with one last question.

"So. Where do we start?" He blinked twice, and an almost awkwardly long silence followed. "For the time being, I'll see how I can get you setup somewhere. Aaron paused for effect. "It won't be glamorous. After I've got all that sorted and you're... taken care of we'll see about putting you to work. For now, go back to your ship, check the coordinates I gave you and head there. It wont be much, but you'll have a place to stay while you help me, somewhere isolated as well, as you requested."

The plan was easy and simple to follow. In simple terms, Leere was going to have to work of this debt, and it was going to take a while. After concluding everything, Leere gave a short bow and thanked his friend dearly. The moment Leere had left view of the building, he yelled to himself, congratulated himself. He'd done something. Moved on. Made Progress.

His excitement and enjoyment was to be short lived. Once back at the pilots seat of his signature wraith, he went to start up the ship and put the coordinates in - but the silence continued. The ship after being left in a powered on state and literally running on fumes for weeks, had finally succumb to the strain it had been put under. It seemed like the cloak's drain had finally caught up and taken it's toll on the ship. This was not good.

The only chance he had to get this thing repaired was talk to someone who helped create it. His only thought was Keller, and she was hardly going to be easy to track down - even more so given his situation. For the time being, Leere had to skulk back into Aaron. This was going to be even more difficult and Leere's mood had been incredibly drained.

Leere stepped through the door. The look on his face by comparison was abysmal. "My.. my ship. I need help." Leere was once again lost for words. "It's been through a lot, but it seems like it's packed in for now. I know what the cause is, but I need to contact someone for help, someone that would be very hard to track down. What can I do?" Overall he sounded lost, even more so than before.

"That's not good. For now, there is little you can do. Best option you have is using the ship that girl left behind, the one you arranged for last time. 'Spicerunner' I think I named it? It's in a hanger not far from here, and it's the best you're going to get. I am not paying for anything more, on top of what I'm already doing for you." Aaron rather emotionlessly flung some keys from behind the counter at Leere and pointed at the door.

With that, a sad face, and no more words, Leere left. He'll have to pick up his ship another day, when he can properly repair it.

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