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Absolute Bullshaffit; {{Tag O'zen}}
Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:30 PM (314 Views)
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Small and crippled as he was, even T'ech could be an intimidating bastard when he was in a mood. Today was one of those rare occasions. A storm seemed to follow the bronzerider wherever he went, a perpetual cloud over his head and the perceived distant crack of thunder whenever he made eye contact with anyone unfortunate enough to catch his attention on this black day.

Tytoth was equally sulky, and he kept to his ledge, curled around a complacent Naelayth as his rider finally grew sick of the sound of his own breathing and the soft snores of his weyrmate and stalked out of the room. J'ean was wonderful and understanding when he was awake, but he'd monopolized enough of the greenrider's time. Jim was a saint for putting up with his foul attitude the last few days; T'ech doubted he'd be too aggrieved to wake up and find his weyrmate gone for a few hours.

He needed the company of someone who would understand his frustration. Jim claimed he did, but T'ech's frequent rantings about what he wished they could do to Warryn fell on rather deaf ears. His weyrmate was a pacifist, a gentle soul. T'ech had thought he was once. That had been before Rubikon and its Rogue Lord Holder.

He wore bitterness like a cloak now, it suited him from his dark eye-patch right down to his almost comical limp. O'zen would understand. Surely he'd been less than pleased at the council's decision; he'd seen the hard look on the former Weyrleader's face at Rubikon. After dealing with Big Bay, the other bronzerider knew just as well as T'ech how much power a Lord Holder wielded. Even a shamed Warryn would be a force to be reckoned with at court. There was yet a chance that the bastard would talk his way out of this.

T'ech rapped sharply against the door, three times with the fist that held a precious bottle tight. "O'zen? Are you awake?"
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O'zen did not speak much after the council convened; he found he wasn't much in the mood for it. Nor did he go to the dining hall for drinks, as he usually preferred. After the room emptied out, he drifted back toward his room, and shut himself in for the remainder of the night.

Better that no one spoke with him. Doubtless he would have made for a poor conversational partner.

With but a single glance at his rider as he entered, Lenth determined the only thing required from him was silence, and lowered his head back to his stone couch. He looked as if he meant to fall asleep, but his eyes remained open in slits, trained on O'zen as he settled down behind his desk and began rifling through the organized mess he had there.

Lenth's eyes closed, after a time. O'zen would say something if he needed him.

He didn't. Burying himself in charts and facts and figures he had gone over a thousand times, that he knew by heart, he read without seeing; maneuvers and statistics shifted, in his mind, to withheld tithes, bandits, and thieving, murderous lord holders...

Some time later, O'zen bolted upright in his seat at the knocking at his door. From his couch, Lenth stirred, then grumbled as he realized he had fallen asleep--deeply asleep.

"Yes." O'zen's voice came out as a croak, and he cleared his throat. "Come in." He stood, wincing as his spine cracked and his muscles creaked in protestation after so long in disuse. How long had he been sitting, reading, thinking? A while, certainly, he thought with a glance at Lenth, whose jaws were spread wide in a massive yawn.
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Slinking made him even shorter than usual. It also looked rather comical with his horrible limp, but T'ech managed to hobble ferociously into O'zen's weyr without feeling too foolish. It helped that the other bronzerider shared in his frustration and so he might be spared the short jokes just this once. He waved the bottle of whiskey under his friend's nose before stealing the spare chair for himself and sinking into it like he owned the damn thing. Life was too unfair for pleasantries this evening.

"I have this feeling of Deja Vu," he said at last, feeling his own gloom add to the oppressive atmosphere. "A Lord Holder slights us and gets to walk away with a smirk on his face. We all move on and pretend it didn't happen."

A cold rush of air washed over him and a golden fire lizard suddenly appeared over his head, dropping to his shoulder. T'ech's furious scowl faltered. Samus had been conspicuously absent since he'd spoken with the captured bandit; he'd wondered if the little queen would ever come back. But now, when he needed comfort the most, the gold returned and pressed herself against his cheek, humming soothingly. He stroked her folded wings and took a long moment to compose himself.

"It's not just Warryn that has me upset," he admitted at last. "There were a lot innocent holdless women and children we could have helped. Instead we sent them to a court to be condemned while that smug fardler probably gets off with a slap on the wrist. I don't have much faith in the Council to condemn one of their own."

At least Terema would see little mercy. A wher-handling holdless with a track record of kidnap and murder would not fare well; she'd be Warryn's scapegoat for sure. He wished her only the worst.
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T'ech was indeed a comical sight, but O'zen did not laugh, nor even crack a smile, no matter how pronounced the hobble; tonight, all it was was a reminder of what his friend had suffered, and the man who was responsible for it. He raised his brows at the whiskey, catching a sharp whiff before T'ech's trajectory carried him and the bottle down and away. T'ech sat, but O'zen could still feel his blood resuming regular circulation after sitting so long, and sought to speed the process by crossing to retrieve a couple glasses from his cabinet.

Hello, T'ech, Lenth said meekly, before withdrawing back into his corner. This still was not a conversation for him.

O'zen let T'ech talk without interruption. Presumably that was what the bronzerider was here for--to vent. He brought the glasses back to his desk and splashed a generous amount of T'ech's whiskey in both of them. Delicately, he set one glass in front of his friend.

O'zen flinched when Samus popped into view, but as his startlement passed, his own firelizard's absence became suddenly obvious. Perhaps Niklas knew as well as Lenth did, it was best to keep his distance for now.

"He's not going to walk away," O'zen said finally, leaning against his desk. "The Lords may be sympathetic to their own, but his crimes are too extreme for even them to ignore. And remember, they paid for his actions, too." He rubbed his fingers together to denote the only thing Lord Holders seemed to care for: money. "Warryn's bandits attacked their people, harmed their trade--and then there's the matter of Rubikon's poverty. The lords won't overlook that level of incompetence."

The Bitran took a sip of his whisky, savoring. "No, he'll get more than a slap on the wrist. I'm sure of it."

He was; he had to be, or else how could he possibly sleep at night?

"I... wish there was something that could be done for the innocent holdless, though," he said, rue creeping into his voice. "I just hope the lords are thorough in separating the guilty from the bystanders."
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"We made the most politically sound decision," T'ech admitted, practically spitting the last two words out. They tasted foul on his tongue.

As Weyrleader he'd made many decisions that he as a person had found repugnant. They'd been the right thing to do but felt wrong, so wrong and had chased him all the way into his dreams long after he'd given up the mantle of Weyrleader. He had no doubt O'zen kept a number of those sort of calls under his belt as well.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."

Samus tucked her head under his chin and crooned, trying to rattle away the deep discontent she felt radiating from her master. He took a sip of his whiskey instead of petting her, relishing the harsh tang on his tongue, the burn that snaked down his throat.

"He's one of them, make no mistake. He'll get off much easier than those holdless."

And there was the worst of it, O'zen shared his fears there at least. The women and children of holdless cast-offs, the innocents that could not help the circumstances of their birth or cruelty of a system that forced them out of home and hold with the offenses of their loved ones. They would be judged as harshly as those who had committed unspeakable atrocities by association alone. If Vaioa had taken punishment into its own hands they could have offered them sanctuary. They could have helped.

"We're both holderbred, O'zen. You know how they treat them. Guilty by association. And even if they aren't condemned they aren't welcome; they make normal folk too nervous. Like wild animals." Another sip and then he placated his distressed fire lizard with a comforting pat. T'ech wondered how much of this she understood. "Is there anything we can do? T'ven has been...unresponsive. I don't think he was ready for an incident like this. Perhaps if we went to Talora..."

Behind his back. Again.

T'ech groaned and rubbed his head. "I never thought I'd miss being Weyrleader," he muttered.
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Politically sound. T'ech spat out the words like they were a curse, and O'zen found he understood well the venom in his tone. Politically sound decisions did not always align with what he felt were the right decisions--and this one certainly did not--but Lord Holders and their subjects wouldn't give a single fardle about what his moral compass told him to do.

O'zen was a holdbred man, as T'ech said, and he remembered a time when the Weyrs had been almost universally loathed, viewed as little more than entitled parasites. While Thread improved the general public's opinion of dragonriders considerably, it would take more than seven turns for a couple centuries of distrust and hatred to die out completely. Warryn's open rebellion demonstrated this perfectly. And so the Weyr had to tiptoe at times.

O'zen lifted his glass to take another sip when T'ech's mumbled admission sent him sputtering, before a real laugh burst from him. O'zen put down his whiskey to avoid spilling and leveled a rueful grin on T'ech. "I can relate to you there, my friend." Of course, it was no secret he wanted Weyrleadership back; had for turns. "It's infuriating, knowing what you want to do, what you need to do, and having no power to do it."

T'ech's question quieted him for a moment. O'zen picked up his glass, tapping it thoughtfully with one finger. His dark eyes cut to T'ech, completely serious as he said, rather laconically, "We could lie."

He had no compunctions about it. Dishonesty had gotten him out of plenty of tight spots before.

"To the Lord Holders, I mean," he added quickly. "They don't know about the holdless the Troop brought back--yet. Maybe they don't need to. It's none of their business, eh?" O'zen raised his eyebrows meaningfully. "Talora might understand."

The Weyrwoman was the one in charge of domestic issues, after all; they could... circumvent the Weyrleader on this one. O'zen had no compunctions about that either.
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"Lie." T'ech chewed on the word a bit, rolled it around on his tongue and found that it didn't taste anywhere near as bad as he thought it might. "You know a turn or two ago I would have hated that. But in this case...it's the right thing to do. Talora would agree, I think."

Tytoth had no issues with it either, he found. Although the big bronze disliked the holdless as a rule, he knew through his rider that there were more victims than perpetrators in this entire affair. T'ech felt buoyed by his dragon's unspoken support. He stared down into his glass, as if he could find all his answers in the amber liquid therein.

"Where is T'ven's head in all this?" He wondered aloud. "What I did...rallying people up like that and confronting Warryn...he practically sat back and let me. And now we go through Talora to do the right thing." He sipped and the liquor slid down his throat warmer and easier than before. "Was it too much too soon for him, do you think? If this had happened right after I'd first taken command...well I can sympathize a bit."

You handled the Big Bay Holders, Tytoth rumbled firmly. That memory was foremost in T'ech's mind these days. It was the shining moment that had defined their early leadership. You would have done just fine. I have a hunch Shalagoth thinks me barbaric and you vengeance crazed, but we did the right thing. We will continue to do so.

The bronzerider actually smiled then; Tytoth knew how to lift him up even at the most difficult of times. "We'll do what we have to, for Vaioa's sake," he said with a ringing finality. "I ceased caring what people thought of me a long time ago."
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Talora would agree; O'zen was almost sure of it. T'ven, though... he didn't know what was in the man's head. T'ech's musing left him sobered.

"I'm not sure," O'zen said, eyeing the other bronzerider as he stared into his whiskey. There was no question that T'ech and T'ven were two very different men, and not just physically—but they shared a commonality in that they were both thrust into a difficult, stressful position at a young age, one that either forged a man into a stronger metal or broke him. O'zen shared that too. He wished he could say it had not broken him... but the Weyr was in shambles when he lost his position, and T'ech was the one who cleaned up his messes.

Oh, yes. Yes, O'zen could sympathize with T'ven. But he didn't much feel like admitting that much. He felt more like drinking.

While T'ech conversed with his dragon—O'zen would recognize that vacant look in the eyes anywhere, anytime—O'zen threw back the rest of his glass and winced at the rush of heat, welcome though it was. Good stuff. Went down smooth.

"For Vaioa's sake," he echoed, punctuating his words with the sharp clink of his empty glass on the desk. The Bitran reached for the bottle to pour himself another, sending a lopsided smile his friend's way. "Liberating, isn't it?"

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T'ech's smile was equally lop-sided, though there was a fair bit of weariness in it as well. O'zen hadn't known him at all when he'd first come to Vaioa. With his friends dying left and right back at Fort, he'd nearly become an alcoholic. The weyrstaff had poured him into bed more times than he liked to think about. Yes it was liberating but he'd better keep it to isolated nights, or J'ean might have a thing or two to say about it.

"It is," he admitted. "Wish it did more than temporarily make you forget, but it's nice. J'ean doesn't like to drink so I don't really get to anymore." Jim also had a good head on his shoulders and an abundance of common sense, but T'ech didn't add as much.

Seeking a change of topic from something that had veered dangerously close to badmouthing a young bronzerider he'd considered his friend, T'ech said, "Did you hear that they salvaged about a dozen of those bandit whers and brought them here? I can't imagine what they hope to get out of the creatures. I didn't even know they could rebond."

He waved his glass, watching the golden liquid nearly splash out. "Seems wrong to me."

You just don't want more of them around.

Well that's for damn sure.
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Before O'zen had a chance to down his next shot, T'ech responded and made him laugh aloud. "T'ech, I meant it's liberating not to care what people think." Humor glinted behind his flinty eyes. "But alcohol is a blessing, too." The Bitran raised his glass in a kind of toast, then knocked the burning liquid back.

With a gusty, satisfied exhalation, O'zen set down his glass, and took a moment to appreciate the lingering affects of the whiskey. Sharding good stuff. Then T'ech changed the subject, and his gaze cut back to the little bronzerider. A light frown wrinkled his features at the new topic.

"I did hear, and I can't say I'm too pleased about it," he replied. "I knew whers could rebond, but I can't imagine why any person in their right mind would want one of these. You'd think they'd be dangerous after the life they've lived—more dangerous than the average wher, I mean."

He was quiet for a long moment, his mind roving over the hold's strange new charges through the encroaching buzz from the whiskey.

"But then, what do I know about wherhandling?" O'zen shrugged as if to answer his own question. "If someone wants to risk their neck training a beast like that, it's not my place to stop them. I think all of them are a little crazy, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. We feckin' owe them a lot."

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