<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Expedint Devil</em>,  Ord Mantell orbit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>4<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Septimus could sense neither Miria nor Tina were wanting to discuss much at the moment.  Certainly not their past, and they displayed no interest in Septimus past either.  He could not blame them to be honest.  Perhaps he had overestimated their knowledge or insight.  It was clear to him the Force had a hand in what had happened.  The two of them were Force sensitive, he was certain of it, yet perhaps they did not know why things happened to them they way they did, or chalked it up to luck, or were perhaps in denial as for them to accept it opened them up to a whole new level of complications they were unwilling or ill equipped to deal with.<br/><br/>Septimus did not blame them for not wanting to step into such conflict.  It would be else to slip back into the role of ignoring the world about him and to try to find a pace where the Galaxy passed him by, but he knew doing so was killing him a little at a time.  He was tired of the evil and the vileness which seemed to spread and thrive the in the galaxy now.  He could not ignore it.  Still, it did not mean he had to drag these two to their deaths because he wanted to make some difference before the Empire killed him, for he was under no illusions what the eventual outcome would be.  He had lived as good as life as he could, and if he could aid and help but just one person before he died, then perhaps it could be a good death, and he would finally be back with Victoria.<br/><br/>Septimus gave his head a shake at Miria's assessment of the ship.  It did not matter much to him as he was almost resigned to leaving the two of them at their next location, but part of him still wished to help, and getting them access to material and equipment to keep the two one step ahead of their pasts which had nearly caught back up with them at Ord Mantell, then again he had done his part and in itself would be a small victory.  Septimus turned to Miria and spoke when she said they had several destinations to choose from.<strong>"Pick a location where there is a <em>Praxis Shipping</em> hub.  I have a few favors to call in and get us access to what you two need to make this ship more functional and less like a flying death trap."</strong>