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Aboard Darth Victress' yacht, 1626 local time
His feet were carrying him to his chambers, though he didn't realize it. Milo was walking somewhat aimlessly, not particularly caring where he ended up. It was his subconscious sense of self-preservation that kicked in and forced him toward the only place on the ship where he was relatively safe—or as safe as he could get on the ship of a Dark Councilor he had just showed blatant disrespect. Was he worried about the consequences? Not in the slightest. Victress knew where to find him. If she had a problem, he was willing to help her resolve it. The traditional way.
Milo didn't know if Eriana had followed him—or if she was actively following him—but he doubted it. She would likely be accompanying Victress wherever she was going to go now. Maybe they were both on the way now to punish him for his "insolence." Truth be told, he was hoping that was the case.
It was true that he was being dramatic, but even that small gesture had meant a lot to him, and he felt his trust violated. Milo did not place his trust in anyone else, and the only time he did, it was thrown back at him. He had forgotten about what Eriana had to tell him earlier but it hardly mattered at this point. He only remembered it as the door in front of him hissed open and he stepped inside. He was curious, but his "upsetness" far outweighed the curiosity.
It was then that he realized he had taken a wrong turn and was sitting in a bare chamber with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked over the hangar. Oh well. He walked up to it and simply stood there, watching the activity of the small hangar to keep himself busy. He would likely be here for a few hours.
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