Posted by Darth Krzysztof
Kenzi woke up with a start, shivering in his bunk. Errant Venture’s heating system was temperamental, even on a good day, and “cold” was one of the first three words that always came to mind when describing space.
It’s more than the cold, he thought, and you know it.
“Couldn’t sleep?” came a voice in the dark, familiar and impossible all at once. Kenzi grabbed a nearby lamp and clicked it to life, spilling light on the handsome, weary face of Talan Vigil. “Hey there, Kenny.”
Kenzi hated to be called that – by anyone else. “What… what? Uncle Talan?”
“Who else? Isn’t this my ship?” Talan spread his arms and leaned back against the bunk opposite Kenzi’s. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“Of course I am.” Kenzi pushed himself up on his elbows. “I just, um… didn’t expect to see you again.”
“Because I’m dead,” Talan said. Kenzi nodded. “Don’t worry, Kenny. It’s not like one of those stories where the ghosts go away when they find out they’re ghosts. Stupid, really.”
If this is really Uncle Talan… “Um… where have you been?”
“Wrong question, Kenny.”
If it wasn’t Uncle Talan, whoever he was, he’d certainly done his homework. Talan told Kenzi that all the time. “Right. Sorry. Why are you here now?”
“Because you needed to talk to me,” Talan said. “Because nobody else would understand.”
“I’m not sure I understand, Uncle Talan.”
Talan patted his nephew’s knee. “Come on, then. I’ll show you.” He got up and walked out the door; Kenzi hauled himself from his bunk, taking a moment to wonder where everyone else had gone before following.
But the door slid open to reveal the bunker he’d found on Ord Ibanna, instead of the Errant Venture’s ring corridor. He turned to go back, but Talan blocked his path. “How did you do that?” Kenzi asked.
Talan smiled. “For all I know, you did it.”