I intend to rage war against the Harkonnens. Disrupt spice. Force the Emperor to come to Arrakis. Then, tell him and the Landsraad what happened. Maybe even make a play for the throne.
[ A shake of his head. He has dreams. He can see what's coming to some degree. Going South means untold billions of lives dead in his name. A holy war. Jihad. He will not take that road. A road adjacent but not the one that his prescience seems to insist he walks.
A coy smirk tugs at his facem a familiar one despite the dust in his hair and the mark of spice turning his eyes blue. ] I have never minded the idea of sharing any quarters with you, Basi.
[ Sharing a space with her felt natural even as a child. Having her there as if she had always been apart of his House and his life. The unnatural feeling settled in once she stopped being there. When the alcove began to feel like just another empty area of the palace. When the lessons and training from the Bene Gesserit became more important to her from his perception.
A haunted look twinges a the corner of his eyes. Then, they travel past her. They are not alone. Within a few more moments the sounds of footsteps talk and Paul levels the look at the person who has joined them. A Freman woman.
Chani.
At one point I thought she would mean everything to me. ]
"Usul. The camp is ready. Stilgar wants you back with the rest of us." [ the Freman woman glances at Bastila before looking back at Paul. Another even look is given. ] "We don't have an extra tent."
I will share mine with her. [ Paul stands then. ] Chani, this is Bastila Shan. She grew up with me on Caladan under the care of my father and mother. She isn't a Harkonnen, more forced to stay alive or die like the rest of my family.
[ Chani levels Bastila and look. With a glance towards Paul, she nods curtly and turns to walk back to camp.
Paul leans close to Bastila once more as she stands. ] We should head back.
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[ A shake of his head. He has dreams. He can see what's coming to some degree. Going South means untold billions of lives dead in his name. A holy war. Jihad. He will not take that road. A road adjacent but not the one that his prescience seems to insist he walks.
A coy smirk tugs at his facem a familiar one despite the dust in his hair and the mark of spice turning his eyes blue. ] I have never minded the idea of sharing any quarters with you, Basi.
[ Sharing a space with her felt natural even as a child. Having her there as if she had always been apart of his House and his life. The unnatural feeling settled in once she stopped being there. When the alcove began to feel like just another empty area of the palace. When the lessons and training from the Bene Gesserit became more important to her from his perception.
A haunted look twinges a the corner of his eyes. Then, they travel past her. They are not alone. Within a few more moments the sounds of footsteps talk and Paul levels the look at the person who has joined them. A Freman woman.
Chani.
At one point I thought she would mean everything to me. ]
"Usul. The camp is ready. Stilgar wants you back with the rest of us." [ the Freman woman glances at Bastila before looking back at Paul. Another even look is given. ] "We don't have an extra tent."
I will share mine with her. [ Paul stands then. ] Chani, this is Bastila Shan. She grew up with me on Caladan under the care of my father and mother. She isn't a Harkonnen, more forced to stay alive or die like the rest of my family.
[ Chani levels Bastila and look. With a glance towards Paul, she nods curtly and turns to walk back to camp.
Paul leans close to Bastila once more as she stands. ] We should head back.