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===Lieutenant Rhys talking with Lieutenant (jg) Sam Perkins=== | |||
'''Perkins''': Oh don't worry you will not be rid of me. It was just a crazy thought. Two very dear friends of mine were killed. In the battle with the T'Lithians , Nash and Hender. Rhys you must of lost many friends on Bajor. During the occupation of the Cardies. How did you carry on? | |||
'''Rhys''': Carry on? Ah. ::He looked at the young Jaygee with more closely. Courtesy demanded he pay full attention for discussions such as this one.:: We all had our ways. I remember a raid on a forced labour camp at Andron-Kel. My resistance partner, Tara Nystral and two of our members were being executed. We had to rescue them. ::He gazed at the amber beer:: Nys was injured and I lost one of my closest friends on that raid. Tara's brother, Lorschal. We didn't even have bodies to bury. I thought I'd never be truly happy again. | |||
And yet, I have been. I think that's the reason why I follow Bajoran traditions so strongly, Sam. In times of death or crisis, you need some reason, some...frame of reference for your world. The B'laya cell wasn't terribly religious, ::he laughed:: wasn't religious at all...but we did follow traditions in the face of an enemy who was determined to wipe them out. Small acts of defiance, B'laya used to call them. |
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