Zach's challenge had made the Imperial nervous. He did well to not let his tone of voice change, and to plant a reasonable effort of a convincing smile on his face, but the faint draining of colour from his skin gave it away. In many ways this irked Zach more than the open hostility or smarmy condescension that he received from most Imperials. What right did this bottom-feeder have to feel uncomfortable about the revolting attitude the Empire showed towards the Neobedouin? He worked for them, and as such the blood of all the people, tribal or otherwise, that the Empire considered undesirable was on his hands, and no amount of perspiration or awkward shifting in his seat could forgive that. If he was going to be complicit by association in the horrific atrocities that counted for daily routine for Imperials, then he should at least have the common decency not to care, or to actively enjoy it. Any crisis of conscience was nothing more than a second insult.
"I wouldn't know. Please, do tell... I am sure it will be fascinating to hear about Neobedouin customs."
"In all honesty, any romantic Neobedouin customs you might be imagining are empty, pretentious bollocks if they even exist at all." Zach replied, his tone still light and jovial, concealing his dislike, and juxtaposing his harsh descriptions in a way that Zach knew would only serve to make the man more uncomfortable. "Let's just say I... differ, from the majority of tribal folk on this one, but it was a lesson I learned from the few with any sense some time ago. The true 'Song of my People' as it were, is nothing more than the rhythm of violence. Everything else is just window dressing. In the wild, you kill to eat, you kill for your family, and you kill anyone and anything that gets between you and what you want. If you're weak, cowardly, or stupid, you die, and I'm not dead yet. That's all I know of my people, Doctor. As for the rest, I'll let the clowns speak for themselves."
It was at this moment that Sheska, having broken away from the Officer, came to join them.
"Izzy, Zach. Which one of you wants to dance first?"
It took a brief moment for Zach to weigh up the options in his head. If he stayed at the bar, he'd have a batter view of the door in case anyone suspicious made an appearance. However, he'd also be in just as much danger of being watched himself. Going with Sheska put him in the middle of things, meaning he could act more quickly and subtly if needed, at the price of separating him from Issac, making it more difficult to communicate.
"It would be my pleasure." He said to Sheska, taking her hand. Before they moved out onto the dance floor he turned back to Issac. "You were right before. The atmosphere is here is far too close. Anytime you fancy some fresh air, let me know and I'll join you for a smoke."
Zach was confident that Issac was switched on enough to understand, and to inform Zach if he spotted any danger. Now he just had to hope that Issac's threat assessment skills were at least as good as his.
"Lover's tiff?" He quipped to Sheska as they went to take their places, nodding towards the retreating Officer. "I hope you kissed and made up."
"I wouldn't know. Please, do tell... I am sure it will be fascinating to hear about Neobedouin customs."
"In all honesty, any romantic Neobedouin customs you might be imagining are empty, pretentious bollocks if they even exist at all." Zach replied, his tone still light and jovial, concealing his dislike, and juxtaposing his harsh descriptions in a way that Zach knew would only serve to make the man more uncomfortable. "Let's just say I... differ, from the majority of tribal folk on this one, but it was a lesson I learned from the few with any sense some time ago. The true 'Song of my People' as it were, is nothing more than the rhythm of violence. Everything else is just window dressing. In the wild, you kill to eat, you kill for your family, and you kill anyone and anything that gets between you and what you want. If you're weak, cowardly, or stupid, you die, and I'm not dead yet. That's all I know of my people, Doctor. As for the rest, I'll let the clowns speak for themselves."
It was at this moment that Sheska, having broken away from the Officer, came to join them.
"Izzy, Zach. Which one of you wants to dance first?"
It took a brief moment for Zach to weigh up the options in his head. If he stayed at the bar, he'd have a batter view of the door in case anyone suspicious made an appearance. However, he'd also be in just as much danger of being watched himself. Going with Sheska put him in the middle of things, meaning he could act more quickly and subtly if needed, at the price of separating him from Issac, making it more difficult to communicate.
"It would be my pleasure." He said to Sheska, taking her hand. Before they moved out onto the dance floor he turned back to Issac. "You were right before. The atmosphere is here is far too close. Anytime you fancy some fresh air, let me know and I'll join you for a smoke."
Zach was confident that Issac was switched on enough to understand, and to inform Zach if he spotted any danger. Now he just had to hope that Issac's threat assessment skills were at least as good as his.
"Lover's tiff?" He quipped to Sheska as they went to take their places, nodding towards the retreating Officer. "I hope you kissed and made up."