Edwon would be the first to admit that he didn't always think his plans through as much as he possibly should. It often worked out for him, though. His job wasn't one where everything always went according to plan, so thinking on his feet and being able to act without doubting himself was simply his way to survive as an agent. He also enjoyed creativity more. His solutions to the various problems he was sent to fix may deviate slightly (or wildly) from what his Keeper asked actually requested, but while straightforward solutions might be more appreciated, they were not the ones that were remembered. And he wanted to be remembered.
Although perhaps this particular plan would be better off forgotten.
He'd caught on to Darth Jadus' plan, of course, but he hadn't had a method of stopping him at the time. So he'd followed. He'd snuck onto his ship. He'd tried to sabotage the ship before it could enter into hyperspace, but he'd been too slow, and now they were crashing somewhere he really didn't want to crash. At least, he assumed. He had no way of really knowing.
His plan had been to stay hidden, but it might have been lucky that that plan failed as well. He'd tumbled out of his hiding spot, fell sprawling on the floor behind Darth Jadus, and he'd felt the anger coming off the man. He'd waved hello. And then he'd pulled himself into the chair next to him, strapped himself in tight, and braced for the inevitable crash landing. It might be what had saved him.
Slowly, cautiously, Edwon got out of his chair. He couldn't sense anything much coming from Darth Jadus, and he wondered briefly if maybe he was finally dead... Before he realized that he couldn't sense anything much coming from anywhere else, either. He could barely sense the ship itself. He must have hit his head pretty hard, although it didn't hurt as much as it should, in that case. Shock, probably. He felt his way forward, trying to find the exit, unable to really navigate much... He thought he could sense it, but it felt distant.
When Jadus came to, he was back in that same chair again, trying to get the comms to work with no luck. He tossed over a medpac, as a sort of peace offering.
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Date: 2019-12-03 07:30 pm (UTC)Although perhaps this particular plan would be better off forgotten.
He'd caught on to Darth Jadus' plan, of course, but he hadn't had a method of stopping him at the time. So he'd followed. He'd snuck onto his ship. He'd tried to sabotage the ship before it could enter into hyperspace, but he'd been too slow, and now they were crashing somewhere he really didn't want to crash. At least, he assumed. He had no way of really knowing.
His plan had been to stay hidden, but it might have been lucky that that plan failed as well. He'd tumbled out of his hiding spot, fell sprawling on the floor behind Darth Jadus, and he'd felt the anger coming off the man. He'd waved hello. And then he'd pulled himself into the chair next to him, strapped himself in tight, and braced for the inevitable crash landing. It might be what had saved him.
Slowly, cautiously, Edwon got out of his chair. He couldn't sense anything much coming from Darth Jadus, and he wondered briefly if maybe he was finally dead... Before he realized that he couldn't sense anything much coming from anywhere else, either. He could barely sense the ship itself. He must have hit his head pretty hard, although it didn't hurt as much as it should, in that case. Shock, probably. He felt his way forward, trying to find the exit, unable to really navigate much... He thought he could sense it, but it felt distant.
When Jadus came to, he was back in that same chair again, trying to get the comms to work with no luck. He tossed over a medpac, as a sort of peace offering.
"So you didn't die after all. I wasn't sure."