Jakar, after being thoroughly brushed from a FTL jump, unbuckled himself, and got off his chair to proceed into the Lounge for further discussion, On his way out, he took a brief look at the Timekeeper, then at the Assassin, then back at the Timekeeper, Finally, he spoke toward the killer.
"Lyle my friend, I know you, in fact i know quite a bit about you, and to think you know so little about me...heh, makes me laugh. But I want to tell you something..."
It felt like it was in an instant.
Jakar was having a rather abusing conversation with a rather high FDR official.
"Jakar, you MUST destroy this village, they are enemies to the FDR"
Jakar gritted his teeth "Look at them! They are my people! If you think I am going to step out of my way to kill members of my own race, over destroying one of your survey drones, then you must be mistaken."
"Jakar, you are not a Ramandian anymore, you are part of the humans now."
Jakar nodded in disgust and folded his arms. "And you, you sir are a sick, racist bastard, I wan't to take this to a justice, I hope we don't meet again, for if we do, i'll have it that you are arrested at the spot." He turned toward one of his crew members: "Turn him off, NOW!"
And just like that, the official was gone, never to be seen or heard of again. Why would anyone do something so sick as to kill his own race for the benefit of another? He thought to himself, he then ordered to the crew: "Alright men, we will have a 5 minute break, I-I have some refreshing to do..."
And just like that he went toward his quarters, on his way to the bathroom to 'refresh' himself with water. Someone opened the door behind him, crept up toward him, and shouted in an unrecognizable voice; "Refresh this!" And gagged poor Jakar until, well, his sight blurred to blackness, and he fell onto the floor, unconscious.
and it has never been clear since.
~ Present day ~
Jakar walked along the old ship's halls very briefly before entering the room, he stopped about a few feet before the door. He just stood at it blankly, then he thought about Leonard. He got angry, then he though about what he did to him, and he also thought who was in that room, the same man who he used to call friend, he now calls sir. It was sickening, horrible. He banged at the walls of the ship, screaming angrily at that he could have spared him. he clawed at the the metal, and huddled in the corner and almost completely broke down, but something else in him snapped, and just as if the previous tantrum had never even existed, he walked in there, cool, calm, and formal, he sat in there at just stared at all of the people already in there, Leonard most importantly of them all, he stared at him with cold, dark eyes. He can't even remember the friendship between the two, and it's actually been quite a blur since the last time he saw him, and he even highly doubts that Leonard even knows the two of them were even friends to begin with, the attitude he's had and all...Well, so far, all friendship is t Jakar is a blur, a dirty window of lies...
...and it has never been clear since.
