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fallenjedi1191 rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:38 pm
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Voss - On Board Epoch Wren
When Zara awoke, before she even opened her eyes she knew that she was suspended in bacta. She kept her eyes closed and took a deep breath through the mask, exhaling slowly with relief at the realization. She was alive. After the battle, when she retreated and then everything went dark, she didn't think she was going to make it. But here she was... she was sore, and feverish, and she would have to stay in the tank possibly for a few more hours, but she would be fine.
But the almost serene feeling was gone as soon as she groggily opened her eyes and realized where she was. This didn't look like a med bay at all -- it looked like the cargo hold of a ship! And it definitely wasn't Dawson's ship. Panic electrified her mind, suddenly energizing her with the need to get out of here.
An astromech droid that Zara had never seen before was staring at her. Frustrated that she had no way of communicating with the droid, she looked away, hoping that if she pretended that it wasn't there, that it might go away.
Her thoughts began to race with scenarios of what might have happened when she was unconscious. Having no concept of how much time had elapsed or if she had been in the tank for hours or for days, the ship could be orbiting another planet for all she knew. Had the Je'daii won the battle? Were they taking her as a hostage? Was she to be interrogated as soon as she could stand on two feet? If only she could remember what happened before she blacked out... all of her memories were blurred, unclear, like trying to remember a dream from fragmented images...
Her lightsaber...
Zara closed her eyes again and took several deep breaths, opening them and looking at the pile of bloody, discarded clothes on the floor. Relief rippled through her when she saw the hilt of her saberstaff among her belongings. So they hadn't taken that from her yet...
But that didn't answer any of her other questions.
In a brief moment of clearheadedness she realized that she didn't hear the hum of any engines. At least she knew they were grounded... but where?
All she could do was wait, helplessly, at the mercy of this astromech droid that she finally brought herself to look at again, staring back into the blinking light of its eye.
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Darth Daddicus rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:37 pm
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Darth Daddicus rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:39 pm
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fallenjedi1191 rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Ardalux rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:25 pm
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Voss - On Board Epoch Wren
After waiting for several long minutes which felt like hours to Zara, she felt she had to take matters into her own hands.
Craning her neck to the side, she saw about a meter away the control panel to the bacta tank and a series of switches. Through watery vision, she could not read the text underneath each switch, but she reach a hand out with the Force, through the glass, to telekinetically flip the switch on the left side of the panel.
The tubes connected to her breathing mask filled the cavity with a transparent gas, presumably some kind of drug. She tried to hold her breath but this didn't last very long, and she was forced to inhale the drug, beginning to feel lightheaded. Regardless, Zara kept her hand extended and used the Force again to flip another switch.
This time it was a success, and the bacta drained through the tubing system, allowing her to struggle out of her bindings, ripping through with the help of the strength the Force provided.
Shivering from the cold, she opened the door to the tank and took a step out, the soaking white medical gown clinging to her body.
Zara was nowhere near recovered, and she was fatigued and disoriented, and taking that heavy dose of sedative from the wrong switch didn't exactly help, but she had a ferocious resolve that would not falter until she knew she was safe.
Almost instinctively the first thing she reached for was her lightsaber, not caring all that much for her other belongings when she knelt in front of the Astromech droid, inputting a command into its keypad.
Request: Display map of ship.
She waited, knowing that the droid was likely either to obey her or sound some kind of alarm. It was more of a test than anything, and if her captors were savvy enough they would already know by now that she had escaped from the tank.
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Darth Daddicus rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:04 pm
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Darth Daddicus rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:07 pm
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