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 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 10:40 pm
Point Nadir-The Tethers
With some .....vague assistance from him, they made their way to what he revealed to be his ship. Gladius class light freighter if she wasn't mistaken. Beautiful craft, a gorgeous old girl, but that she'd get to later...hopefully. Thankfully, regardless of his larger stature, they managed to get aboard the ship and settled into what appeared to be the med bay.
He was in bad shape, and unless she got him off his feet, it could only get worse. Gingerly, she helped him towards the bed, trying to keep him as still as possible. At this point, she was most surprised he was still alive, if maybe not completely conscious. He spoke from time to time, but what he spoke was hardly understandable. Searching through the compartments nearby, she recovered bandages, wraps, medication and thankfully bacta packs. With his state at the moment, any sort of secret was seen as wasteful as she shed her grimy gloves in favor of something clean and sturdy. With what she needed to do, she couldn't be too careful. With a knife from her pocket, she cuts from his body his pants. She had no use for modesty when it wasn't needed. After that, she inject him with a vrassa that seems to calm him down. Just to be safe though, she ties him down to the bed with the left over strips from his pants. Keeping a bottle of alcohol nearby in case he woke up, she tied two strips of linen around his leg, both above and below before grabbing a straight rod and tying that on top.
"Now this may hurt, so don't wake up." With a quick motion, she forces the leg to come back together and straight. Working quickly, she applies a bacta patch to the open wound and begins to wrap it tightly with the fresh bandages all the while keeping an eye on her....patient. With the leg set, she applies a cold pack to his sprained injuries as well as untying him now that the leg has been reset. As she waits for him to wake up once again, she begins to clean the rest of his injuries before seeing to the ship herself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 12:29 am
Dusk was falling in Theed as Kal made his way up the stone pathway to the front entrance of the Tavern on the Plains. A privately owned Gungan cuisine restaurant situated close to Guido's Tower, the restaurant had a gross revenue of $38 million credits on average, annually. It served over 500,000 customers per solar cycle, making it the highest-grossing restaurant on Naboo. Of its several dining rooms, the most famous was the Adegan room, which featured windows overlooking the eastern-most branch-off the Solleu river running through Theed.
"Huh... Huh..."
Kal was sizing his date up as she stood before him at the entrance, mock-clapping for him.
"Yay, bravo!"
"Look at me!" Kal exclaimed.
"Look at you... Kal Rem all dressed up," Alliandre said.
Kal was looking particularly sharp. He was adorned with a formal shirt, belt and pants, all covered by a cloak made of aeien silk. It was certainly better looking than his typical gray and green synthweave cloak.
"Look at you," Kal said.
Ali put her hands behind her back and looked down over herself modestly.
"Told you I knew how to dress like a girl..."
Ali's only visible dress was a black corset that transformed into a miniskirt at the bottom, with buttons on the front. And, of course, high-heels and a decorative necklace. She carried a purse with her that hung off her shoulder as she looked back up at Kal. Her long blonde hair, straightened, swayed with her movement.
"Yeah, but... But... You... You..."
"Easy..."
"You look like a model," Kal finally managed to say.
"That's because you usually see me in robes and fatigues," Ali replied matter-of-fact-ly.
"This was a good idea," Kal commented.
"Told you..."
Of Tavern on the Plain's several dining rooms, the most famous was the Adegan room, which featured windows overlooking the eastern-most branch-off the Solleu river running through Theed. This was where Kal and Ali's reservations were for. They both went inside and were brought to their table without delay by their waiter. Leaving them kindly to look over their menu's, Kal and Ali both happily scrolled through the options.
"Nothing wrong with us dressing up and burning through credits on a fancy night out..."
Ali hadn't looked through the menu, yet, but she saw Kal's eyes widen. When she looked down herself...
"Whoa, I'll... Uh... I guess I'll be having the soup," Ali said, her eyes widening as well.
"Let's get a lot of bread," Kal suggested with a resigned smile.
Ali was about to let out a laugh when
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal awoke with a start. He immediately tried to sit up and then laid back down when pain increased in his leg from the movement. He hissed sourly at his body's response. A dream. It had all been a dream. What a terrible dream it was. Kal didn't even care about Ali anymore. What was she doing in his dreams?
Kal leaned over and was startled to find a stranger sitting in his ship. His face mostly concealed beneath a scarf around her mouth and nose and a hood covering all the rest except the eyes, was fixated upon Kal. Her face, Kal quickly corrected, noting the distinct from of breasts underneath her shirt. Overall, the only skin she was showing though was the bare skin around her shoulders and her hands, both of which displayed dark skin-- which didn't really tell Kal anything about the stranger. Dark-skinned female. As if there weren't a trillion of those around the galaxy.
Memory slowly started to click into place for Kal. Recent memory.
He'd been thrown out of a window. Failed to react quickly enough to compensate with the Force. Cried like a baby. And then, depending on the kindess of a stranger, was helped out of his predicament and back into his ship. He had all but fallen unconscious before they'd gotten into the medical bay. The pain and worry about Daesha were the only things that kept him awake.
After the woman stranger had set his leg for him-- Wait. How was Kal to know that this was the same stranger that had helped him. Who else was crawling around his ship? Kal suddenly became alarmed by the possibility that they were no longer on Point Nadir.
"Who are you?" Kal rasped.
His voice sounded raw, the anger and frustration of the pain still eminent in his mind, with creeping fear rising to stack onto it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 5:06 pm
Malo
"Stop trying to blow holes in my ship!!" Malo yelled over the COM. A fly-by she expected, but the tell-tale shudders of blaster fire just made her angry. Her baby was damaged enough from the few scuffles with the Sith on board. As that crossed her thoughts she considered jettisoning him and then taking off to hyperspace... it was sorely tempting as she was sure she'd be tied up with whatever legal procedures they had about republic officers and Jedi Knights returning from the dead.
Instead she sighed and, without any evasive maneuvers, resigned herself and her ship to following along obediently. "Nice reception for a courtesy call, by the way." She said sullenly over the radio despite the knowledge that she wouldn't get a response from the pilots or, likely, the man who'd contacted her from the station.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 5:14 pm
Sam
"That's using your head." Sam replied, not unkindly. If she was about to turn Seron into an accomplice to her "escape" then she may as well begin treating him with some respect, if not a little bit of kindness. With that thought, she refrained from being too specific about avoiding anything too conspicuous, either.
"The sooner we get off this planet the better." She continued, stepping forward to get moving.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 10:07 pm
Tython
Seron paused before continuing forward. It seemed like she really did want to get off this planet, and badly. What was she afraid of here? As a Jedi master, were the Jedi so bad?
Seron dispensed his thoughts. His purpose right now was to get Master Joelk off-world with as little attention as possible. Wordlessly, he led them to a repulsortruck which they used to head out to the spaceport, the port being a long way from the barracks.
They sped past the broad viewing windows of the southern terminal, glimpsing a few Mandalorians gathered on a viewing platform to watch the ST-101 repulsortruck howl into the spaceport. Seron connected to the port's network via the COM terminal in the truck. It looked like there was a flight scheduled to leave today. With Master Joelk behind him, Seron could finagle a discreet addition to the "cargo" under the pilot's discretion. That would take them straight to the space station, where it would be easy to requisition a ship and jump out of the system before any of the other masters became aware that Joelk was gone...
They moved past the southern terminal, then, and onto the central hub, ducking low past an elevated pedwalk where automated droids were taking cargo into the hangar they were looking for. Seron parked the truck, it's bottom setting on the ground with a thud.
"We're here," Seron said, getting up out of his seat. "Just inside those doors..."
Seron pointed to a small opening between a pair of massive hangar doors. Normally, ships and shuttles would fly out through the top. Those doors were there in case any heavy cargo needed moving. Speeders, droid lifters and organic beings were the only things that ever moved through them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:58 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
"Who are you?"
He wasn't trying to be quite. Not in his current state anyways. Glancing up from her hands where she had mended a cut she had sustained earlier. Sleeping for 2 hours on his meds wasn't half bad. She slips her gloves back on, leaving her jacket on the back of the chair.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."
Her blaster is still in its holster as she takes in his rather defenseless predicament. However, while being weak and unable to truly fend for himself right now, she was on his ship. A place that he knew much better than she did for now. "And I would suggest that you not move until that leg of yours is healed."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:21 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal blinked at the woman's cryptic response. What kind of hokey crap was that? He reached his arm in front of him and tried to call in his lightsaber... And it didn't come to him.
"Oh, man..."
Kal looked glanced around the med-bay in front of him. He couldn't see it from where he was laying.
"Oh... Oh, come on, you took my lightsaber?!" Kal shouted.
Kal instinctively moved to get out of bed, but the pain in his leg stopped him.
"Ah...! s**t... Give it back! Now!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:45 pm
Point Nadir Advent
Her attention instantly connects to his face as she takes in what he just said. His lightsaber. He has or apparently had a lightsaber. Her spine tingles as her mind processes what she already knows.
"Why would I want your lightsaber? I don't use them." She maintains her distance from him as she stands up. "And I don't have your blade. The only thing I took off you was your pants."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 8:12 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal squinted and bared his teeth at the woman in the med-bay with him. Like he was going to take her word on that.
"Lady, I was trying to run a job here!" Kal snapped. "Nobody respects that! All I wanted was to do this job! And I wanted to keep my lightsaber... Every time I turn around, a Sith finds me, I get jumped by bounty hunters, or somebody steals my lightsaber!!!"
Kal gripped the woman tight with a Force Choke and started to pull her towards him.
"Give. Me. My. Lightsaber."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 8:54 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Her hand was on her blaster as he spoke. Lightsabers meant one thing. Force User. He could be a jedi or sith. Neither one looked very good in her books. Both she wanted to stay far away from. And she didn't want his stupid glow stick. Something she wanted to tell him right before she found her air passages constricting and her body being dragged towards him.
No one controls me. Not now, not ever.
As she struggles to breath in oxygen, she grips onto her blaster and raises it up.
"You wanna kill me? Fine then jackass. Then try finding you precious weapon with a hole through your head." She feels no anger. Only absolute certainty. The certainty that allows her clarity of mind even when she is close to passing out and her finger on the trigger. Pulling back on the trigger, she fires away as her sights fills with black spots.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:17 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal swore loudly when the woman opened up with her blaster. One shot came so close to his midriff that he felt the heat of it as it passed. The second bolt went higher up, the recoil from the blaster messing with her aim as she struggled to stay conscious. Kal released her from his grip, choosing to focus on the pistol instead. Gripping it with the Force, he focused solely on connecting the barrel with the handle for a moment, ignoring the being behind the weapon.
With effort, Kal forced the blaster to scrunch up, wrinkling the business end of it and the power cell wrinkling back towards the grip. When Kal thought the blaster had been sufficiently disabled, Kal locked stares with the woman he was at odds with. He released the grip on the pistol.
"It occurs to me that I might have been rude," Kal seethed, hissing the words out sarcastically at the stranger. "But you now carry the disadvantage."
It occurred to Kal as he spoke the last, the irony of the situation where a bum-legged man had the upper hand over a woman with a blaster. Also, the possibility that he may, in fact, not have the upper hand because he was bum-legged.
"Give me my lightsaber, or I'll repeat what I just did with your blaster to brain, you jumped-up Corellian dirt farmer!" Kal exclaimed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:37 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Jumped up....? She rubbed her throat in relief as fresh air flowed back into her lungs. She could handle her shots missing, a fact she blamed on her lack of oxygen. She could handle him destroying her only blaster, if she was lucky, she could tun his body in for credits and buy a new one when this was done. She could even accept his rudeness seeing as how she did shoot him, though he clearly deserved it. But to call her that?
"I am not a jumped-up Corellian dirt farmer!"
Di'kut!
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 12:51 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
"For the last time, give me my lightsaber before I take it from you by force," Kal said, laying back on the cot, but keeping an every watchful eye on the woman through his peripheral vision. "I will not tell you again."
Kal resisted the urge to shut his eyes. He was getting a headache, and going the wrong way about this. As much as he'd like to jump out of this bed and run to the place where his lightsaber had been hidden, he couldn't do that in his state. He had to get this woman to fetch the weapon for him, and considering her current lack of willingness to do so, Kal knew of only one way to force the action upon her.
Breathing deeply to calm himself and gather a small reserve of energy, he opened up his mind just enough that he could establish a link with the stranger. While he was doing nothing yet, he wanted to be prepared to extract the information out of her telepathically. In order to do so, he needed a connection to her, if only a small one. You couldn't exercise mental abilities without keeping your mind vulnerable at least a tiny bit.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:39 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Idiot. No matter how much she told him otherwise, he refused to believe her. Talking would do her no good by this point. And since he already tried to force choke her and destroyed her one blaster, well now it was personal. And when it was personal, she took it very seriously.
She could see his facial muscles relax as he breathed. Concentrated. Her spine tingled as she picked up the pipe she had earlier used to force his leg back into place. Holding it in front of her, she keeps her breathing slow and controlled. Cursing the fact that her other weapons were back at her place, she backs up just enough to give him trouble getting to her, but close enough for her to do some damaged.
"I don't like force users. Especially don't like prissy little girls who I saved now attempting to influence me on information that I don't have. However, since you are obviously brain dead and deaf to begin with, I will say this loud and clearly." She breathes in before speaking, forcing out her words with anger.
"I dont have your damned lightsaber!"
And if you use your force on me again, I swear I'll kill ya.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:56 am
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal shut his eyes and probed the surrounding area telepathically to minds to slip into or hijack. There were none except for him and this stranger.
Good, she won't have any backup.
Focusing his concentration on the woman, he "tapped" her consciousness. Sort of like knocking on the front door, only it bit more forceful than that. She'd feel the sensation for sure, like having your mind abruptly opened, raw and unprotected. It was the same feeling that he had when Isani first spoke to him telepathically-- as if a new frontier of possibilities had opened up where none had been before.
If she didn't have any mental defenses of her own, then there would be no stopping him from rummaging through her brain and picking out whatever information, relevant to him or otherwise. He could even use her as a puppet and control her, if he wanted to. For now, though, Kal wasn't going to risk a violent mental attack from her. It wasn't just Force-users that knew how to protect their minds.
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