Danee
Not good at showing up
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It's doing the same thing, over and over and over and over again, expecting things to change.
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Feb 2, 2015 4:23:23 GMT -5
Post by Danee on Feb 2, 2015 4:23:23 GMT -5
The Nanoseconds passed as Litin struggled with the bindings that kept her legs tied together, she could hear him stop and take out something which she assumed was his blaster. Had he grown tired of her? Perhaps she was going to die right here and now, at the hand of a Jedi pretending to be Mandalorian, what a way to die. She thought to herself.
But the shot never came. She was just about to get the ties up and set her legs free when everything around her went dark once again. The Echani's, once more, limp body hit the ground again. Her head barely missing a sharp rock which could have caused serious damage on her and probably killed her had her head hit it, instead all she suffered was more scratches in her face, which was the only thing which was the only sign of some struggling from her side, as the Jedi had healed her wounds earlier.
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Moonfire
Do I Wanna Know?
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I showed you my lesbian undertones, please respond
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Feb 2, 2015 4:55:58 GMT -5
Post by Moonfire on Feb 2, 2015 4:55:58 GMT -5
She took a few seconds to go down. He'd hoped it be instant, that she'd just crumple over and it'd be over. But no, she still had to make things difficult for him. The white haired woman with the cross face was very still for a long, long moment. Me'allo was grateful he couldn't see her expression before she toppled over, limp and ragdoll-like.
His stomach rolled again, a wave of acid rushing up over him. He'd nearly killed her, a part of him wanted to. But seeing her passed out, temple split and the blood slowly trickling down her forehead all but caused him to dry heave.
Blood had never bothered, Me'allo Talron. He was a healer, an experienced battle medic. But the brutality of it, of hurting someone again. The man all but shook. Another long, steeling breath and he leaned over, hand skirting her face, making sure she wasn't faking. With a hit like that shes lucky to be breathing. The harsher part of his mind reminded him.
But she was breathing, and from what he could sense that wouldn't change any time soon. He resisted the urge to soothe away the dull pain, reminding himself it was, ultimately necessary.
At least she'd stop wiggling now. Whipping out yet another one of his hunting ropes he retied her binding, just a tad tighter now though hopefully not quite cutting off circulation. His eyes flicked back to her face, enjoying the stillness of it. She'd be pretty if she wasn't so damn crazy.
Wiping away the sticky, red blood from her brow he hefted the woman back up and over his shoulder, feeling more deflated and defeated than before. He walked then, calling ahead to Kerin on the comm-link to arrange a meeting outside the clan settlement to take 'a friend' to Onderon.
The rest of the walk, still another half-mile was quiet, and Me'allo found himself timing the woman's breaths, even and deep, peaceful perhaps.
"Ya know, I really didn't want to hit ya." Me'allo muttered, guilt still permeating every step even knowing that in the grand scheme of things the crazy woman brought this all on herself. "You're prolly wonderin' why I haven't just killed ya yet, and to be honest I'm not really sure either. It'd certainly be a lot easier for me. I guess I do believe in redemption, Miss." He chuckled at his own foolishness.
"Even for a harpy like you."
He didn't say much after that, nearing where Kerin and his clunker were parked. As he arrived Kerin only gave a look as Me'allo shrugged, shifting the weight of the unconscious woman uncomfortably balanced on his shoulder. The man only shook his head, hitching a thumb towards the cargo hold.
Settling in there Me'allo sat the woman down, arranging her as comfortably as he could against the empty palettes and crates that littered the area. He spoke again, his hands running over her head and trying to right her mussed hair and grimey face as best he could "Now, I'm not sure if you can hear me, Miss, but I don't want you panickin' when you wake up. A friend a mine here if takin' you to Onderon. He'll be ditchin' ya out front of a hospital, whether you're a wake or not. Though for his sake I'm hopin' you'll still be out for a couple more hours. Real sorry 'bout the head. No hard feelins 'bout threatenin' to kill me... Or tryin' to kill me... Or swearin' you'll hunt me and down and kill me. You go in there, let them doctors patch ya back up, you've got to have a concussion, no good runnin' 'round with that untreated. Be good for Kerin, and stay off Shogun."
He took a long last look at the woman and then, brushing off his hands left her. Outside money exchanged hands, Kerin kept his questions to himself and, hopefully, would follow directions.
With a single glance as the ship took off Me'allo breathed a long sigh of relief. Hopefully he'd never see that woman again.
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Danee
Not good at showing up
161 posts
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It's doing the same thing, over and over and over and over again, expecting things to change.
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last online Jun 4, 2018 0:35:43 GMT -5
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Feb 2, 2015 6:05:14 GMT -5
Post by Danee on Feb 2, 2015 6:05:14 GMT -5
The Echani didn't struggle, didn't move, she practically didn't even breathe during the trip towards the location where the Jedi was going to meet his friend and ship her off the planet. As the Jedi spoke to her while she was out cold, she could somewhat hear him, his words reached her, but at the time she couldn't understand them. Everything in her head was in chaos during the trip to the ship where she'd eventually be shipped off with.
As Me'allo set her down inside the cargo hold on the ship she could hear him speak to her once again before he left the ship and closed the Cargo hold. After what felt like seconds for her she woke up, another splitting headache and this time, she was no longer on the planet Shogun. The Echani blinked several times as she looked around to try and focus her vision and get rid of the blur that covered her eyes. She felt extremely sick, her hands tied together once again, this time a lot tighter than before. She took a few deep breaths, trying to get the feeling to pass, but it didn't pass, instead it caused her to feel worse. Throwing up what she had eaten earlier during the day out onto the floor of the Cargo hold, which caused the man who the Jedi had hired to get her off the planet come look at her.
She groaned and leaned back against the cargo hold wall, turning her head slowly towards him. "W...wh...where... are..." The Echani started. "Where are we? About an hour or so from Onderon, why?" The Mandalorian said and looked at the Echani. Litin groaned and closed her eyes, going from Mandalorian space to Republic space was perfect for a Sith. "Un...tie me... please..." she groaned and leaned against one stack of palettes, looking like someone who had been sick for a few days. The Mandalorian just shook his head and looked at her. "Nope, not happe-" His sentence was cut off by her throwing up again, coughing afterwards as she panted, trying to regain her breath.
"P...please?..." her question was followed by a couple of coughs. He sighed and looked down at her, in her current state, she was no match for anyone, he thought and shrugged. "Fine..." he sighed and walked up to her, reaching behind her to untie the knots which kept her hands together. After a minute or so the knots where removed and she could finally stand, or lean against the palette for a couple of seconds. "T...tha..nks.." She groaned and coughed slightly, catching her breath from the puking and coughing as he shook his head and turned around to leave the Cargo Hold, it seemed that they were closer to Onderon than she thought.
Raising her hand she ignored the pain in the back of her head along with the nausea and focused the force around his neck, stopping his air supply. "I'm... sorry.. you seem like.. a nice guy... your luck, just ran out though..." She said and held her grip on the force around his neck, choking him.
As he struggled to breathe she shook her head and tightened it further, it didn't take much longer for him to stop, but, to be sure, she held him airborne for almost two minutes longer just to make sure he was dead before dropping him. Litin was panting heavily and felt like she was going to throw up a third time, but she held it in as she stumbled past the dead mandalorian into the cockpit, taking charge of the ship.
Though she did not change the route, instead she set the ship down on Onderon and stumbled out of it. Almost collapsing in front of a few other civilians they called for help. "H...he... att...ack..ed... m...e" Litin panted heavily, she was used to lying and with the help of her visual state, the civilians and the Police which now had arrived on the scene bought her lie. The Police walked into the ship to make sure that there wasn't anyone else inside it, finding the dead Mandalorian as well as two puddles of vomit inside the Cargo bay. It didn't take long for a Medical team to arrive at the scene, placing Litin upon a stretcher then carrying her off towards the shuttle then to the Hospital to treat her wounds.
This day, sucked.
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Five days later Litin was discharged from the Hospital, a stitch going across her temple where she had hit the ground as well as a stitch in the back of her head where the Jedi on Shogun had hit her with the back of his Rifle.
After making her way to the Police station she got 'her' ship back along with a few well wishes. She made her way to the ship and walked inside, the dead Mandalorian was gone as well as the vomit, the ship didn't smell that bad after the police had cleaned it out.
Now, she was going to return to Shogun, she had a date with a certain Jedi.
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