Healing Conversation [Jenno, open]

[Mara]

(((Sorry for the wait, guys.
And sorry for how lame the post is.)))



Having already switched her attention from the confrontation going on between Zarene and the stranger, along with the Sith newcomer, to her new attendant, Looma missed most of what when on next. How they took her interruption and advice, how they responded to it. But she didn't care. She had been eavesdropping anyway and probably should have stayed quiet. The Twi'lek just couldn't help it, though. Upon seeing the other woman, Looma had remembered her first meeting with Zarene when she had found her and Caleb back on Bakura. If the duo had been treated then just as this man was currently, with very little patience, Looma was not very sure that she would be Sith right now, or even alive.

That didn't matter now; let Zarene and the other Sith deal with the visitor for the moment. It wasn't her business. If they wanted her point of view, they'd ask, but until then, she'd ignore them. This new medical attendant was vaguely more interesting at the moment. The young man seemed out of place to her. Granted, there were so many workers here, and with shift changes, Looma rarely got to know everyone working in her ward. But lately it had been the same droid who would come to check on her. And right now she was curious about this one, whether he was truly supposed to be here or had snuck in somehow and had more sinister things on his mind. For now, she would wait him out, and see if she could pull any motive from him.

She nodded at his response. "All right. Well, you can I see I'm fine. My bandage is still fresh." She gestured to the tip of her right lekku which the droid had just attended a few minutes ago, replacing her bandage with a new, clean one. The man seemed nervous, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe he was just new to the job, or maybe it was because of the commotion nearby.... or maybe he was nervous because of a task he was planning on doing, to harm her. Looma's violet eyes settled on his face. "Is there anything else?"

[sparrow]

Zarene arched an amused eyebrow. "He still has the guts to lie even when I'm about to kill him. Perhaps he's not nearly as spineless as I first thought." The corner of her mouth raised slightly in a small smile. The tip of the blade moved back an inch. "You're going to have to work on making it more believable though." A long speech on how he was too sluggish to say "yes" or "no"? Seriously.

She turned slightly towards Nieraan. "Fine. You want to keep him alive, Onin? He's yours now. Have your fun, or give him to Gabby if you want. She likes that kind of thing." Now that she thought about it, she did hope that Nieraan would hand the fellow over the Gabriella for a bit. The Echani had been complaining recently of the lack of expendable prisoners to try new techniques on. Maybe now Zarene could stop hearing about it while she was trying to sleep.

[Rugs]

Nieraan snorted softly at the prisoner's excuse. It was feasible, sure, but he wasn't exactly buying it either. Who carries cargo without checking it? Then again, he cared little for the man or his reasons to be here. Ultimately, he didn't care what happened to this one, but if some fun could be had, well, he wouldn't miss it. Force knew this damned dusty old temple could be dull sometimes.

Course, now that I got myself involved, probably gonna have to deal with him anyway. Oh well. The prisoner only really had two choice, anyway. One was far more pleasant than the other.

The Force shifted slightly around them. Little ripples of apprehension ticked the edges of Nieraan's senses. He glanced behind him, turning his attention to yet another newcomer. It was a young man, one who didn't feel particularly powerful or threatening in the Force. Nieraan's eyes fell on the hand that gripped the boy's saber. And the feeling of nervousness Nieraan felt eking out, even if the other Sith was trying to hide it...

"What's wrong with you?" He looked at the other Sith over his shoulder. None of the contempt was hidden from his voice, nor was the contemptuous little smirk that found its way onto his lips. "Scared of a drugged man tied down to a bed?"

Another soft one. Nieraan returned his attention to Zarene, and to the man tied down on the bed. Force, there are too many spineless ones here. The Sith were supposed to be hard, strong. Some of the Initiates here had been more than a little disappointing, however.

"Fine. You want to keep him alive, Onin? He's yours now. Have your fun, or give him to Gabby if you want. She likes that kind of thing."

Nieraan chuckled lowly in his throat. So the stories he'd heard about Zarene's Echani friend were true, then? He wasn't surprised.

He shrugged slightly. "Well, if you insist, Yin. Not that I'm concerned about his life, but it'd be a shame to kill him before we could wring anything out of him." He looked to the prisoner, then Zarene. "Or join us. I don't really care either way.

"But if that's what's gonna happen, might as well move him to one of the cells. No need keepin' him here." He reached to start releasing one of the straps that held the man down to the bed. The Force surged within him, strong enough for anyone with a lick of Force sensitivity and half a brain in the room to feel. "Try something and I'll kill you," he muttered. It was a promise.

"Do we know where the crash site is, Yin?" He flicked yellowed eyes up to her briefly. "Could send a group out to search to see if there's any truth to his claims. If the wreckage hasn't been searched already."