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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 17, 2011 23:11:13 GMT -5
Pain, never failing, never ceasing, unending pain. It constantly wracked through her entire form, breaking through even the thick ice of Unconsciousness like a pick through paper. Even in a coma, Cassandra could feel the burning, piercing, odd sensations, deep in her chest.
Eventually, more than simple pain broke through the feelings, the pain subsiding finally but leading into different sensations, all coalescing together, painting a picture as each sense came into play once more, her mind finding some manner of focus through the fuzzy haze of a period of rest gone far longer than usual.
The warmth of lights from above, bathing her pale skin. The sound of an air recycling system, bringing dry air into the room, cracking and chapping her lips. The taste of her dry mouth. The smell of stale smoke.
An odd pressure, against her neck...vibrating ever so softly.
Yet, as she strained, the Force wouldn't come to her, refused to allow her sight into this strange environment. It was horror-inducing, as she realized that her Arms were bound, at wrist and elbow, her legs as well. Straining against the bonds, a surge of pain flooded through her nerves like lightning in her veins.
Personally... a soft, drawling voice came from her left, I wouldn't be movin' too much if I were you. You were real hurt, and that there collar's set to blow yer head plum off iffin you struggle too too much. the voice continued, causing Cassandra to draw breath sharply, her tongue touching her lips ever so gingerly, feeling the cracks in her skin.
Wh....where am I? she asked, her voice cracked and barely audible, her throat crying out for moisture as she shifted her toes, confused, scared and feeling alone. Completely cut off from the Force, at least for now. What have you done to me? she added, her head feeling woozy as she tried to clear it as best as she could.
The man's reply was a long time in coming, he stood, smirking down at the emaciated girl, shaking his head slowly. Yer on a Planet you never shoulda come to he told her, his voice barely concealing disgust. You think we don't know what yer staff is for real? We know. Yer drugged, restrained. You won't be leavin' till we get some Questions answered, you little poodoo stain. he said, leaning in close enough that she could smell the rotting meat that he had stuck in his molars, making her gag.
The gagging, of course, brought on the coughing, and the coughing brought up blood, and pain, yet...it was liquid on her throat, so even through the pain, she forced herself to stop, her throat bobbing as she held back the coughs.
... ... It took some time ta get you healthy agin, Hope yer worth it dumplin. Otherwise we won't just dump you on the street...we'll let you die the man threatened. This was too easy, scaring an emaciated, sickly girl, but before the plan had gone wrong, she had been talking, she was the one who stuck out, like a sore thumb on a Gungan. She was the key to the Revolution, and if they could unlock her...They'd finally succeed. One Girl's life? Nothing compared to their idea of freedom.
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 18, 2011 18:14:51 GMT -5
The pain had returned, shortly after the man's spoken threats, badly enough that the poor girl had fallen unconscious once more, her mind and body unable to handle the sensations that wracked her form. Two trips into Korriban's Dust-filled air had wreaked havoc upon her internal organs, namely her lungs, and her breathing, even in a body's naturally-healing rest cycle, was short and ragged. Even still, as she slept, the drugs that restrained her mind fell back, weakening their grasp on her systems, allowing her mind some amount of ability.
As she awoke again, the thought of time crossed her mind, curious as to how long she'd been here, how long she'd been unconscious. As the Force allowed her sight once more, she could sense more than before. The cold of the table beneath her body, the feel of a simple gown which covered her form...and the presence of the man from before.
Awake agin? he asked. Guess it's true wha' they say about you Jedi, huh? he added, his tone harsh and sarcastic, as though wishing that Cassandra would try something, just so he could get a laugh. Bet yer wonderin' how we'd know that? We found yer fancy little stick missy, n'only a Jedi could have sommat like that, yea? So you're going to talk he told her, moving closer.
Through the Force, Cassandra could see, sort of. Truthfully, she saw more through absence than presence, as lifeforms tended to glow, and where there wasn't a glow, there would be either nothing, or something that hadn't been alive. Small things tended to just glow a little in her mind's eye, giving a faint shape to the world around her, while smarter, stronger beings would shine like a lantern in the world.
Her lips cracking open again, she took another ragged breath, wishing only for something to drink, and got her wish as a few drops of water dripped from a bottle above her, held by the man. Oh yea, I bet you're thirsty he told her, smirking evilly, Just remember, you're only gonna be kept alive s'long as you're useful to us tho, so don't get use to it he added, his accent horrendous.
Nodding slowly, Cassandra sighed a little. What do you want to know? she croaked, resigning herself to her fate. She couldn't see anything beyond the present, which she resented, but the drugs appeared to have a longer term affect on her foresight, and...well, if this was how she'd live...she'd take it, the poor girl thought with an inner sigh.
Wellp...Firstly the man began, stepping back from her. We wanna know what the Jedi were doin' here, why they should care what we do with this planet, why they were tryin' to stop us... he demanded, the knowledge something he couldn't stand the wait to have.
A peal of mildly-deranged laughter left Cassandra's lips. That...that's funny she said. You fools thought that just because we had lightsabers...we were Jedi? No...the Sith wanted something from this miserable hole of a planet, and you just happened to catch the weakest member of the team. I really know nothing about what they wanted here she bragged, laughing again, which earned her a backhand to the side of her face, her jaw popping in response to the assault.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 18, 2011 23:13:37 GMT -5
"Hey now, what's 'is? You said there'd be two'a ya!"
Tsubasa kept himself from squinting, despite the harsh light that spilled through the cracked doorway into the dark back alley where he stood. "There are two of us." A simple gesture with his head motioned toward the droid riding on his shoulder. It was a little metallic dragon, with holographic dragon wings that were, at present, a bright, cheery red.
Ifrit, Tsubasa called him.
"That thing?" The doorman seemed neither amused nor impressed by Ifrit. Then again, from the half a minute Tsu had spent dealing with him, he didn't seem particularly bright either. But the position of doorman wasn't one given to a man for his intelligence. "You tryin' to tell me you wanna pass of you and some little droid as the two people you signed up as? You ain't screwin' us outta more pay for yoursel-"
"Look," Tsu cut in, his voice as flat and hard as his amber eyes, "I don't think you're in a position to make that kind of call. Now your boss has told me to come meet with him, so get out of the way before he sends someone more competent to do the job."
The doorman laughed at that. He abrubtly stood tall, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders, as if Tsu was too thick to see that he was the larger of the two men. Though that didn't make him the stronger, not that he could see much of Tsu, hidden as he was beneath the loose grey cloak that was wrapped around his shoulders. Nor did it intimidate Tsubasa.
"Now you look here, you little runt, you best run along before you get yourself in trouble."
"I'm not going anywhere," Tsu replied. His eyes narrowed dangerously. He could feel Ifrit shifting on his shoulder, could see his wings change to orange from the corner of his eye. "I hope," he want on nonchalantly, "that you aren't a representative of this group. Because you are incredibly stupid. Makes me wonder why they have you watching the door instead of cleaning the toilets."
It hit the nerve he was looking for. The big man tightened his jaw and clenched his knuckles. "You ain't too bright yourself, little man."
"Is something wrong here?"
Both men looked back at the sound of a voice from inside. Another man had arrived, and though Tsubasa didn't know who he was, he looked to be more important the doorman.
"Tell your man here to stop holding me up so I can go see your boss," he said simply, folding his arms beneath his cloak. "I've already wasted enough time here arguin' with him."
The man inside looked at Tsubasa for a moment. "You are...?"
"Tsubasa. Took up your merc help request yesterday."
Recognition flashed across the man's face. "Oh! Yes, you! He's been waiting on you. Move, Jerard, let him in. Follow me."
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So a revolution, huh?
Tsu's steps echoed quietly down the dimly-lit corridor. He'd discarded his cloak for the moment, leaving his usual clothing bare, along with the weapons he carried on his person. A light flickered as he passed beneath it.
He'd realized the group was shady the moment he took up the job, and while he tended to try to avoid such shady work, he'd taken up offers from time to time. A group of revolutionaries was more out there than even he could have expected. Revolutionaries that had no hope of setting off any sort of successful revolution, at that.
Needless to say, he didn't plan on sticking around long enough to partake in the inevitable catastrophe that would fall on all of them whenever they decided to set their plans into motion. Something had him sticking around, though.
There was a girl here. They'd captured here shortly after he arrived. He didn't know her, but he knew she was Force-sensitive, and he knew they wanted something from her. And he knew they weren't going to be kind to her.
That bothered him. Very much.
Two old doors hissed open for him as he reached them. Beyond them was a room, with a table in the center of it. A Gungan stood over her, and she spoke softly to him.
He walked a few quiet steps in and watched, looking at her. Ifrit adjusted on his shoulder, tail wrapping gently back behind Tsubasa's neck as he looked at the girl. She was small, thin. Troublingly so. Emaciated. And either she was being kept blindfolded by the cloth across her eyes or she was blind. With the Force at play, he wouldn't be surprised by either.
The Gungan slapped her.
Tsubasa hadn't paid much attention to what she'd been saying--something about not being a Jedi--but that bothered him even more.
"Hey now," he said to the Gungan, voice firm, "there's not any need for that. She's already bad off enough as is. Treat her with some respect."
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 18, 2011 23:56:46 GMT -5
A sudden brightness filled Cassandra's vision at the sudden intrusion. These men who had captured her, well, the one she'd met at least, had all been a dingy sort of Grey coloring through her limited vision, but the newcomer was...positively Radiant in comparison. Jaw still stinging from the blow, she simply turned her face away from the male above her, clenching her teeth together with a gritting sound that reverberated through her entire skull, as the man above her turned to face the other male.
Oh, tha hired help wants ta speak up? Listen, you little crapstain the Gungan said, his ears flopping about as his upper lip pulled back, revealing teeth that were a nasty shade of orange-green. I dunno who tha HELL you think ya are, but this is MY property, and I'll kill'er if I darn-well please he said, holding a small pad aloft, a bright red button on it, next to a few blue ones.
For the Force's sake, do it. Your breath is rancid Cassandra interjected with deadpan seriousness.
Whirling on her, the Gungan shook his head, closing his eyes. See what I have to deal with? the man said. I bring her into my home, protect her, have her heal'd...and she disrespects me... he said, stroking her face with the back of a finger, causing the Petite girl to cringe back in disgust. Any other woman... he continued, would be more than happy to do anything for such niceness... he added, his hand moving to Cassandra's neck, wrapping around it slowly, under the collar, supporting it upwards as he applied pressure.
And once she's been trained, she'll be just as thankful as any other street wench he said, glaring right at the Mercenary for a moment, before dropping her, the back of Cassandra's head hitting the table as she coughed violently, a trickle of deep burgundy trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Now boy...whassay you n' me talk sum bidness?
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Post by Rugs on Aug 19, 2011 11:17:31 GMT -5
Tsubasa's eyes narrowed slightly at the Gungan. Crapstain?
Little?
Whether the Gungan knew it or not, he was treading on very, very dangerous ground. His phrik-gauntleted fists tightened. And his muscles tensed slightly as he bit back his tongue; with as tightly as his clothing fit, it was noticeable, though whether the Gungan could pull his head out of his own ass enough to notice was obviously up for debate.
You better watch yourself, bud, he thought, almost glaring. I don't have any reason to be loyal to you.
But for all the will he had to flatten the stupid man's face in, he held his tongue and kept his body still. And listened. Now wasn't the time for a fight, he kept telling himself. Just nod and go along, and he could figure something out.
He was willing to do it, as much as it irked him. Until the Gungan hurt the girl again. Until he drew blood.
Tsubasa muttered softly to Ifrit in Epicant, telling him to stay alert. To his credit, the droid nodded. That was a relief; by now Tsu would've expected him to launch of and set the whole complex on fire in some over-eager display of chivalry.
"You wanna talk business?" Tsubasa rolled his neck and shrugged little bit. "How about this, then, buddy?" He walked forward with flowing, measured steps to the girl held down on the table. He stopped, looked over her sickly form and bit down some of the anger that threatened to boil up.
"I don't know what you want with this girl." A lone finger, encased in metal, extended and gently touched her face to wipe away the trail of blood that trickled from the corner of her mouth. Tsu held his hand up, looked at the dark liquid on his finger and wiped it away on the table. "But I do know one thing. You're gonna treat her right."
Now he looked up at the Gungan, speaking with a voice cold as winter's heart and eyes hard as stone. "You touch her again, and the deal's off. You and me are gonna have problems. And I sure would hate to have to hurt you too bad. Got it?"
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 19, 2011 23:30:25 GMT -5
Raising one of his leathery brows, the Gungan couldn't help save to laugh at the man's Naivete. You wish to bargain for her safety? he asked, then laughed aloud, his peals of amused sound ringing like a hoarse goose in the stale air of the room as he moved around the table, staring at the Mercenary. You don't re-a-lize the position you're in here. he added, with a bemused trace of sarcasm affecting his drawling speech.
Moving around Cassandra's gasping form, he looked down at her, then shook his head, moving to a nearby closet and removing a long, deadwood staff. From what she's said, she ain't no Jedai. But she carries this he said, depressing a button on the shaft of the walking stick, a short pink-hued blade springing to life with the familiar snap-hiss of Plasma hitting the air itself. That would make her what? A Rogue?...not with that kind of weapon, which leaves one choice, she is a Sith, not a strong one, but one who annoyed me too much already he continued, glaring at the other male. Jest...Like...you he finally said, snapping his fingers.
Around Tsubasa, the room seemed to spring into life, Hatches, doors and panels in the walls opening, Blasters of all sizes pointing through, aimed at the Girl, and at Tsubasa himself.
See, when yer as powahful as I am, and as rich, people hold ya to standards. The girl will earn me mah money, since she helped to keep the laws in place, and you...well you disrespected me, in my own house the Gungan pointed out, his teeth yellow in the grin.
I think yah re-a-lize what that means, smart boy like you he told Tsu, turning and walking past the man, to the door, which opened for him. Don't kill the girl, she can learn from this. Next time...kid, Never underestimate a Gungan Pimp he told Tsu, leaving, the Staff laying against the table...forgotten.
Yet, to Cassandra, it wasn't, not by far. She could feel the Force's power in the one who'd been so nice to her...she didn't know how strong, but she had to take the chance. Good luck she whispered, her hand moving, ever so slightly. The motion set off the Blasters apparently, as they all started to fire wildly, but it had also sent the staff flying towards Tsubasa's form.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 20, 2011 10:38:56 GMT -5
"I'm not bargaining anything," Tsubasa replied hotly. His left hand fell to the pommel of the vibroblade that hung at on his hip. He was trying very hard not to let his temper get out of control, but the more the Gungan flapped his lips, the harder it became. Already he could feel the tattoos his teacher had given him start to feel cool against his face, could feel the calming effect worked into them through the Force trying to ease him. But today was not the day, and this time was not the time for it.
"I'm telling you how things are going to be."
If you don't want problems. But you're too full of yourself to listen, aren't you?
Yeah, he was. He kept talking. But as he spoke, he did show something of interest. A staff, made of simple wood. It looked like any other staff, until he pressed a button and a short, pink blade of plasma erupted from the end of it. Tsu's eyebrows rose in spite of himself. There wasn't any mistaking what that was.
It was a lightsaber.
"That would make her what? A Rogue?...not with that kind of weapon, which leaves one choice, she is a Sith...."
Tsubasa's amber eyes fell on the small girl held down to the table. The Gungan was heard, but not listened to as he continued to talk. Could it be true? Was the girl Sith? It was possible, but there wasn't time to consider.
Especially not with doors all around the room popping open and guns coming out to point at him.
"Tsubasa..." Ifrit said quietly, standing up on Tsu's shoulder. His spread his holographic wings threateningly. Now they were black as the deepest depths of space.
"I know, Ifrit," Tsu muttered quietly in Epicant, ignoring the Gungan's megalomania-filled speech. "Hold on until I give you word, alright?"
The Force was already flowing into the Matukai as he glanced around at the men that lined the walls of the room. Taking on so many by himself might prove to be a challenge, but it was doable-even more so with Ifrit's help. Just have to be sure to keep the girl safe. Gotta keep stray bolts from hitting her.
"Get ready Ifrit."
"Don't kill the girl, she can learn from this. Next time...kid, Never underestimate a Gungan Pimp."
Tsu snorted roughly, but didn't say anything. They'd talk soon enough about underestimating people. Once the lackeys were dealt with.
Everything that happened next happened very quickly. The girl waved her hand, whispered him luck, and sent the staff flying toward him. The men made final adjustments to their aim and opened fire. Tsubasa held his hands out to either side of him, and with a rush of the Force, created a blue dome of protective energy that covered himself and the table with the girl on it. Blaster bolts hit it harmlessly as he snatched the staff out of the air.
Safe. For now. He couldn't just stand there and let them keep shooting at him, lest they wear him down and take him out. "Go, Ifrit!"
The Familiar laughed triumphantly and spread his inky wings. With a crouch and a mighty leap, he was airborne and shot off like a little silver rocket.
Either the goons didn't notice him, with their single-minded assault on Tsubasa, or they didn't think him a threat. Either way, it was a costly mistake as Ifrit slipped from the sanctuary of Tsubasa's shield and opened his mouth.
Everything the droid did was powered by technology. But as some of the chemical stored within his body was sprayed into the air and burst into a wall of flame, Ifrit looked like nothing less than the dragons from myths and legends of old. And that was when the fools realized their mistake, moments before the fire fell on them and cooked them alive.
Not satisfied to stay in one place, Ifrit flew off through the air again before the chemical had even finished killing the first cluster of men. He yelled some kind of taunt at them before he tore through the air over some of them and rained down a line of fire onto them. Then he flew up and away, pin-wheeling his way to a catwalk that hung over head for cover as the men turned their fire on him.
Back inside his shield, Tsubasa set the staff back down by the table. "Thank you for giving me the chance to use it," he said softly, under the screams of burning men. "But if a lightsaber is as personal as I've heard, it's your weapon. And besides, I have my own weapon of choice."
A quick tug of the Force snapped one of the weapons on his hip to his hand. It looked like an oddly-shaped sword with a long hilt and an overly-fat pommel. But it wasn't a sword. Not at all. Tsu stood straight, slashed at the air with the weapon and gave a twist of his wrist.
The thing extended to a pole arm, one two meters long. The staff was beautifully worked, and the pommel was a heavy, rounded counterweight. "I'll make this quick." He promised, and the shield fell.
Ifrit gave another cry from over head and dived through the air, shooting short bursts of fire the exploded when they hit the ground. The room was starting to fill with the smell of burning flesh, and it was hot. Ifrit's chemical was like a naplam, only worse; it kept burning after impact, and it burned on virtually anything. Tsubasa was dimly aware that they wouldn't have long before the fire likely burned the building down. Even more incentive to act quickly.
Tsubasa was fast acting on his own power; when he truly, truly wished to move with all the speed or agility he could muster, there were very, very few people in the Galaxy that could keep up with him. But when the Force fueled his muscles as it did now, he very nearly became a blur of dangerous motion. And that was how he fell on one poor lout who was too busy trying to shoot Ifrit to pay attention to his surroundings.
Tsu was simply, there, and hit the man in the back of the neck with the shaft of his wan-shen, then flowed into a sweeping low kick that took his legs out from beneath him before the heavy weighted end of the weapon found the center of his back between his shoulder blades and slammed him to the ground.
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 20, 2011 18:59:56 GMT -5
The light that was Tsubasa in Cassandra's mind, in a split second, became a blur, his form moving about the room, wreaking havoc with his aerial companion assisting. He'd given back her Saberstaff, but it was fairly useless, considering the lack of mobility that she had currently. Perhaps the male would remember the collar once he was done being preoccupied, at least she hoped he would. So, Cassandra lay there, the action around her sounding so promising, the screams and squeals of dying men filling the air, the scents of burnt flesh and the iron tang of blood filling her nose.
For a short while now, The Force had been revealing more and more of it's gifts to Cassandra's mind. Free from eyes, she had always been able to see more clearly than most humans, and even now, through the haze of what was left of the drugs in her system, she could see a problem. That fire, whatever it used to ignite was apparently strong enough that the building they were in, mostly natural materials, was weakening around them. That vile excuse for an Amphibian had fled, taking his escorts and going, but they were most positively still here, and she could feel the heat of the flames lapping about her, even though none came close.
Her heart began to thud in her chest, faster than it usually would, the roar of blood in her ears drowning out any other sounds as the adrenalin in her body responded to the situation. It was a classic, Fight or flight, but with neither options open to the poor girl. She couldn't move to run, lest the explosive collar detonate, nor could she fight, for much of the same reasons, much less her complete lack of skill in anything worthwhile in a combat situation.
Wincing, she drew back, pulling her sight close, blocking off the world around her, prodding and pulling at the Force as she thought rapidly, not knowing if she'd even be heard in this chaos. Run she broadcast, the voice of her mind panicking just as badly, if not worse. The fire was doing it's job, wonderfully, and the heat in the room had started to rise to levels that her skin could barely tolerate, already, her pale and translucent skin had started to flush.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 20, 2011 21:35:58 GMT -5
Another blow of his wan-shen's weighted end, another man down before him. One of the thugs leapt at Tsubasa from behind, thinking to club him in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle while the Matukai's attention was elsewhere, but he was in for a nasty surprise. With movements smooth the finest Alderaanian silk, Tsu ducked below the blow and pivoted around to face the attacker. He pressed himself up and forward, using the coiled muscles in his legs for an explosive burst of power. And as he did, so too did his gauntleted fist, right into the stomach of his stunned assailant. Before the thug, who found himself suddenly winded and in extraordinary pain, could even hunch all the way over, the shaft Tsu's wan-shen cracked into his face, slamming into the bridge of his nose with a loud crunch and sending him reeling back. From there all it took was a hard kick to the chest, and Tsu sent him reeling further until a wall caught him and he collapsed in a heap.
Another man down. Tsu'd lost count of how many that made, and he didn't particularly care. The only thing that mattered was that the fire was spreading, and he and the girl were running out of time.
He'd fought well, tearing through the Gungan's hired thugs with a relentless fury. Ifrit's assault had done well to thin their numbers and weaken their morale. Watching a single man with only a pole arm tear through their number had crushed it for what few were left alive or able to fight.
Well, most of them. Some were well trained, stubborn, stupid, or some combination of the three and kept fighting while their partners cowered or even ran away. They were the ones that were making things difficult, and not for their prowess--or relative lack thereof--in combat. But he was dealing with them swiftly, methodically.
Still for all the ease he dealt with them, he hadn't gone completely unharmed. A stray blaster bolt had grazed his side, and another the edge of his thigh. It wasn't anything to worry about, but they did hurt a bit. Just something to take care of later.
Once the girl was safe.
Over some of the roaring flames, Tsubasa saw a gun level at him. His hand shot out as the plasma seared a path through the air between him and the goon, and every shot was knocked harmlessly away as he called on the Force to deflect them. A metal blur zipped down from the ceiling.
Ifrit.
There was a yell, some stumbling from the man and the glint of Ifrit rising into the air again before a tiny burst of flame fell from him. Another one down.
"Ifrit!" Tsubasa yelled, speaking once again in Epicant, "get to her! I'll take care of the rest! Get that collar off her!"
"Roger!" the little dragon-droid called back, and off he went, landing by Cassandra's side to carefully begin his inspection of the thing clasped 'round her neck.
While Ifrit worked, Tsu readied himself for further combat, ignoring the sweat that darkened his clothing and made some of his hair cling to his head. With calm, steady breaths, he focused in on his body, started to lower the temperature to adjust...
And then he looked up and blinked in surprise when he heard the sound of frenzied footsteps.
The goons were running. Fleeing. Retreating. The ones that could, anyway. He didn't know what caused it, but he wouldn't complain.
Instead, he hurried over to the table to see Ifrit standing with his front two legs propped gently against the girl, and his interface connector picking at the lock on the device.
"You got it, Ifrit?" Tsu asked, looking around to make sure the fire wasn't getting in the way of an escape route for them.
"I believe I will in a moment, yes." Ifrit's wings twitched where they were folded on his back. "The control is more complex than expected. And it's rigged with explosives."
"Jeez," Tsu hissed through his teeth. "What kinda-"
The collar clicked and fell open. "Got it." Ifrit didn't attempt to hide any of the smugness in his voice. Tsu would remark on it later.
"Alright," he said softly to the girl. "I'm gonna get you outta here. We don't have a lotta time so forgive me if it gets a little rough."
He had to collapse his wan-shen again and put it at his hip, if he was going to be able to get her staff out. Then he leaned down and picked her up. She was light. Surpsingly so, even despite his body's natural strength. She was too light. But there wasn't anything to do for it, so he gently took her in a carry over the one of the pauldrons on his shoulder and picked up her staff. Ifrit jumped up to his other shoulder, and Tsu started to move. It was time to get out of there.
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 23, 2011 20:41:44 GMT -5
The freedom of an unworried breath, it seemed like the greatest of things that Cassandra could feel at that moment, and as the collar around her neck clicked free, so did the a mountain of worry that had placed itself squarely upon her shoulders. Apparently, even though the small birdy-thing was hard to make out for her senses...it was pretty darn useful, especially considering the fact that it had just hacked the collar right off. Around her, Cassandra could still hear the battle, but as she sat up, coughing, the memory of why, perhaps, taking too deep of a breath was a bad idea, came back to her...forcefully.
Picked up bodily by the male, she sighed a little. Not like being tossed around like an exceptionally light sack of flour was a degrading thing or anything like that. No chance in hell. Still, it was a way out of the Horridly-burning building, apparently the small flying thing's flamethrowers worked their job a little too well, smoke tainting the air and flames licking at the linen dress that she had been dressed in.
In a way, Cassandra was glad. Nothing on her had burnt, thankfully this included her bandanna. She could just imagine the trouble that she would have cleaning ashes from her empty eyesockets. Still though, this bouncing and bumping around was making it a little hard for her to avoid touching Tsu. She wasn't sure how well her powers were working right now, but...she didn't need to see anything, not today. With how her day was going, anything like that would probably just leave her in tears for a month.
I'm guessing there's no chance of slowing down? Cassandra asked feebly, her voice shaky from the motion, stomach already in knots from earlier. I'd really hate to redecorate your back, what with you being so nice and all she added as they moved further and further away from the epicenter of the flaming building. The heat was easing up, and thankfully, she could breathe a little easier now, finally.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 25, 2011 11:51:39 GMT -5
It was an easy thing to for Tsubasa to start moving out of the burning complex once he had the girl on his shoulder. She was light. Very light; couldn't have been much over one hundred pounds, if even that much. That was a blessing, for the situation, even though the Matukai was strong enough to handle much more.
It was also a troubling indication of how poor the girl's health might be. And now that she was on his shoulder and he had an arm wrapped around her to keep some semblance of steadiness about her, he could feel how thin and frail she was.
Troubling insight indeed.
The belly of a burning building was a poor place to worry about or take the time to look into such things, however, so Tsubasa carried the girl as lightly as he could while still making sure she was secure and soldiered on.
Ifrit's chemical had done its job marvelously. A little too marvelously. The attackers had fled for the time being, but the fire was spreading quickly through the center of the building, and burning bright and hot. Smoke filled the air, and even though Tsubasa was not a very tall man, in was starting to cloud his vision. But he had the Force to guide him, and with his mastery over his body it was simple to slow and control his breathing and make the clean air he took in last longer. He knew the girl didn't have the same luxury, however, which is why he rushed ahead as quickly as he dared, and jumped ahead when a beam fell out of the ceiling behind him fell in a jumble of smoke and glowing embers.
At least we're outpacing the fire, he thought with cautious optimism as the air started to clear and the heat faded a bit. For the moment.
"I'm guessing there's no chance of slowing down?"
Against his better judgement, Tsubasa slowed his half-jogging to a walk, and then came to a complete stop for a moment. He was fine, but the girl...
"I'd really hate to redecorate your back, what with you being so nice and all."
Tsu chuckled in spite of himself. "Yeah, that wouldn't be real pleasant." He started to walk again, his pace obviously hurried but not so quick as it had been. He made certain to listen to the Force's currents for warnings of danger. "I know it's a little rough. Just trying to get us both outta here before the place falls down on us or we get burned to death." A morbid chuckle slipped from him at the thought. "Heard it's not the best way to go."
After a moment of fast walking, he moved pack into his light jog, making an effort to keep his movements as smooth as he could as he turned a corner into a hallway that would take them to the entrance he'd come in through.
"Name's Tsubasa, by the way. Call me Tsu. And the little guy on my shoulder over there.."
"I," Ifrit cut in with a proud stroke of his holographic wings, "am REA Unit #10. Tsubasa calls me Ifrit."
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 25, 2011 19:42:09 GMT -5
The Force, it seemed was telling Cassandra more and more, almost as though she were being rewarded for the loss of sight for her time spent imprisoned and drugged. Before, people had been a mystery to her, mostly because she lacked the ability to read faces in the slightest. Now, however, she could feel the emotions of the man who carried her, not strongly, but enough that she could tell how he felt. Tsu was worried, anxious and apparently in agreement with Cassandra about needing to be out of there.
When he finally introduced himself, it seemed so inane, such mindless chatter really wouldn't help get them out of the building...then the City, or even off-planet. People, however, she thought to herself, were comforted by such things. Nodding her head a little, she accepted the introductions. "I'm sure your flying thing is very nice to have a good name like that. Wish I could see it" she added nonchalantly before sighing. "Cassandra" she said finally, hating the way her name rolled from her tongue, the way it felt against her teeth and lips.
Then she remembered. How it had slipped her mind for this long, she didn't know, but it wouldn't do to have an...attack, not right now. "Once we get outside" she said, her voice becoming forceful in it's own way, despite her weakened state. "Put me down, carefully. Don't ask now, it's a long story, but don't touch my skin, whatever you do, alright?" she gave in way of explanation, shuddering a little. It really wouldn't do to have Tsu being so nice to her, only to have his death revealed by the emaciated shell of a girl. At least that's how She figured.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 25, 2011 23:50:44 GMT -5
Cassandra, her name was. It was good name, Tsubasa decided. "Pretty name," he muttered as he stopped at the point where one hall intersected their current path. A quick feeling out through the Force, a brief glance around the corner. Nothing. Coast was clear. He moved on.
Already the door to the outside was coming into view. That was their gateway to freedom, and her pathway to safety. Beyond it there were still questions, though. Where would the girl go from here? There was still the matter of the Gungan, unless he'd fled completely.
And then there's what he said, he said, slowing his walk as he came closer to the door. If she's really a Sith or not. And what a bunch of so called 'revolutionaries' would want with her. The thought occurred to him that he'd saved the planet's security forces a few annoying minutes of having to put down the 'revolution,' if it had ever been destined to start. It made him chuckle.
"Once we get outside. Put me down, carefully. Don't ask now, it's a long story, but don't touch my skin, whatever you do, alright?"
The sudden strength in her voice surprised Tsubasa, but he nodded and grunted his understanding, though the request to not touch her skin was odd, to say the very least. "Alright, long as it's clear." Though part of him did wonder if the girl could stand on her own with the state she was in.
When he reached the door, he stopped and slowly cracked it open. "Ifri," he muttered softly to the droid on his shoulder, "scout outside. Thermal scan to see through the mist and check to see if we're clear.
"And don't go setting something on fire out there. This building burning will be bad enough."
"Certainly, Tsubasa," said Ifrit, and then he darted out the door and into the dark alley beyond.
As Tsubasa stood there, waiting, he shifted the girl he held on his shoulder slightly. So many questions. And a lack of proper time to find answers.
He heard something collapse further in the building. The fire was still spreading.
Hurry up, Ifrit...
Then, as if summoned by thought, the REA's head appeared, sticking out from the side of the door where he'd perched. "The immediate area is safe, Tsubasa."
"Good." Hefting the staff and adjusting Cassandra, he stepped out through the door and shut it behind him. The street was as misty as it'd been when he arrived.
"Alright, still gonna set you down," he muttered to her as he moved down the way and around a corner, "just gotta get away from that building..."
Once he was properly satisfied that they'd gone a safe distance, he was as good as his word. He told Ifrit to keep watch again, and warn of anything that looked like an approaching threat. Then he set Cassandra's staff against the wall and took her in his hands to set her down, though he kept ready to assist her if looked like she needed it.
"There... Looks like we're in the clear. For the moment. Much as I'd like to break the Gungan's face in, I think it might be smart to get outta here. Though that brings the question to mind..." he paused for a brief moment, looking at her, "Do you have anywhere to go? Any friends, any way off world? Anything?"
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 27, 2011 1:49:31 GMT -5
Once her feet hit the ground again, Cassandra scrabbled for the relative safety of her saberstaff, feeling it's heavy, rough-hewn shaft as as sense of security washed over her like a prevailing wind or a high tide. Yet, still...she was on Umgul. How long had it been since the mission, how long had she been out of commission... and did it really matter?
For her whole life, she'd been either ignored, or lavished with attention. She wanted for neither, but somehow always ended up with one or the other. With her parents, it was neglect, until she'd saved their lives. With her brother...it was neglect, until he needed her. The Sith themselves, well, they had simply left her there on the planet to die, so why hold any sort of Allegiance to them? If any of the Lords truly wished for her to be with them, they would find her.
Which, of course, led into Tsubasa's questions. Did she have anywhere to go? Not particularly, she began, not really feeling like dedicating the energy it cost to be overly conversational. The idea of me having friends is laughable, and I'm an under 100-pound blind girl, what kind of ship would I have? she asked him, sighing a little as she shook her head, unnaturally-white hair shaking in limp little cascades around her face.
I had maybe 50 credits in my pouch, but that's burnt to a crisp now, so yeah...I got nothing. By the way, don't think I told you before this. I'm blind, how's it going? she asked, voice filled to the brim with sarcasm as she started to hobble away from him, stomach complaining with each step. Sky above, she was starving. That was odd in and of itself!
Listen, thanks for the help, sorry your job didn't work out for you. I'm going to go dig through some trash for something to eat, you worry about getting yourself off planet. she told Tsu, not wanting to seem rude, but not wanting to impose on the man any longer.
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Post by Rugs on Aug 30, 2011 20:01:57 GMT -5
Nothing? Tsubasa looked at Cassandra's slowly-retreating back, fighting down a flash of surprise that her answer sent running through his mind. No family, no friends... No ship.
Nothing.
It was a sobering thing to think about. But, as the Matukai looked at this small, slender girl, the thought arrived that maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising. He'd seen people like her before. None had been so bad off looking in appearance, but he'd seen the type. Thin, sickly, and with emaciated bodies that looked more at place lying in a morgue than walking the streets with breath yet in their bodies.
And here was she, a young girl who had the Force for aid, but was still weak and in need of care, if his years of studying and working with the body were anything to go by. She might have even been pretty, had she not been so gaunt.
There's still that group too, or whatever remains of them, he mused, looking back toward the building they'd just fled. It was hard to see much of anything through the fog, but he thought he caught a glimpse of black smoke rising up to the sky over the roof of the building they stood in the shadow of. Or the Gungan. She can't go back to them; not telling what they'd try after her escape.
So she had no one to call a friend and no place to go. Tsu's brow knitted as he thought. What options does that leave here?
He was afraid that he knew one answer as soon as he asked himself the question.
"Cassandra," he called after she'd taken a few steps away from him, "wait." Sighing lightly, he took a few steps toward her to close the distance between them a few short feet. "Look, if you don't have anywhere else to go, I can help you out. I have a ship of my own and the only person I work for is myself, outside the occasional job to get some money."
Tsubasa felt Ifrit shift on his shoulder to look down on him, but he ignored the little droid for the moment; the Vagabond was his after all, and if he knew the little dragon on his shoulder as well as he thought he did, there wouldn't be any problems. Ifrit was fiery, but generally rather personable. Or he tried to be, anyway.
"I've got plenty of food," he went on, "and there's room for you to move in if you want it."
He shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he studied her, and folded his arms over his muscled chest. There was one more reason he thought it might be good for her to come with him; the problem was that he wasn't entirely certain how touchy she might have been about her physical condition.
Well, there couldn't be any harm in offering a helping hand, right?
"And, if you'd like," he said, choosing his words carefully, "I can do what I can to help get you into better health. The body and taking care of it is a specialty of mine, I guess you could say.
"Course, it's all up to you. Just making an offer." Tsubasa allowed himself a smile just small enough to turn up the corners of his lips and a soft, restrained chuckle. "But I couldn't leave you here all alone without at least making the offer."
For a few short moments he stood, watching her, wondering what she'd say in answer. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to expect, but at least he'd asked. As he stood there, awaiting an answer with arms still folded, another thought bounded cross his mind.
"And if you don't mind me asking," he started slowly, "you were pretty... adamant, I guess, about me not touching your skin. Is there a particular reason why? Anything I can help with?"
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Post by 10Tickler on Aug 31, 2011 19:35:56 GMT -5
She had almost done it, almost gotten away without garnering pity. Alas! Fate was cruel to the poor girl, and as she heard his words, she sighed. How...how did she want to handle this. He'd gotten his answers, why would he press it? Why would he continue to take pity on her?
In a way, she wished he hadn't shown up...she could have finally died there on that table.
Whirling, her body seemed to nearly float as she moved back towards him, tension in her face making her mood easy to read, despite the thick silk that covered her upper face. "Oh yes" she hissed. "I know your kind, Happy-slappy mister hero, right? You've saved me from the big bad idiot, and now you just want to help me. I get it" she continued, "I'm frail, weak, god, look at me hard enough and you're liable to break a bone! Right?!" she pushed, her question completely rhetorical.
"So you just want to save my life and feed me and make me all better, that's so sweet of you" she hissed, now within five feet of the Man, moving as though the blindfold weren't there at all. "But what are you going to do when I'm more broken than you can imagine? When you have no idea how badly I hurt, right here?" she pushed, still not wanting an answer, but wanting to make a point as she poked at her own cranium.
Turning away from him, Cassandra could almost scream out of Frustration, men were so infuriating, constantly. Her brother, his little friends. None of them realized how hard it really was for the poor girl, cursed as she was. "No, I get it, I get it completely. How did such a weak little girl get to join the Sith, right?" she suddenly said, turning back on him, moving right up to his face. "That's fine, I can get that being a good question!" she added, grinning in a manner entirely too creepy as she took a step back.
"Let me tell- no wait, let me SHOW you why" she hissed, her speech venomous, dripping from her lips as she dropped her staff, letting it clatter to the ground as she raised her hands to her face. Taking a deep breath, she placed her fingers beneath the silk, lifting it, yet keeping her eyes covered by her hands until the silk was completely gone. Then, the girl leaned in again, face angled so Tsubasa could get a good look. "Peek-a-boo" she said, pulling her hands away and revealing the empty, soulless sockets where her eyes should have been. There was nothing, simple blackness, but it gave the feeling that if one were to shine a light, they could see grey back there, somewhere in the dark.
"Yeah, life's a witch, innit?" she asked, grinning still as her brow wiggled. "So instead of eyes, the FRACKING Force lets me see through it. But I see so much more than what's around me. Oh no, I see the past, the Future, like so many winding roads wrapping around me, and whenever I've let someone touch me? I see death, riding on his pale white horse and taking them. I see their very soul ripped from their body as it's destroyed on this wretched plane" she explained. "Still want to risk touching me? That's fine, another death shouldn't mess my head up too too badly" she insisted, reaching out and Grabbing each side of Tsubasa's face, pulling his own head to touch hers, to feel the clammy cool of her skin.
A moment passed, then another, finally...Cassandra released Tsu's hand, their skin breaking contact.
"I....why can't I see anything?" she asked, her voice suddenly sounding very weak as she sighed, dropping to her knees and pulling the silk back down. "I'm...I'm just so tired of being used. Cassandra, tell me this, show me that, who's that there?" she continued exasperatedly. "I'm tired of following like a dog, but that's just what I am, a Mongrel, a Mutt who's worthless without this stupid cursed gift...I'm tired. I'm so tired"...
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Post by Rugs on Sept 9, 2011 11:46:12 GMT -5
{I'm doing this on like three hours of sleep >_> I hope it's alright}
He knew the moment she spun on her heel that something was wrong.
Though he hadn't a clue what he'd done wrong, Tsubasa braced himself for the storm that seemed so likely to break as something in the girl suddenly shifted or snapped. And break it did.
She was angry. That was pretty obvious from the first few words that left her lips in a venomous hiss. But why? He'd done nothing to her, had no intention to do anything but help if she allowed it. A frown pulled his lips slightly downward as she went on and on. Why is she so mad at me when all I want to do is help?
That thought was pushed aside for a moment when she raised a hand to lift up the silk strap that covered her eyes. Tsubasa could keep his cool for many things, but his eyebrows shot up and his mouth worked for words at the sight of what lay hidden behind the silk. Where there should have been eyes, there was darkness. Nothing. Holes.
It was incredibly disturbing, and sent a chill rolling down his spine.
"I can't even imagine..." he muttered below his breath, in barely more than a wordless whisper.
But she wasn't done. No, she reached up and took his head in her hands and before he could fully get what was going on, she pressed her forehead to his. She'd said something about being able to see through time, to see things that had already happened, and to glimpse at a future that was still waiting to unfold.
Is that what she was doing with him? As those lifeless, empty sockets peered into his soul, where they seeing his beginning? Where they learning of his end?
In that brief moment where their skin touched, Tsubasa knew he would be a lying to himself if he said he didn't find any of it unsettling. It was. Very much so.
But maybe things were different this time. She let him go, and she hadn't seen anything. Maybe whatever they drugged her with his still clouding her vision, he thought as he took a calming breath.
For a few moments, even after she finished talking and pulled the silk back down over her eyes, Tsubasa stood, watching her. Thinking. It dawned on him that she wasn't mad at him, or if she was, the crux of her anger wasn't on him directly. As far as he could tell, she was hurting, and he couldn't blame her.
But how could he help her? A hurting body, he knew how to work with. A physical wound could be addressed with methods with which he was familiar, including the use of the Force or more natural means.
A hurting soul, though? What can I do for that?
He sighed heavily, shoulders drooping a bit, and looked at her solemnly. "Cassandra, listen..." Words. He needed words. But what could he say to that? "I never could have known about... the things you see. I admit I guessed you were blind from the blindfold, but I didn't have a clue about your... condition.
"All I can say is this: A few minutes ago, when I first saw you strapped to that table, I didn't think that you were some person to be used or trotted around on a leash like a mutt. I saw another person being treated like nothing, and that wasn't something I would stand for."
He slowly lowered himself to crouch so that he was on her level and stayed there, forearms resting on his thighs. "I can admit, I don't know how you've managed to deal with the burden life's put on your shoulders." He snorted a brief chuckle. "Force and stars above only know I couldn't do it. But I do know this." Looking down, he slowly pulled the gauntlet from his right hand off and set it on the ground. Then he reached forward, cupped her chin with a finger, and gently lifted her face to look at his own.
"I made the offer because I want to help you, Cassandra. I can't speak for whoever else has tried to use you or abuse you in the past, but that's not what I'm here for. I'm not that kind of man. I know you're upset and angry and hurting, but life is better than what you've been through. I promise."
"And you're not worthless." He allowed himself to smile a little, and let his finger fall away from her chin. As it did, he put his hand to hers and gently guided her hand to touch the light wound on his side where the blaster bolt had grazed him. A bit of the cloth had been burned away from the heat, and the skin was tender and irritable. The feeling of her fingers pressing on it made it hurt somewhat, but he could ignore it. "If you were, I wouldn't have taken this for you. If you were, I would never have stepped in to save you."
The smile grew. "But I did. Not even knowing you could see what you can. As far as I knew, you weren't anything more than a frail girl strapped to a table.
But that didn't change anything I did, did it?"
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Post by 10Tickler on Sept 10, 2011 21:00:06 GMT -5
She didn't speak, never replied, didn't care to say anything about what her rescuer had said or was saying. It wasn't that she couldn't see him, she could, he shone brightly through the Force. No, it wasn't even that she couldn't see the pathways he could walk into the future. She simply couldn't see what she always had, couldn't abuse that one shortcut into the future that she had found, that allowed her to see someone's death. Not with him at least. Sighing, she curled herself up a little, not even wanting to be seen, knowing it was completely unavoidable at this point.
She did hurt though, he was right about that, he just didn't know how badly. Physically? Oh yes, her body was constantly sore, her lungs in such a horrible condition that at times she couldn't even really breath. She could barely walk half of the time, her muscles were so underdeveloped. The real pain? The real pain she felt came from within. From waking up every morning, wishing that she'd never been born, that she'd died at birth, anything to have been able to avoid her life. She lived in a constant cycle, between pain, driving her to anger, which she always lashed out, always hurt whoever was the closest.
When he touched her, actually reached out and touched her, his glove removed and skin pressed against hers, she let him lift her head, the lines on her face carrying despair and defeat. "May-" she began, trying to rebut feebly, but not really into it, getting cut off after the first sound from between her lips. Sighing again, as he continued, she simply thought about it, about what he was saying.
When her hand was moved, to touch the burnt fabric and singed skin, she winced ever so lightly, but visible so. From beneath her blindfold, tears began to swell, threatening to fall. Through sheer force of will, she forced them back, however, and tried to smile at him, a Foreign feeling on her face, the muscles not used to anything more than a pained grimace or maniacal laugh. "Sorry" she said, face falling into a depressed mask once more, her head still tilted up towards his.
Then she stood, pushing herself, straining her body to pull herself up the Staff that she used to support her small body's steps. "I...It's not too late to accept your offer, is it?"
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Post by Rugs on Sept 13, 2011 14:00:04 GMT -5
"There's nothing to apologize for," Tsubasa answered softly as a gentle, caring smile grew on his face. He let her hand go, let her fingers fall away from the burn on his side as she pulled away and stood to her feet once more.
As she stood, so too did he, keeping alert and ready to catch her should she suddenly need assistance. But she remained able to stand on her own two feet, with the help of her staff.
"I...It's not too late to accept your offer, is it?"
"Of course not." Tsubasa smiled again as he answered. "You're still free to come join me on the ship, and Ifrit and I would be happy to have you along." He looked up at the droid on his shoulder. "Wouldn't we?"
Ifrit, who'd been watching everything quietly for the past few minutes, nodded enthusiastically. "I would be greatly enthused to have you travel with us, Miss Cassandra. Why, one day I'll even show you how my chemic-"
"Slow down, ranger," Tsu cut in. Ifrit looked down at him innocently, to which the Matukai only shook his head and laughed. "I think she's already seen what your chemical can do just fine, Ifrit. Don't need any more demonstrations unless we're in danger."
It wasn't exactly an easy thing for a droid to mope, but Tsubasa was certain that Ifrit wilted a little at that. His sanguine wings certainly grew more dull.
"Alright, alright," he added after a moment. "We'll see about it. But don't go setting things on fire unless I tell you." That cheered the little droid right back up again. Tsu just shook his head.
"Anyway," he went on, returning his attention back to Cassandra, "I think it's time we headed to the ship. Need to get outta here before we run into any more trouble, y'know?"
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Sept 21, 2011 23:14:10 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Sept 21, 2011 23:14:10 GMT -5
It still hurt a little to walk, it always had, and probably always would, but it was what they had. Turning towards where she remembered the spaceport had been, her steps were...a little wobbly, unsure, at best. She, like always, favored her staff with each step, but still continued to push herself for a few more steps, then stopped. "Wait..." she said, her voice still soft.
"Which ship is yours?"
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