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May 3, 2009 1:46:39 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on May 3, 2009 1:46:39 GMT -5
"Gladly"
Two slug throwers left his holsters as Arc's ever steady hands grabbed and pulled them out, bringing them up to point on the men firing on Ocelot. The aims trained on the bodies, Arc grinned in almost a maniacal fashion as the adernaline pumped in his veins. All over his body muscles tensed and were ready to spring as Arc perfected the initial aim. "Bye bye," was all he said before his fingers went into action on the triggers. The guns bucked against his grip as bullets ripped through the air and struck Ocelot's pursuers, felling some instantly as blood flew into the air from the entry of the ammunition.
Some of the more intelligent gunmen saw their comrades go down and immediately switched targets to Arc himself. This was the fun part. The noise of blaster fire and thrower fire filled the air as the bounty hunter ducked under bolts meant to take his head. He dodged to the right of a bolt that wouldve taken him in the ribcage and returned a bullet from Onyx, the shooter taking his shot in the chest and falling backwards some feet. How easy would it be for Arc to screw up ONCE and end it all there? For a blaster bolt to catch him on nearly any part of him, to throw him off balance and then give a chance for others to strike and fall him like he was doing to the gunmen before him.
To easy. However THAT was the exciting part. The click of a empty magazine came from Integra and Arc ducked another bolt, the blaster hitting the side of the October. "I'm not paying for that," he remarked as he quickly loaded a new clip in and resumed firing. There were still a good number of men out there shooting him when a voice came out from the open entry way of the ship. Seems like he'd be ending this unfinished.
A pity.
Arc grit his teeth in disatification as he bolted for the door. He entered quickly, turning around to hit the door button just in time to see a blaster bolt go straight for him. "SHIT," he cursed. There was no way he could dodge that. He crossed his arms in a X before his face and felt a explosion of heat and pain strike them both. The coat material smoked as he quickly hit the button and the door shot up. Slowly, Arc leaned up against the wall as his arms coursed with pain and the smell of burnt fabric came to his nose. If the coat hadnt had blaster resistant qualities, the damage would've been much more severe.
Looking down at his destroyed sleeves he put his guns back in their holsters. Not how he had wanted a gunfight to go but it did make the blood race. And he was sure as hell his arms would be feeling this for at least a few days.
(OOC: First RP as a gun as a weapon...>_>' i prefer lightsaber fight descriptions over that! And im not entirely sure what he did with the blaster is possible. Just trying to prevent him look like a unhittable Matrix agent...or something...does that make sense? Im tired -_- i need to go to bed. My apologizes if thats god moding to any degree. Im goin sleepy nao bai)
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Squee
The Keeper
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May 3, 2009 10:15:51 GMT -5
Post by Squee on May 3, 2009 10:15:51 GMT -5
Melody had to find a seat for a few moments. Her legs were far too unstable for her to walk on. Heat rolled around her, causing sweat to gather and fall from her forehead. And now she actually noticed just how difficult it was to get a little breath. She was exhausted, and Melody wanted nothing more than to let the others take care of the problem. Well, she was going to have to, really. What good would a wounded woman do in the middle of a fight?
The muscles in her legs continued to twitch with the exertion. Melody sighed, flexing her right leg but not her left. The blaster wound in her left leg still burned enough to make the woman clench her hands into fists. And as she did so, she left out a gasp of pain. Flipping her hands over, she saw her palms had been worn ragged and bright crimson blood was smeared across her fingers. Melody grimaced. Just how bad had she taken a beating? She wanted to growl in frustration when she saw the blood from her hands on her knees, tainting her trousers the color she did NOT want them to be. Instead, she rolled her eyes and carefully stretched her feet before her.
And that’s when more scuffling could be heard coming up the plank. Not running sounds. Curious and dreading the worst, Melody stood back up on her throbbing legs, wincing at the soreness in her ankles. She moved toward the ramp and shifted her eyes over the forms of Axle and Lanara. The color drained from her face at the sight of the blood seeping from Lanara. The ship was stealing some of it.
“Oh my stars and galaxies!”
And just then, Axle turned, asking her for help. The young man had fear painted across his face and on display whether his critics liked it or not. Melody shook her head, but her eyes still sighted in on the wound on Lanara’s arm. “Lanara, what did you do and get yourself mostly unconscious for?” thought the former smuggler as she turned, disowning her own hurt to get with Lanara. However, Sylbia was there, and Remiel came around the corner as well. He approached Lanara, saying he’d care for her while Sylbia looked after Melody. Melody snorted softly, eyebrow quirked up at the blond man. What could he do without… medical supplies…?
Blue surrounded the man’s hands. And Melody found herself swallowing with nervousness. More magic. Melody guided herself to her seat, trying to clamp down on the confusion and rising fear she felt. Again, how was it Remiel could do this? All Melody could do was see it, now physically to explain the supernatural things he had already done. She watched as the blood loss decreased from Lanara’s arm, and the gash began to seal itself. Sylbia had returned, and Melody’s wounds were soon cleaned. Remiel had sat back by now, beginning to stand, stumbling slightly. He approached Melody, an apologetic expression written there. But, his eyes were gray now, instead of the blue she had seen before.
I don't have much left to heal you with Melody, but I'll do what I can... Let me see your arm.
His words were hard to catch, and Melody hadn’t quite understood them. He took her arm, pushing away the sleeve of her trench coat to look at the wound. Melody flinched away, her fear rising again, and she found herself trying very hard to keep breathing as it caught her in her throat. What was he going to do? Use his magic again? ON HER? Part of Melody wanted to yanked her arm away and tell the man to back off. But, then he mumbled for a kolto press and Melody found herself relieved.
That is, until he went for her leg. He was going to “mend it”. Really, it didn’t seem reasonable for Melody to be afraid when she had seen what he had done to Lanara? Lanara was more than less unconscious, though, and in almost no shape to respond to what Remiel had done. Would it hurt more than she already did? The unknown scared the living daylights out of the woman. When Remiel first went to place his hands to her leg, she shifted it away slightly. However, he just moved his hands again, and the faint blue began to glow around them. Again, Melody flinched, her body became rigid as she clenched the sides of her chair out of fear. Her breathing caught in her throat and she shut her eyes tightly, as if that would make it disappear. She didn’t care who thought she was being a wimp. What Remiel could perform consumed her thoughts, dominating them with fearful thoughts.
However, pain didn’t come. Slowly, she opened one eye to see. New skin was beginning to close over the wound now. Melody still didn’t release her breath and she didn’t loosen her arms or shoulders. Remiel finally rested back away from her, short of breath, eyes fluttering as he looked like he would fall asleep. Hadn’t he told Sylbia to keep him awake.
“Remiel?” Melody said, sounding more like a croak from a scared child. She cleared her throat. “Remiel?” She asked his name again, a bit louder. Her shoulders became slightly slacked and she leaned forward some, reaching out with her fingers to touch him, to make sure his eyes remained open…
And his eyes shot up and he sat forward so suddenly that Melody yelped in surprise, reeling back and tumbling backward out of her chair, disturbing the pains in her palms as she fought to catch herself. Sitting back up, she blinked wide blue eyes at the other blond man. Her mouth opened and closed and her lip trembled as if she wanted to say something, but the woman didn’t know what she could say. Closing her mouth, she swallowed and let a breath come out.
“Um… l-let’s move you to a p-proper seat, Remiel. Lanara, too.” The former smuggler stood to her feet, finding the blaster wound that had been on her thigh not hurting quite so much. Hesitant at first, she offered trembling hands to the man as Ocelot burned through, rushing for the cockpit. There was another with him, and Arc was racing in, closing the ramp behind him. She saw Arc stumble at, but her focus was on Remiel at the moment. She’d come back to help Arc if he needed it. Ocelot’s voice pierced around the ship, saying for everyone to hold on. Melody dropped her hands, mumbling an apology to Remiel and sat next to him as the ship lifted off her struts. As the next minutes passed and Melody felt the familiar lurch as they entered hyperspace, she stood once more. Finding her balance on her feet, and again offered her hands for Remiel to grasp.
“Let’s get you moved someplace more decent…”
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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May 3, 2009 18:28:27 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on May 3, 2009 18:28:27 GMT -5
All of Lanara's being could be summed up in one single word: Exhausted. She simply couldn't hold her eyes up for another second as they quickly closed. The woman was so tired that she didn't care if she woke up or not... actually she would prefer to let death take her at this point, it would be a good release from the sorrow that she held deep within her. A content, albeit weak, smile broke out on the Rilan's face as she felt herself slowly slipping away into the Force. Her brows knit together slightly as she heard a familiar voice from afar.
Give me your arm little one. I need to heal you.
It took her fleeting mind a few seconds to both process the request and figure out who actually asked the query. Even the simple action of opening her eyes seemed to be a herculean effort at that point, but she managed it nonetheless. Rem was the one who asked for her arm, she would have said something else... but she wasn't in the state to make much sense. A faint smile pursed her slightly blued lips as she mumbled something barely audible.
“... Are you asking me to dance?”
The smile quickly disappeared from the woman's exhausted and dreamy facial features as her eyes began to flutter as she saw a soft blue aura appear around Remiel's hands. It was so beautiful...it was in Lanara's opinion at least... she smiled. Only something from Rem could be that beautiful... she tiredly furrowed her brow at that musing. The Rilan was too tired to really shake the thought off, all that she could really do was close her eyes Then she heard him call to her again, he told her to focus on him.
“Remiel... I'm sorry... so tired. Need... sleep.”
With that, her eyes promptly drifted closed as she let out a long sigh of comfort. This would be a fitting release; from her corporeal bonds, her past, and her most importantly: sorrow. Lanara would give anything that she possessed to be able to go back and redact those words... or atleast seek forgiveness for her final words to her parents. Now she would meet them again, she let another tired smile flash across her face. No. Lanara was the last of the Skysiri line... she couldn't allow herself to go down like this. The woman forced her eyes open and focused on Remiel, but he was already healing Mel.
“Than-... you... Rem.”
The Rilan mumbled before she grasped a bar that hung over her head in an attempt to get up, she was nearly on her feet when a wave of dizziness hit her. The strength of her newly healed muscles gave way and she hit the deck with a thud. She wouldn't be going anywhere without help.
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May the Quartz be with you.
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Ain't got time for this. (?°?°??? ???
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May 4, 2009 14:40:22 GMT -5
Post by Latus on May 4, 2009 14:40:22 GMT -5
How in the world had it all happened? The larger portion of the crew was injured, fatigued, or drained outright in Rem's case. After he had pulled the gravely injured Lanara back into the living area of the October he had slumped against the wall of the room, trying to catch his breath and preserve his strength. Slowly but surely, and with no lack of hurried motion, the comfortable living area was turned into a makeshift injury ward. Mindlessly, he had turned away possible medical attention from either Sylbia or Rem. It wasn't just that he was uninjured, but he had to preserve himself in this, a time of difficulty. It would only make things worse for the crew to have to deal with his problems. He had already almost killed Lanara with his secrets, that was good enough for one day. Sliding himself toward a still injured Lanara he slid his hand down her injured arm, lightly brushing the soaked cloth. Rem, his friend of a mere few days knelt before his injured companion. Axle, in a state of exhausted shock, thought nothing as the blond removed the bandage, placed his hands over the wound and, after a moment of blue light, removed them to find the the wound had closed.
You are a man of many talents, Rem...
Sliding away from the pair, Axle relocated to one of the softer seats, unstrapping his tool belt and pulling Sylbia's little droid out, setting it gently to the floor. It was safe, that was something. As he watched the little droid skitter back toward Sylbia his eyes found Rem again. The blond man looked spent, this proved itself as he sank to a seat against the bulkhead. Shaking his head he stood and made his way towards the obviously tired man, stepping around Xander, Arc, and Sylbia, her little droid finally back in its rightful place. Sliding to a seat of his own next to his friend he noticed that his eyes had closed and his breathing had calmed. Asleep.
A bit too much exertion, eh?
Resting his head against the cool of the metal, Axle took several deep breaths. It seemed like they were out of the woods, at least. His head snapped up as Ocelot ran by, finally they could take off and get out of the place. His mind shot back to the reason they had been there in the first place; the parts! If they took off before the hutt had arrived, that was thousands of credits out of his pocket. Axle stood as he felt the ship's engines begin to warm up. But there was something then that made him stop and turn around, looking at the sleeping blond. He didn't know why but there was something going on within the blond. Shaking off the feeling Axle stepped over the figure of his friend, snatched his tool belt, and ran down the hallway to engineering as the ship left the ground. His fears were calmed as he turned the corner and was greeted by a stack of rough durasteel boxes.
That cheeky rat, he actually got these here on time.
Slowly he turned back towards the living area as Ocelot's voice burst over the coms warning everyone to hold on. Axle steadied himself on the walls as the ship lurched foreword, up and out of the atmosphere. Stepping into the expansive room again he saw Lanara attempt to stand, only to be met with the floor again. Striding quickly to her side he got beneath her using his body to steady hers again.
If I keep doing this I will really build some muscle but don't get too used to it. Lets get you to your quarters.
Axle slowly and carefully maneuvered around the others as he supported the young woman on his shoulder. He had grown close to his companion even knowing that this would probably lead to problems down the road. At this point, Axle didn't care, he was just happy that Lanara was safe.
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May 8, 2009 17:03:35 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on May 8, 2009 17:03:35 GMT -5
(sorry all, i was honestly waiting for someone, but i dunno why. *shrug* this'll be fairly short since he's kinda....out of it. heh. huzzah for characters that are out of it! >_>)
The world around him seemed blurry and distorted though his exhaustion. Ocelot's words reached him first for some reason...perhaps it was because they were over the intercom and so were louder than normal, but he groaned slightly at them and pushed himself up a bit more. Only then did the sound of Melody's voice reach through the fog. Blinking grey eyes up at her as she offered her hands to him, he shook his head at first, not even having noticed Axle's movements. He was far more concerned with Lanara's welfare at the moment anyway, and Melody still wasn't fully healed.
No sooner had he completed the motion, however, than Axle appeared once more and helped Lanara himself. Pleased, he then looked back to Melody and gave an exhausted chuckle and a half hearted shrug. Taking one of her hands, he used her to help balance himself as he pushed himself upward and into a standing position. His body shook for a moment as he leaned against the bulkhead wall. Finally, once he felt he had a decent amount of control on his body again he pulled in on the force allowing it to sooth and strengthen his muscles. Despite his lack of energy, he would at least be able to move fairly decently on his own and he could tell, even through the fog of his mind that she was uncomfortable and he had the nagging suspicion that it was because of him.
Of course it would be because of him. Not many people ever SAW a jedi...they heard OF them, but never actually saw them....so it shouldn't surprise him.
Melody...thank you. I...should be alright to walk...now, you don't have to help me if it makes you uncomfortable. What really needs to happen is that those two girls are seen to. They're in the first empty room on the right. I didn't have time to make sure they weren't injured from their time with those cretins.
His voice was a rough huskiness from his state of being, though he offered her a kind smile at her thanks...or as close to one as he could muster. Only at the end of his statement did his tone darken, a slight tint of orange flickering into those grey eyes before fading away again. Obviously he was far more displeased than he'd first shown in the warehouse.
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May 11, 2009 15:03:35 GMT -5
Post by Jace on May 11, 2009 15:03:35 GMT -5
Ocelot sat in the pilot's chair for a few moments, as a wave of weariness washed over him. He knew that they should consider themselves lucky to have gotten off that god forsaken planet. He now had another reason to absolutely detest Balosar. Images of their flight slowly returned to him, and stopped at the pair of young girls. He hadn't even gotten a chance to check on them in his whole fiasco. He made sure that they were still on course for their destination, and made his way back towards the main cabin.
He hadn't seen any of the others since he entered the ship, and was worried about them also. Ocelot didn't see much but a majority of his crew was injured, and most were shaken up. He found the girls in one of the empty storerooms, huddled in the corner. Ocelot wasn't sure which he was feeling more, pity or anger. There was no one to get angry at for now, so he let it go, for now. Ocelot approached them slowly, for they still seemed to be wary of him.
"There is no need to fear me children, I will not hurt you" He said in a reassuring voice and a warm smile on his face.
He could see a few bruises, and scratches, but from the way they were moving he detected no serious harm. He had seen kids like this before, and some of them never even spoke again. He slowly reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a ration bar. Ocelot had been stranded too many times to not carry some sort of ration around with him. He broke it in half gently, and offered each of them a half. They hesitated a few moments, but slowly reached out, grabbed the bar and retracted quickly. Only a second of further hesitation before they devoured the food.
"You look hungry children, come with me and we will get you as much food as you want" Ocelot said as he extended both his hands for them to take.
This time they didn't hesitate, and both grabbed each of Ocelot's arms. He hefted them up, and carried them out of the room, encountering Melody and Remiel outside the door. He motioned for them to follow, as he made his way towards the galley. The three soon arrived at the galley and Ocelot walked over to one of the cupboards. He opened it, to reveal a variety of snacks and eatables that were always on hand. The girls smiled, and grabbed as much as they could. Satisfied, Ocelot walked over to the table and sat them both down. He watched them eat as if they hadn't had food for months, and his pity only grew.
"Do you have names,children?" He queried after watching the girls eat for another couple minutes.
"My name is Nienor, and this is my sister Nienel" said the one who had longer hair,and seemed to be slightly older.
"My name is Ocelot, and this is my ship, you are safe here. How old are you and your sister,Nienor?" Ocelot knew that this question would only infuriate him, but he needed to hear it for himself.
"I am 11 and my sister is 10" Nienor stated, with a little more life in her voice thanks to the food.
Ocelot's fists curled up in a ball of rage, as he attempted to restrain himself for punching something. He knew that young girls was a profitable trade in these times, but for it to be right in his face, unforgivable. He knew there were twisted people in the galaxy, but little children. He had always found crimes of a sexual nature to be especially heinous(SVU FTW) but on top of that, little children. He once again stayed his anger, and continued to question the girls.
"Where are your parents?how come you are not with them?"
"I don't know, we were taken from them...we lived on Alderaan"
"Do you have a last name?"
"Hador" said Nienor with a nod.
Ocelot was disquieted at the mention of this name 'Hador', for it seemed familiar to him. He pulled out his personal datapad, and quickly queried the name Hador. He had found an entry from two years ago in a list of possible jobs. A wealthy aristocrat had his two daughters kidnapped, and the police had failed to find anything, so he turned to mercenaries. Ocelot scrolled through the details, and suddenly stopped at the address for the Hador estate. He quickly went back to the details for this mission, and found the delivery address to be the same.
But why would the.....ahh so that explains it. The father has finally found his daughters, this would have been the safest method to get them back. Yet it is obvious someone has found out he has tried to buy them, and doesn't want them to be reunited.
Ocelot compiled his thoughts and what he had discerned on the datapad, and handed it to Melody.
"I must go think for awhile, I leave the girls in the care of you both, see what else you can find out" Ocelot suddenly said to Rem and Melody, as he got up to leave.
He didn't like any of this, but he was determined to get these girls back home.
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Necro Stormborn
Wants Karl Back
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Post by Necro Stormborn on May 13, 2009 17:06:58 GMT -5
Jorgun moved along with Ocelot. The ship was moving closer still, gun fire was flying past them. As they cam nearer to the ship Jorgun spotted someone by the landing platform, and he was toting guns.
Jorgun zipped diagonally to the side, swinging his wait with each step, slamming his rifle onto his back catcher. The gun zipped into place and a loud snap of heat boiled on his back as the back of his carapace was slammed by several bolts. "Argghh... Run faster Ocelot!" Then the man he'd seen in the distance moved forwards as they closed the distance between the two of them and him, and finally he let loose on and slammed the men behind the group full of slugs. Jorgun nodded in approval to this method, "hmm... not too bad"
Jorgun bounded up the ramp as the firing ceased. It was clearly time to go though... whatever ocelot had come here for, it was time to abort or for extraction. The notion that Ocelot had offered him some playtime aboard his vessel was nice.... but some of these rookies he was seeing as he looked around the ship were not going to work well. They needed to be broken in....they were clearly not a crack team yet. But that was ok...Jorgun was here now, and he didn't intend to go out on fun missions with a subpar group.... He'd correct the issue, and soon. For now, however, he'd give Ocelot the benefit of the doubt and assume he had a good reason for hiring and working with such inexperienced comrades. Along those lines however, Jorgun would admit one thing... while they may look inexperienced, the level of heart, bravery and compassion they all held inside them was outstanding. That was one thing He liked already. If people could see through his faceplate, they'd see a smile.
He walked around the ship, observing everyone quietly, they probably couldn't even tell he was there. He abstained from confrontations, and hid himself in the corners of the room when there were meetings and such. When the ship took off Jorgun simply stayed by the cargo hold, leaning silently against the wall. And there he would wait for Ocelot to either speak with him or for someone to wonder who he was... until then, the silent killer, the professional he was, would remain undetected unless sought after.
"Hmmm.... This should be fun."
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Squee
The Keeper
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Post by Squee on May 13, 2009 21:36:17 GMT -5
Melody grasped Remiel’s hand and his forearm, helping to steady him as he balanced himself out on his two feet. He leaned heavily on the bulkhead, his eyes flicking around as if he were extremely dizzy. Melody could only assume he was. She stayed by him, fighting her discomfort by remaining there, to make sure he didn’t stumble when the ship trembled slightly over the currents of space. She held onto his arm and watched his face until he gave her something of a smile. Stating he would be okay, Melody took his word for it and instantly released his arm. Rem then told her where the girls were and a look of surprise etched its way across her face. The girls! In all the excitement, she had forgotten!
“I’ll go see them now, Rem,” she promised, backing away from him and leaving the room. The nettling feeling that was beginning to creep on her skin, whenever she saw or was around Remiel, faded and she sighed out a relieved breath without meaning to. She entered the empty room to find Ocelot already in there, speaking to the two girls and bribing them into comfort with a ration bar. She had seen the gazes of the frightened and wary girls when she entered. Melody, taking those gazes to mind, found herself slowly withdrawing to just right outside the room as Ocelot coaxed them to follow him.
Ocelot came out soon after, holding onto the girls. He motioned for her to follow as he did and Melody tagged behind him to the galley. The girls were enormously delighted to see the amount of food, taking what they could and started to cram their faces full. Melody let a flicker of a smile taint her lips as she watched them, but her heart was for them. At least under the crew of the Red October, these girls wouldn’t be handed over as slaves. She couldn’t be in any more agreement with Ocelot about how these girls would have been treated should their captors had been crude and heartless people seeing them only as a profit. As the girls ate and Ocelot questioned them about their parents and home, Melody walked from by the door into the sight of the two girls. What a sight she must have looked like: a burned and tattered trench coat with filth coating her, a slight limp in her step from her all but healed thigh. Their eyes registered her again, but they spoke to Ocelot and ate their meal. Well, at least one of them, Nienor, spoke. Nienel remained quite, unwrapping or unpeeling her food and steadily nibbling it down.
As soon as “Hador” was spoken, Ocelot was whipping out his datapad and played with it for a few minutes. Something alighted in his eyes, seeming somewhat pleased. He handed the datapad to Melody. And what she saw delighted her as well. Thank goodness. Daddy wanted his children back all along. At least he wasn’t like some mangy idiot who decided to sell his daughters off. I would personally love to put a blaster bolt through every father’s head who did so. She handed the datapad back to Ocelot and looked back at Nienor and Nienel.
“I’ll care for them, Ocelot. Remiel needs to rest himself.” With another look at the girls, who seemed to become slightly unnerved that Ocelot was leaving them, she carefully sat down opposite to the girls. “I’m Melody, by the way. If you’re still hungry, continue to eat. I won’t do anything Ocelot wouldn’t, and I can promise that. So, Alderaan, what’s it like?”
Melody seemed completely at ease as she leaned her good arm on the table, balancing her chin on the open palm of her hand. She checked mentally that her face was displayed openly, and even offered a reassuring smile to the girls.
“It’s a pretty planet,” said Nienor, who seemed to be the talkative one between the two. As oldest, Nienor had taken on the responsibility of herself and her sister.
“Really?” Melody questioned back, looking at the smallest. “What’s your favorite part about home, Nienel?”
The youngest swallowed down her mouthful. She glanced at her sister for some sort of guidance, and, not receiving beyond a subtle shrug, she glanced back at the blond woman. “Um… t-the flowers.”
“Pretty flowers?”
The youngest nodded, staring at the table.
Melody let her hand rest on the table top. “How about when you’re done eating, I’ll help you two clean up. Nienel, we can make you smell like flowers. Would you like that?”
She nodded again.
Melody waited in the galley with the two girls, watching them eat and every so often offering up a comforting question, not dwelling on the thoughts of the past. She was trying to redirect that to come back to later. Ocelot had enough information to get the girls home, and Melody couldn’t think what more would he want to know. She had a couple of other questions, but the smuggler didn’t know how they would help any more than knowing the girls’ location of home. The girls finished eating and Melody cleaned up after them. A gentle hand on Nienor’s head, Melody led them back to her quarters. Of course, as a lady, she had some decent smelling cleaning supplies that just so happened to smell like flowers. And hour later, Melody had the girls cleaned and resting in her personal quarters as the woman herself cleaned up. The girls seemed determined to stay together, which Melody didn’t mind. She let the two children take her bunk and spoke gently to them until they fell asleep. Then and only then did Melody depart, closing the door partial way behind her. Should Nienor and Nienel woke up, they only had to slip between the half opened door and seek someone out, or call.
Melody’s hair was still slightly damp, much to her annoyance (thick head of hair did that), and her wounds were bandaged. In fresh trousers and tank top, and walking around barefoot, Melody sought out Ocelot. Upon finding him, she thrust her fingers in the small pockets her trousers possessed (designs for women’s clothing didn’t give much room so as to stick a credit chip in them) and started: “We ARE going to take them back to Alderaan, I hope.” She was sure of the answer, but, the woman didn’t know how else to start the conversation.
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Post by Dire Wolf on May 13, 2009 23:06:16 GMT -5
((*japanese accent* Forgiveness Please!*end accent* for the short post, but to say that Lana is out of it is an understatement >.>))
Remiel may have healed her bleeding wound, but she still had a considerable amount of blood loss to deal with. Lanara looked around in a dream like state as a fog seemed to roll into the Red October, it was really a strange sight: Fog on a ship. Why did no-one else notice it? Maybe it was just her... she sighed. Why? Why did she simply refuse to die: at that point the woman wanted nothing more... but her stubborn body simply wouldn't allow it. Blued lips pursed as Axle walked over and helped her up, that boy was so nice to her... and to be honest the reason escaped her. Most of his words were a haze, though she did understand something about getting her back to someone's quarters. She didn't care where she was, so long as she was somewhere. Blue hued lips curved upwards once again. Lanara sighed as he helped her back to the quarters that she called her own.
“Thank you... Axle... I... I need help taking off this... armor.”
The words escaped the Rilan woman's lips as a barely audible mumble, she needed help... even though she loathed to admit it. Without a second word she began to dismantle her muscle suit, it wasn't exactly a hard process... but it took a moderate amount of strength to take the pieces off. Strength that she was not sure she had. It took her a decent amount of time to take off her muscle suit, slowly revealing that she could only wear extremely light garments underneath the form-fitting suit: Little more than a tank top and short shorts, both tight and clingy to the body. Anything more tended to get folded over while putting the armor on... and that was quite an uncomfortable experience to say the least.
The woman stumbled over to her little bed and nearly floped down upon it, her mind has cleared some... but she still hasn't fully recovered. With a self deprecating sigh she turned those deep blue eyes back to Axle and spoke.
“Axle... I hate to ask you anything more... but the blood loss... I need... umm... lots of water.”
Lanara still found it hard to think, that would be remedied once the blood cells regained their numbers in her system. Water should help that process along nicely, though she would need a lot of it... or some kind of sports drink (which would be preferable), but she doubted that Ocelot had any of that stowed aboard.
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Post by Grawn on May 18, 2009 0:10:56 GMT -5
Interesting mission, funnily enough no one had died. Close to death perhaps...but none had fallen over the brink. Arc grunted as the tattered fabric of his duster sleeves seemed to slam painfully into his red, agony infused arms. To move them was to inflict torment but he ignored it as he walked into the galley which had been made into a med bay of sorts.
His eyebrow had risen when he had saw the so called "cargo" Ocelot had brought. Children? Mere stupid children. Surely something to possibily lose your own hide over CLEARLY he thought irritatingly. He hid his unapproving expression as he made his way to his room, ignoring the pain of the other crew members that lay about, some bleeding and some just plain exhausted. "I hope that was worth it," he muttered as he walked down the hallway. Weither it was instinct or pain that was causing his current mood he didnt give a damn as he walked into his quarters, the door sliding to the side and then closing as he entered the dark room.
Arc grunted as he raised his arm to allow his hand to hit the light switch, he threw his duster off and walked over to a crate. He slapped the side, hitting a button that caused the top to unlock and flip open to reveal a medkit along with other supplies. Grabbing them quickly he brought them to the bed as he sat and opened it. Taking out a tube of burn ointment he poured it onto the bright red skin of his arms, hissing through clenched teeth as a mixture of pain and relief came with the application. About two minutes later, applying bandaging around the length of each arm that gave the impression of a boxer, he threw the medikit back in the crate and left the room to see the full result of the mission.
Entering where he had left perhaps maybe ten minutes ago he was surprised to see the toll heavier then originally thought. Still no death but the pain of several of the crew members was unexpected. "What the hell did you all get into..," he whispered as he glanced across the scene. Arc's red eyes landed on the armored figure that Ocelot had brought aboard, wishing he had his specs because there was no way a behemoth like that could have a clean record. While he didnt intend to turn in any bounties a few of his fellow crew mates had...it was always good to be ready for anything. Even opportunities.
Unless his help was asked for, he would stay put and watch. Perhaps he'd learn of what had transpired at the meeting place, why gunmen were after Ocelot and whom his new friend was.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on May 18, 2009 23:27:44 GMT -5
Half walking, half stumbling to a seat at the table settled in the galley, Rem settled his head in his hands. The blond jedi barely noticed the departure of Axle and Lanara, he had no idea where Xander or Sylbia were, the only reason he knew Melody had left was because she'd spoken, and the only reason he even noticed the entrance of the large Gen'dai was because of his heavy footfalls...at least, to his numbed mind and scattered senses. He was noticing the oddest things right now, his hearing dimming and sharpening in turns along with the rest of his senses. Lifting grey eyes to gaze at the man, he nodded slightly, that lime green glow about the man making it difficult to tell just WHAT he was. By the shape and size, however, he would guess either a very LARGE man, or perhaps a Gen'dai...again...he just couldn't tell, and in his tired stupor, the force was eluding him.
As some of the color started to return to his tired eyes, Rem watched Ocelot bring the girls in, followed closely by Melody. After the girls had grabbed what food they could carry from the pantry of the galley, Ocelot set them down near to Rem at the table before sitting down himself, Melody hovering close by. He listened, as best he could, to the conversation, a dull flicker of red crossing the iris' of his eyes in his brief anger. Remiel, however, just didn't have then energy to stay angry about the ordeal the girls had gone through. Between the fire he'd focused his anger to start earlier, setting the warehouse up for its explosion, and the healing of Lanara and Melody...he'd just used most of his energy, force and life both, and it had set him reeling.
As Ocelot got up, and Melody spoke to the children, then led them off, Rem finally managed to drag himself to his quarters. It still wasn't safe for him to sleep, but he needed to be away from the others for a while, to sit and think, to sort out everything that had happened, and so he took his leave for a while.
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Post by kt on May 21, 2009 14:01:08 GMT -5
Xander walked back onto the ship in more or less the same condition he left in. The fighting was to be somewhat expected but not Lanara or anyone else getting hurt. Despite the very intense urge to help Lanara out, he knew that he couldn't actually DO anything, he was no doctor, he didn't know how to mend wound, and he couldn't use the force so he just sat back and watched. Xander really couldn't care less as he saw a very large man enter the ship behind Ocelot, the thought of what he should do used up any motivation that he had. The children they rescued also didn't do much to distract him from worrying.
With a small sigh, the zeltron got up and walked to the faucet and got Lanara a glass of water to replenish some of the blood she must have lost. He knocked on her door before walking in, the usual chipper smile was gone, replaced with a look of serious concern and fear as he saw Axle by her bed. "Hey there...I'll just be leaving then..." Xander set the glass of water down on the nightstand by her bed and headed back out, but not before getting one more look at Lanara, whispering a small goodbye before finally shutting the door behind him. A very small and bitter smile made it's way to his mouth as he walked up to Ocelot "Old man, i'm taking an extended leave of absense, drop me off at the next planet, i'll pay you 10k to make it a subtle dropoff." Xander then shook the old man's hand and walked slowly back to his room, not coming out until they would land next.
With a heavy sigh, Xander packed up all of his belongings and merely waited until they landed to set off on his own, leaving but one item behind, his favorite flask. It was now that Xander set foot on the planet Alderaan, it was considerably less busy than Zeltros or Coruscant but it was nice. Before any of the other crew members got off, Xander made his was into the nearest city and dissappeared, set on going to Doria to train harder and get piece of mind.
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Post by Jace on May 23, 2009 15:02:09 GMT -5
The walk back to his quarters was filled with speculation,planning, and even some satisfaction. Ocelot was trying to decide how he wanted to approach this whole situation. He decided that taking the simplest and most straightforward road would make the most sense. He quickly typed up a message to the contractor/father to meet them at the landing docks.
Anything goes in Balosar, but it would be next to suicide to pull something like that off on Alderaan. he reasoned in his mind
In all honesty, they had been in clear once they got out of Balosar and into hyperspace. With a stroke of luck, Ocelot had also connected two and two together and things seemed to be finally going the right way. He sat back in his seat, and let out one big long sigh. Rubbing his temples, before getting up again, and making his way to the cockpit.
He had only been in the cockpit for a few minutes, before Xander arrived. There were other things he had to do, and Ocelot could respect that.
"Not worry, we are going to Alderaan anyways" He said, waving off any need for Xander to pay.
Confirming that they were on schedule to arrive at Alderaan, Ocelot decided it was time to do some catching up. He hadn't seen Jorgun since they he had run on to the ship, but he knew where to find the man. He traversed through the October until he made his way to the cargo bay, where upon arriving he spotted Jorgun.
"So my old friend, how have you been?and what brought you to Balosar?" he asked with a gruff smile
After they had caught up, Ocelot decided to make his way back to his quarters. In truth, he was extremely tired, but he needed to remain on top of things. Once this was all over, he would sleep for two days straight, and that was a promise he intended to keep. It wasn't long after that he heard another knock on his door, and watched as the newest member of his crew walk in. Ocelot, initially had his doubts about her abilities, but the existed no more. She had handled herself extremely well, and Ocelot was impressed.
"Yes, we are taking them back to Alderaan. Speaking of which, we should be exiting hyperspace soon. Make sure the girls are ready, and...good work today" he finished, somewhat awkwardly.
He made his way back to the cockpit, and strapped himself in as they exited hyperspace. As the ship approached Alderaan, Ocelot got them landing clearance for the spaceport in the capital,Aldera. He got on the comm, and informed everyone that they would be landing in a few minutes. The Red October was soon within Alderaan's atmosphere and minutes later, touched down on the landing pad. Unstrapping himself, he checked his weapons, and then made his way to the landing ramp. He found Melody and the girls already waiting for him, and ready to go.
Ocelot made his way off the ship first, making sure everything was clear. He wasn't too surprised when he saw over twenty officers surrounding the ship, and barricading any possible exit. Ocelot gave the signal for Melody to bring the girls out. As they appeared, a man shouted for the perimeter and sprinted forward, undoubtedly the father. The officers closed in on them, and Ocelot kept his hands up at chest level, not wanting to be shot by some trigger happy cop.
After much tearful rejoicing between the family, the father finally approached Ocelot.
"You have done me a service, for which I can never repay, please accept this" He said, handing Ocelot a large amount of credits
"There is no need, moral duty is what drove my crew, not money" Ocelot responded, waving off payment for the second time today.
The Father would not relent and Ocelot, grudgingly, finally accepted the credits. Ocelot then turned to the two young girls, and patted them both on the head.
"Take care children, should you ever need anything, your father knows how to contact me" He said with one final smile, before turning away and walking back to the ship.
So, their first job was not as simple as expected, but that was not to say all was bad. They saved the lives of two little girls, Ocelot had found an old friend, and his crew proved their mettle. All in All, not bad for a simple core smuggling run.
(Alright, after everyone makes their final posts or whatever, please check out the plot discussion thread so we can decide our next job)
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Post by Squee on May 29, 2009 5:45:38 GMT -5
“That’s good,” Melody had said to Ocelot when he stated they were taking the children back to their respectful home. The interruption got her a little sideways glance from the captain ( he was their captain right? Whatever) but he went on. Melody’s pleasant and small smile turned into lips parted as her jaw hung, her head tipping downward to express an “Are you kidding me, sir?” appearance. Her mouth closed quickly, though, and her hand slapped against her forehead as she mumbled curses under her breath in crosses of bocce and basic. Slowly, she turned and began to walk away with a grudge-like reply of ‘yessir’.
“Just put them to sleep, dimmit, and now have to wake them up, get them all prettified and stuff, damn. Be all gorgeous for daddy, yeah. Don’t let the poor little traumatized flowers that were shaking when we got them a rest, oh no. At least their showered, thanks to me. One checkmark off the gorgeous for daddy list. Can’t appear to be the ragtag, rundown crew we are… Nienel?”
“Couldn’t sleep, and you left. Door open. Was looking for you” the youngest of the two girls told the former smuggler woman.
Melody glanced down the hall, hands smacking her thighs. “Unless there’s someone else on the ship who’s name is Melody, I reckon you found me. Come on, we need to go wake up your sister. I know it’s been a short time since you guys went to sleep, but, Mister Captain Dude said we were coming up on Alderaan soon. I have to make sure you guys are ready for your daddy.” By the end of that, Melody’s hands came to rest on her hips and she smiled down on the girl. “Come along.” And she slid past the girl, who had hooked a hand around Melody’s, and lead the way back to her quarters.
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“I swear to some almighty god on another planet, if these officer people, dudes, guys, whoever the hell they are shoot me for bringing back some rich man’s daughter, I’m not going to be a happy dead person. In the afterlife, I’ll be so much trouble, the god down there won’t want me and attempt at spitting me back into the living world.”
Her hands were up as she stood, present, on the top of the ramp. Hell, she was even unarmed. The only thing these people needed to be suspicious about was where her careful eyes wandered from time to time, back to her left side, where the girls huddled against the wall in excitement. Melody had told them they had needed to wait until the captain told them to come out.
At least the girls looked decent, though still somewhat scrawny and hungry appearing. There was an eagerness in there eyes as they waited for Melody to tell them to come on out into the sunlight and see their daddy again. The crew members hadn’t had little dresses made for little girls, but Melody had found something for them to wear besides the filthy slave rags they had on before they were rescued. Kids were all right, the smuggler woman mused, just not for long rides. Helping these little girls made Melody feel like a decent person for one of the few times of her life. Making a life as a smuggler made one work undercover, out of range, and always forced one to turn his tail and run most of the time. Melody was used to that. She had done some lowlife criminal things, and smuggled low life criminal things for others to commit petty crimes. For her, it was just a job. Or so she had thought until her cargo had become two little slave girls going to be bought, sold, and used repeatedly. Things that could think, besides animals (except gizkas, they just simply couldn’t have a brain, which made them things), was not cargo. They were sentient beings. And that should never be considered cargo. Melody was appalled by this startling re-recognization. She had known such a thing existed, but it had never really jarred her until her job had been all about transporting living, breathing little girls. Some things were not what they seemed. Some things were not jobs. Some things were about making decisions not to believe it was a job, but believing between right and wrong.
Ocelot signaled Melody. In turn, Mel turned her head and smiled at the girls, jerking her head and saying a, “go on.” The girls, struggling with their hyper-wild delight, and strode down the ramp at a fast walk, Melody following behind them. She stopped beside Ocelot as the girls were scooped into their father’s loving arms.
“I wish I could see my daddy again.” Something bittersweet settled onto Melody. She was happy the girls and the father were back. He was a father who cared. Most men who seemed to give a damn usually had a little girl, or a little girl all grown up, or in her teenage years growing up. Little girls needed deserving fathers. This name, Hador his last name or something, deserved his little girls.
Ranz Prance, though smuggling criminal he might’ve been, had also been a caring man who gave a whole lot more than a damn for Melody when she had been growing up. Crook in everyway after her mother died, and buying a ship, he could’ve left Melody, little five year old Melody, to an orphanage. She may have been raised in a crime filled environment, raised to speak codes and hide large illegal and legal amounts of goods, making a profit off of it. But he didn’t leave Melody behind. That was the important thing to Melody. Ranz sought out Mel’s acceptance as a father, since he had missed the first three years of her life. Yeah, he was dead now… But he had given more of a damn for her than anyone ever had.
You can let go now, Daddy You can let go Your little girl is ready to do this on her own It’s gonna be a little bit scary But I want you to know I’ll be okay now, Daddy You can let go
Melody was just behind Ocelot as they paid their goodbyes; Melody pausing a bit longer as Nienel surprised her with a hug, much to her embarrassment. She had to trot to keep up with Ocelot as they boarded the ship once again, preparing to once again depart to the worlds unknown and known. Wherever they went next, Melody wasn’t really caring.
As Melody walked through the ship to visit one particular friend, she knocked on the other doors and checking on the other crew members briefly. It took her a few extra minutes, but Melody finally made it to Lanara’s door. She allowed herself in after a knock.
“Hey…” she hissed, “you all right? Especially after Rem worked his voodoo on your arm? Are you feeling okay? Do you need something? If it’s blood, I’m afraid I can’t give it to you. Don’t do very well with needles.”
((Gar, I've been doing the whole song thing before Tal, so, don't think I'm picking up her habit. I've had the habit spring up from time to time. Anyway, the song was You Can Let Go Daddy by Crystal Shawanda. Sad song. Only listen if you're willing to cry. Not a link, btw.))
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Post by Latus on Jun 1, 2009 16:34:59 GMT -5
((Its been far too long since I posted here, forgive me if I miss something. This is my last post on this thread. Ok enough pleasantries, moving on!))
It was plain to see that Lanara was still out of it as they crossed the threshold into her spartan living area. The armor seemed to grow lighter as he did and with a great deal of care he guided his companion into one of the smaller chairs. At Lanara's request he began to slowly remove the armor; bolt by bolt, plate by plate. The various bits and bobs were heavy as he gently set them aside but it was vaguely strange that he had no trouble understanding the complicated inner workings.
This bit goes here, that one there. Hold on, I'll have this chest-plate off you in a tic.
His dedication to his companion slammed on the brakes as the chest-plate slid off, revealing a clingy tank that left little room for imagination. His cheeks turned beet red as he switched his attention to her boots and leg guards. Forgot about that contingency... so stupid. A similar hitch in the plan presented itself as he finished removing her lower protection. Damnit! Quickly he averted his eyes and set to rerouting his train of thought back to the task at hand.
A few minutes later the armor was off and he gently transferred her to her cot. Sliding into the seat she had been in previously he took several deep breaths, the ordeal had been a bit more exhausting than he had thought. Her request only a moment later, however wasn't unexpected. Of what he knew of the standard human body, Lanara needed fluids to support healthy red-blood cell production. Xander's appearance at the door, however caught him by surprise. The flamboyant nature of the Xeltron had slipped away, replaced by a look of compassion. Quickly he deposited some water on the night-stand and excused himself... quite unlike the Xander he hardly knew. Looking back at his companion he stood, and turned to leave, giving her a cocky, if not forced, grin.
You stay put, I will bring you something.
He did indeed have something in mind. Whenever he could he concocted a vitamin rich, highly caloric drink using whatever he could get his hands on. It wasn't fancy but it could supplement his usually meager eating habits which rarely supported his required three-thousand-a-day. As he walked he glanced out the port viewing windows into the depths of hyperspace. For a smash and grab job they got out fairly easily. Axle quickly found his way through the ship to the hatch of the Journey which was mercifully still locked. In the few moments that it was open, Axle had popped it open, snatched two bottles of his vitamin solution, switched his shirt to something less dusty, closed and re-locked it.
He was only a few steps from the hatch when they crossed his path. Two of them, young, dirty, poorly clothed... That was our cargo? Children?! How could Ocelot... As soon as it crossed his mind he saw him, Ocelot, walking a stride or two behind the girls. The look on his face was one of compassion, not malice. If his fears had been founded, Axle would have jumped ship then and there. That is, of course, after he rigged the engine to explode, the life support systems to fail, the cargo-doors to jam open, and the auto-pilot to fly them into a star. If his fears had been founded...
Axle didn't linger long in Lanara's room, just long enough to deliver the solution and giver her a brief word of quick recovery. Slowly he returned to the living area, a bite to eat would settle his thoughts, that and stretching his wings in the Journey. The halls of the October were quiet save the hum of the engines. Arc's door was closed, as was Rem's; surely they were both recuperating. Might have to talk with Rem about what I...
Axle froze where he stood. There was a stranger on the ship. He had heard about that particular race, one that he wanted to avoid at all costs. Gen'dai. The perfect bounty hunter. Axle could feel his heart start to pound in his chest. Quickly turning on his heel he trotted down the corridor back to the Journey. Stance; sharp and hostile. Gen'dai. We were attacked in port. Doesn't look good. Axle quickly decided to sleep on it, Ocelot wouldn't let just anyone onto his ship...
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He watched the exchange from the Journey's canopy. The father happily hugging his daughters, Melody and Ocelot standing by. What was it he felt? Maybe it was that he didn't have parents, it was something that Axle could honestly say he was afraid of. Redressing after the night of travel he exited the familiarity of his ship, wondering if he was prepared to face the dawn.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 2, 2009 13:38:49 GMT -5
((Mah final post in this thread ftw!))
Tired. That one word summed up Lanara's entire being during these events, she would honestly rather do nothing more than close her now dull grey eyes and slip into a deep sloom. Unfortunately, she could not... for it would be a slumber that she would likely never come out of. The Rilan's eyes began to grow heavy as she sat in the chair, more or less limp as Axle slowly dismantled her armor, piece by piece. She just didn't have the strength to do anything else.
The little spitfire of a woman probably would have giggled at the boy as he took her cuirass off and began to blush profusely. Probably. But she was far too exhausted to notice anything but the burden that was lifted off of her chest. She promptly let out a long sigh of relief, her chest heaving with the motion, at the relief of the pressing weight being taken off of her torso. Again, she hardly noticed as Axle quickly shifted his attention to dearmoring her lower body, only to have a repeat incident as the lower synth-hide protection was removed. After all of her armor was off she slowly traversed the relatively short distance from the chair to her rack, with the help of Axle of course, and gave a deep sigh of relief as the cot accepted her weight.
“Th... thank you, Axle.”
Lanara managed to get a mumble out before she thought that she heard a loud banging sound coming from the door. At first her nearly unconscious mind thought this to be gunfire, and she acted accordingly. Her hand moved with the sluggish speed seen in commonly among the sloth to where her pistol should have been. It wasn't with her, however, it was still attached to the holster which was strapped to her synth-hide armor. It took her a few moments, but eventually her brain registered those loud bangs as knocks rather than gunshots, and the figure that was now placing a cup of strange liquid next to her bed was Xander. Xander? She slowly looked down the length of her body, which was only clad in a clingy tank top and hot pants leaving little to the imagination. He wasn't on it. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement.
She promptly took the glass of water and downed it quickly, and after a few minutes the feeling of dizziness and exhaustion slowly ebbed away. It was still there, however, but now her mind could actually process things at a decent pace. Lana looked up at Axle and gave a little smile to match his own slightly cocky grin. Her voice was louder, though exhaustion still plagued its tones.
“Heh... I'm not goin' anywhere”
It wasn't long before the boy returned with a strange solution in his hand, one that she surmised was something that would replenish her blood cell count considerably faster. She promptly downed it. Of course she couldn't be completely certain, but she trusted Axle. Not only did she risk her life to save his, but he had more than proved to her that he was trustworthy... he could have easily left her behind to die fighting those bounty hunters. He did not. Axle forced her hand by trying to return and help her, making her flee the battle to carry him back. Then, he could have easily left her after the woman's strength failed her and she nearly sprawled out on the dusty and polluted surface of Balosar. Again, he did not. She could run through the list of why he had gained her trust... but elected not to.
Axle was now one of two beings in the galaxy that she trusted. The other being AER-08 “Ector,” but to be honest she did not know that he was alive at that point in time. So, she believed that Axle was the only being that could be trusted with her... well, trust. That was not to say that he was her only friend... no... Melody was most certainly in the Rilan's small group of friends. But, she hadn't really done anything to gain the woman's deep trust. She wouldn't tell Melody that she was once an assassin for the Republic, for instance, but she would tell Axle.
Without any further ado, she allowed her aching and tired body to slip into unconsciousness only to be awoken by Melody. A little smile pursed her lips as she sat up in her cot, giving a little chuckle at Melody's words on Rem's “voodoo.”
“I'm fine, Mel, thanks for checkin' up on me. Heh... voodoo... that voodoo saved my life. I'd probably be a little colder right now if it wasn't for that man.”
Remiel. Why did he choose to save her? Didn't he hate her? His actions and words towards the Rilan woman up to that point couldn't help but point her line of thought in that direction. She was honestly confused by his actions.... and would have to approach him on it later.
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