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Vex
A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Oct 6, 2009 18:32:38 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Oct 6, 2009 18:32:38 GMT -5
He'd felt her guiding that power, using her own talent to be able to put the power where it was most needed...where it would help her the most. He allowed it. He knew she was better at healing than he was...and she knew her own injuries far better than he did. He wasn't arrogant enouh to believe otherwise...not at this moment...with her life on the line like that.
He heard the snark in her words...the sarcastic humor sounding like music in his mind at the moment. He'd been about to respond when that memory came to her mind. Given their link and her vulnerable state, it transferred to him as well. It stunned her just as much as it had stunned him, but he managed to keep himself together enough to continue pushing that Force into her...to let it work on her whether or not she was guiding it now.
He was confused...as much if not moreso than she had been when she'd first seen it. He....wasn't one for attachments. He preferred his life alone, solo...ronin. It was where he was most comfortable. Always had been. It was one reason he'd been so against the order to team up with her in the first place...even if she was growing on him.
Finally...in response, he spoke simply. Perhaps....you should tell me the answer to that one....
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Oct 6, 2009 19:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 6, 2009 19:43:12 GMT -5
Slowly that rust and white skinned female began to guide his healing once more, studiously ignoring the surprise that radiated from him in conjunction to hers. Force help her, he’d seen it too…of course he had…who was she kidding? Her barriers had to have been thin as paper, likely still were…
His thoughts brought her to a pause again, losing grip of that focus once more.
-I wish…that I could give you…one. That vision…I can’t say…if Vex had…fabricated…that vision or not…but…I think not…It wasn’t…of my own mind…
She winced slightly as those already dangerously echoing montral resonated even more with the arrival of the guard Theron had sent to get medical help.
“They’re on their way, the medical team said someone should be here in under five minutes. Is…is there anything else you need?”
Jedi or not the guard had never seen anything like the chiss man before and was put off by the appearance of him. It was telling by the short stammer and the waves of uncertainty that radiated out from him.
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Vex
A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
1,014 posts
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Proud bearer of the "Polish Stalker Badge".
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Oct 6, 2009 20:10:27 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Oct 6, 2009 20:10:27 GMT -5
He probably seemed like a blue skinned devil with his crimson eyes, tattooed features, and ascerbic demeanor. He was not a man easily liked. For all of his training...all his time in the temple, he was short tempered, cynical, and dangerous to himself and others. He wasn't the ideal of a Jedi Knight. He had his own demons within to match the demon on the exterior.
"Check the grounds. Find out which direction the traitor Borgonia went with her Dark Jedi thrall. Do not confront them...you'll not live enough to regret the decision. Find out where they went, however, so that I can go after them. If you do not find me a trail...I'll make sure you don't live enough to regret the failure."
It was a bluff...but he needed to make sure that the man...that all the guards, were doing everything they could to make sure their trail didn't go cold. A little incentive couldn't hurt. "Find out where they went."
He turned his attention back to Sihara, forgetting about the man. He wasn't important. He released his control on the Force...ending that healing. It had done as much as it could for now. It could do more good elsewhere. Lifting his hands, he moved them to the montral. That devil touch brushed ever so gingerly over those sensitive appendages, pressing the Force into them, doing as he had done before to help soothe her and take the pain away.
I would hope he didn't have time to imagine such things while fighting against you, Sihara...if so, then we will need to have a long talk about your combat skills. As it is...we'll need to have a long talk about why....I now know what you look like under your robes...
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Oct 6, 2009 20:59:08 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 6, 2009 20:59:08 GMT -5
Her mind wasn’t so foggy now as it had been, thanks to his healing and her guidance…unfortunately that allowed her to understand his words more accurately. To better absorb the tone and meaning of them. Even in her weakened state she bristled, only causing herself more pain as her muscles tensed. As he finished with the guard she pried her eyes open enough to attempt a glare at him. She hadn’t liked how he’d handled that, not one bit, and she made sure he knew it through that link. Even as he turned those hands of his back to her montral she forced herself to speak to get her point across.
That…was…uncalled…for. We are not…going…after them…Theron.
Finally she couldn’t talk any further and coughed harshly a few times.
Of course he didn’t…and there’s nothing to discuss. Put it from your mind. Forget it. You shouldn’t have seen…as much as you did.
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Vex
A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Oct 6, 2009 21:24:52 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Oct 6, 2009 21:24:52 GMT -5
"You are right...we are not. You need to heal. You made your stance clear...but mine is just as crystal. I don't know that you have an argument compelling enough to get me to change my mind on the matter." His thoughts drifted back toward that vision...the image coming back to life in his mind's eye and therefore visible to them both. That might be a compelling argument....though they were both at a loss for words on in.
Sitting down next to her head, he getnly lifted it onto his thight. His touch continued to soothe her montral....watching that whole time as he looked down at her. Red eyes looked her over, feeling through the Force where the injuries were...as well as just taking her in from toe to montral. His earlier time...spent trying to look normal and blend with normal people, came back to him along with the images of her in the vision.
"I never knew the markings extended down so far on your body...."
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Oct 6, 2009 21:53:24 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 6, 2009 21:53:24 GMT -5
She sighed heavily at his words, allowing her eyes to close once more. Sihara felt him sit, lifting her head to rest against his thigh, pressing against her third lekku and shifting her so she was laying on it uncomfortably. With a hiss, she shifted herself slightly, attempting to get the appendage from under her, or at least to a more bearable place under her…then that vision rose up in her mind once more. This time it wasn’t from her, however, it was from him. His statement earned a light grunt from the woman. Yes, she had curling white stripes the length and breadth of her body. Most were just regular stripes, a bit jagged around the edges perhaps, but some were artistic, vine-like, similar to the ones that curled about her face. They twined around her arms, some of her thigh, one about an ankle and up her lower leg, one had been marred by the scar on her back and twin ‘vines’ upon her chest that ran down the center of her body to curl along her stomach.
Sihara…her mother had chosen the artistic name for the artistic markings the baby had been adorned with beside the typical striped patterns that their people so typically bore…she didn’t even have the large white eye patches that many togruta seemed to have.
-Yes…all togruta have them… They are camouflage… Mine are…atypical.-
The sound of sirens approaching brought Sihara’s mind back to the present and away from that vision that seemed to be plaguing them both.
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Vex
A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Oct 7, 2009 19:27:31 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Oct 7, 2009 19:27:31 GMT -5
"I haven't found much about you that I would consider typical, Sihara. Your markings shouldn't be surprising..." He gave her a smirk, trying to help her get her thoughts off of her current state. Anything would help. He heard the sirens coming now and it wouldn't be long before the transport flew in over the wall and touched down nearby.
Soon, they had her up onto a gurney and were wheeling her towards the transport. Theron followed nearby, keeping a hand upon her arm to keep her calm and reassured. As they loaded her up, he stood there, arms crossed over his chest.
"Be well, Sihara. For once, I look forward to your stubbornness. I expect you to keep it so I can see you again soon."
I'll see Makiro back to the Temple, Sihara, but after that, I will be following Vex again. I may appreciate your position, but I do not agree with it. No doubt this is for the best anyway....as 'interesting' as that vision was...we both know the Order's view on such things... Goodbye, Sihara.
Red eyes lingered on her impassively until the doors closed and the transport began to lift away.
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Oct 7, 2009 20:47:54 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 7, 2009 20:47:54 GMT -5
Sihara gave a light sigh, her head hurting a little less thanks to that magical touch of his. Typical, not typical, sometimes she wished she were more the former and less the latter. It didn't take long for those sirens to cut off and the transport to come into her limited view and into the estate grounds. Their moving of her wasn't pleasant for the woman, but she tolerated it...they were doing their best, and it wasn't their fault moving caused pain.
Stubbornness, yes...she was proving she had it now as she tamped down the traces of anxiety that came with the whole situation. She couldn't think of a person who didn't feel some form of fear or anxiety when it came to being sent to the hospital...especially in a way such as this. She was fitted with oxygen, an IV, heart monitor, everything typical to the EMTs to keep her stable and monitor her health.
Those last words, however, the thought he sent to her, it had her eyes closing again, forcing a sigh past that forced flow of air.
--Thank you, Theron, but, I'm not sure you will see me again. I doubt I'll be calling myself 'jedi' for much longer...I have begun to have a difference of opinion in the views of the Order.
May the Force be with you...friend.--
Before she knew it, she was in the emergency rooms of the nearest medical facility.
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A®heim
One does not just make a dreadnought.
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Oct 7, 2009 23:19:52 GMT -5
Post by A®heim on Oct 7, 2009 23:19:52 GMT -5
A gentle breeze flowed through the trees, shaking a few leaves to be caught in the grasping arms of the underbrush. More leaves fell. More. The breeze had become a gust. The gust quickly turning into a tempest.
"Transport 40 degrees bearing 310, 590 meters."
Hold your fire, lieutenant. Pilot, take us lower.
The trees bent over, groaning in protest as the Rishii-class drop ship passed inches over their tops, making no more sound than the wind would. The receiver bleeped softly.
A pair of Republic soldiers, sent to apprehend the fugitives raised their heads at the encroaching rustle. They had been told to patrol the perimeter for any signs of "a brown-haired, blue eyed woman accompanied by a Dark Jedi escort". So far, no luck. Not that these men really lamented; facing off against a known Dark Jedi was not what they had in mind when they enlisted. Scholarship grants and free living maybe, but not certain torturous death. They had heard stories.
And so when that massive, thrumming craft neither of them had ever beheld in their life, tore mere feet of their heads, the 8 years of stalwart military training was all that kept them from throwing down their rifles and diving to the ground. So they just dove to the ground instead.
The craft continued on for another 50 meters before rotating around its axis and coming to a stop, vents opening on the bottom of the engines to allow the thrust to reach equilibrium. One of the soldiers lifted two fingers in a sign for the other to follow, and they slowly made their way towards the strange ship.
They pushed aside a branch to see it settling down in a clearing not quite big enough for it (but didn't seem to stop it from making it big enough). They could just make out movement inside the open side bay through the dust.
"What the hell is that thing?" one whispered to the other from behind. He looked tense and frightened.
"Why should I know?!" The other hissed back, "doesn't look like one of ours though.....come on, lets check it out."
The men stood and raised their blasters. Slowly, the stepped out of the brush, making towards the craft. "Halt! You are trespassing in a no public fly zone. In the name of the Galactic Republic, please identify yourselves immediately.
We have no time for this. 13, incapacitate them.
The patrol hardly had time to flinch as two short clicks heralded the arrival of two small darts just below their shoulders where the armor didn't cover. They staggered and fell a few seconds after.
Fair shot. Lieutenant, begin the extraction.
"Right away. Come on men, lets move, move move!"
A team clad in outdated Republic uniforms stormed out of the transport and set up a perimeter. Intelligence said that there would be no major military presence as of yet, but that would quickly change due to the recent events. In addition, there was the Dark Jedi. He wouldn't know they were on his side, and it wouldn't do well for their image to up and announce that.
"Sir, I found him!"
One of the team jogged out of the brush cradling something in his arms. The perimeter began to close back in and he was hurried onto the ship. The last of the team had barely stepped on board when the engines flared up, lifting the craft back amongst the treetops. The vents closed, and they were off at full speed.
You did well, 13. This was to be your field test, though it was not intended to be such a serious one.
I do what I can where I'm needed. The droid lifted its reptilian head to look at the metal bird perched upon a technical console. Will our brother be alright?
I've run my scans. The damage is extensive, but it's mostly gross mechanical. Most of the key pieces of software are salvageable.
The lizard-thing looked away in silence for a moment. I believe this to be the perfect first mission. I see what makes us Familiars.
The bird nodded and turned back to his brother.
Hang in there, Ayer...
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