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Jun 6, 2010 21:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 6, 2010 21:19:45 GMT -5
The woman hadn’t bothered to respond to Wash or his partner, simply going through the steps she needed to take to get this over with. The thought of being taken to the Sith certainly displeased her, but the way Sender had reacted had torn at her far worse than anything else. She didn’t care to even think of the two outside after that, so when he spoke again she opened her eyes and watched him silently for a long moment as she thought over his question.
You do intend harm, however…just not directly. The only thing I’ll ask is that you give the two pendants and the two rings to Sender for safe keeping. I doubt you’d be willing to part with the cloak as it may be of use to you, so I won’t bother asking, and the belt and boots are…of little meaning to any but myself. If I'm to be taken to the Sith, however, I don’t wish them to get their hands on those four items…and I don’t want them pawned off either. Sender will know what is best to do with them. If you do that, and keep your word about Sender, you’ll have my gratitude.
Her request may have seemed odd to some, but to her it was perfectly logical. She was ensuring the safety of those things that mattered most to her over her life. Those red eyes would seem to glisten slightly for a moment before she closed them again, blocking him out from her sight. It was going to be a long trip to Muunilist, and an even longer time on it, she was certain. Best to heal and prepare herself as best she could before they arrived there.
In the engine room, Sender caught the scrambling of his systems as Wash drew closer. The sound of the door opening and his name had the avian familiar sidestepping out from behind the engine where he’d hidden himself. Perching there on the edge of one of the terminals, he looked down at the strangely otter (or was it supposed to be a mink?) like familiar below him. The familiars were getting stranger every new batch, it seemed, and he wondered if the Wizard had finally lost it. Giving a familiar to a bounty hunter…what in the worlds had he been thinking?
I'm here…unfortunately.
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Jun 6, 2010 22:00:49 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 6, 2010 22:00:49 GMT -5
Rizzen listened to her words, nodding slightly in understanding. She had simple, very reasonable requests that he could fully understand. It made him respect her even more. This was beginning to be one of the few times in his life that his personal code warred with what he desired to do. He'd held an initial level of respect based on the research he'd done in order to prep for the render operation. His battle with her during the operation...her tenacity and quick thinking, her adaptability and resilience despite having the situation stacked against her only increased it. Her words and actions now, her resistant, but honorably conduct thus far while being a prisoner simply brought it to a new level.
Simply speaking...he was quickly finding that the idea of turning her over to the Sith was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Like it or not, he'd agreed to the contract, bound by his word, and had to finish it. He would not break the bond of his word, his integrity...not so long as those he worked with kept fidelity.
He did not respond...instead he simply moved back to his room, opening the door and moving inside. Going through her items, he'd find the small trinkets that she'd spoke of. Moving to a desk drawer, he'd pull out a black silken cloth and carefully fold it around them.
Leaving, he'd go back to the bridge. Everyone would be able to feel as the ship leapt into hyperspace. When it was clear that all was good and they were safely on their way, he'd see about patching up his own wounds. Since he didn't know if she'd eaten before the operation, he then went to the galley and prepared her food. She'd hear the door open and then slide closed for that holding container. Whenever she opened it, she would find a simple tray, bottle of water, a plate of rations he'd seasoned, and a spoon. There was a napkin and then a small, black folded cloth in the upper corner of the tray. It was that cloth, with her items and a note written in his neat, careful hand. -For you to hold on to until we arrive in Muunilist. I will adhere to your wishes after we've arrived there-
Meanwhile, Wash was almost bouncing with glee. He hadn't gotten to interact with too many of the original AER series familiars. There was Phae, of course, but his wise persona was a bit...intimidating for the young Familiar. He'd seen AER-02, but only as a show of how even great ideas have stumbling points at times. He also knew about 07...though he still wasn't sure whether that story was a lesson on the project's success...or failure. So being able to interact with Sender was almost like a gift. Sometimes, he missed being back at Project Familiar and getting to talk with his brothers and sisters.
He hopped his way over to Sender, skittering around him, those photoreceptors wide as he took him in, ducking under Sender's tail and coming out the other side to stand up in front of Sender. It was also quite a twist of the Force that their two systems, so similar, had wound up against each other. Could the Wizard even have expected THAT?
Inconceivable.
"I'm Wash, model FIDES-17. You're Sender, right? AER-04? It's soooo awesome getting to see you. I mean, I know about you of course...I've got databases on our history...but to see you! Wow! I'm so sorry we had to meet this way. We had no idea that we were going up against another Familiar pairing! I mean...what are the odds? 1:32,090,898,894,134,864,234...or so." He reached out, those small front paws reaching out to touch one of Sender's wings...ooohing at them. Then he paused and blinked, looking up at Sender.
His head drooped a bit. "I'm sorry. Really...if we'd known about this, I'm sure the Cap'n wouldn't have taken the job. I...I can't imagine what it must be like for you...and I've got a good number of processes trying to figure it out. The closest term is...'horrified'."
Those claws rubbed over each other a bit more as he shifted from one foot to another before suddenly perking up again. "Want to see my room?!?"
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Jun 6, 2010 22:56:03 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 6, 2010 22:56:03 GMT -5
Even as she felt his presence move away and focus on other things, the stoic woman worked to heal her injuries, speeding them into healing the way she wished. That bruising and internal damage soothed and mended, the skin of her arm knit back together…by the time she was finished she was nearly drained. The sound of the door on the other side had her blinking, almost stupidly, at the sound before she got up to go investigate what he’d put in there this time around. As the door opened, she gave a thankful little sigh and took the tray, moving back to the bed and sitting down on it. Eying the folded cloth and the note, she tilted her head at the message before looking at what was inside the cloth. Holding it to her chest for a moment, she closed her eyes and gave a sad little smile before setting them aside and working on the food and drink to help rebuild her energy. After placing the tray back, she kept the water close beside her when she settled down on the bed once more and slipped back into meditation, pressing her presence into the gems on four pieces of jewelry.
Sender was having quite an experience, however, in meeting this new cousin. The little mink-like creation skittered and scrabbled around him in a circle, eying him like a shiny new toy or some kind of idol and Sender hadn’t a clue as to why. First off, he was anything BUT shiny…years of wear and tear had him scuffed and repainted so many times all of the ‘shine’ was gone. Secondly, he was one of the original models…and one of the few that actually still functioned properly. Why the FIDES might be reacting so excitedly, he hadn’t the slightest clue. Suddenly there was a flurry of speech and questions from this Wash character and the only reaction Sender could formulate was a widening of those red optics and a gaping of his beak. The odds that Wash gave him finally shook some sense back into the AER, even as his cousin’s paws reached out to touch one of his wings. Without thinking he obliged and held the thing out for inspection.
Actually, the odds are 1: 32,090,898,894,134,864,234.005…but who ever heard of .005 of a person? Yes, I'm AER-04, designation Sender.
The apology that came next had his own head drooping a bit, those wings coming up in what was meant to be a shrug.
I…don’t like it…but…we have a dangerous job. I always knew one day something would happen, but…I didn’t expect anything like this. I always thought the Wizard knew what he was doing when...um…well never mind that. Horrified? That’s…close…I suppose, but only one of a very many things I'm ‘feeling.’
Again he was caught off guard as Wash’s mood shifted drastically in the other direction once again. And here he thought 10 and HIS mood swings were bad! Or 13 and her LACK of mood swings! What had Pan been on when this one came around? Spice?
Um…I…suppose?
This was brand new to him…having another familiar oogling him and gawking over him like he were some kind of role-model. Maybe this was what it was like for people who had siblings much younger than themselves? He’d read about it, and heard about it from some of the people on base he’d interacted with, but…never…ever…in a million years did he expect to ever EXPERIENCE it.
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Jun 7, 2010 19:16:03 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 7, 2010 19:16:03 GMT -5
Wash hopped over Sender in his excitement, circling for a minute before popping back up on those back legs and clapping his paws together. He looked to Sender, the whole body undulating around as he moved about without an apparent destination in mind. Finally, he'd seem to get ahold of himself and bolted toward the door. "Follow me!"
Though he lacked the repulso propulsion that his predecessor had, he still managed to move quickly, those RCMs moving fervently and giving him a surprisingly fluid range of motion as he all but vaulted along the floor in that undulating run in order to move as fast as possible. As they moved through the ship, it would become very apparent that Wash's partner was a very meticulous person. The ship was spotless...from the engine room she'd been in, to the hall they were walking down. The entirety of the ship, if Sender looked, would be the same way.
Almost.
Wash stopped at a door two rooms down from where they could find Rizzen's room and Rahja's cell. The door slid open at Wash's request... and the difference was considerable. The small bunk area looked as though something had exploded within it. There were items everywhere. Everything from different weapons that he'd found and liked (and Rizzen had been nice enough to carry for him), to different gems, including a Corusca gem the size of a small fist that Wash pounced and rolled around with on the floor for a minute. There were floorplans and layouts of different places that they'd infiltrated. There were numerous different items taken from their exploits over the last nine months...mementos that had caught Wash's eye.
One wall, however, was different than the rest and it gave the whole of the room an odd, surrealistic feel. There were...lamps. Lamps of different shapes, many of conical design. Within were illuminated liquids of different colors. The interiors were heated, allowing globs of molten, waxy substance to float up and down within the liquid. The light from them made the experience almost psychadelic.
It would be quite overwhelming to take it all in. Rizzen had been happening down the hall and seeing the play of light coming out of the open door. Walking down to it, he'd lean his shoulder against the wall, looking at the two Familiars. After a moment, while Wash was bouncing around his room, Rizzen spoke with a low chuckle. "Sometimes I worry that I indulge him too much."
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Jun 7, 2010 20:29:06 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 7, 2010 20:29:06 GMT -5
Ducking as his (obviously much younger) cousin bounded over his back and circled around him, Sender would have been blinking in utter mystification at the temperament of Wash. Such a hyper Familiar he’d never met before…and considering who he was partnered with, the poor bird had little clue on what to do with all of that hyper energy. When Wash went skittering and bounding away, those propulsion systems came online with a burst of energy and brought him soaring easily above the mink-like droid, casting a shadow over him and giving Wash the appearance of having unseen wings. Not much attention was paid to the state of the ship as they passed down the hall. To be honest, Sender saw this ship as little more than a moving prison by this point…what with Rah forcing him to go against his own desires and be taken into custody…and so it really didn’t matter to him WHAT the place looked like. He did, however, subconsciously notice the fact that it was kept up well enough. The falleen wasn’t a slob, at least.
As the door to Wash’s room slid open, Sender hovered just outside the doorway for a moment, glancing down the hall to the next couple of rooms and wondered just which one Rah was in. With a synthesized sigh, he followed in after his cousin and settled down on one of the shelves that he managed to find some (minimal) space on. This room was a sight and a half for Sender…there were things EVERYWHERE! Again, the poor AER felt quite out of his depth. Being the nomadic attack dogs of the Republic, Rahja tended to only keep what she could carry. There were, of course, a very few things that she kept squirreled away on the base that were quite useless in battle, or her job in general, but those were mostly clothes…or books…maybe a vid or two. Anything of value was kept on her and was small enough to not get in the way of her duties. With this sort of lifestyle, Sender had nothing to his name…not really. Only the tools he came equipped with, a helium grenade that Rah had thoughtfully had created for him (just in case of mynocks…he never went anywhere without one of those little grenades), and that was it. Even at Rahja’s apartment he only had a wooden perch and a soft ball that he and Rah used to toss around and play ‘catch’.
To see something like THIS was just…
He simply couldn’t fathom it.
As Wash romped around the room, he eyed the brightly colored lamps for a moment before poking around the things on the shelf curiously…if not a bit cautiously. The blueprints were also taken in (in great detail) and saved to his memory banks for later analysis. Moving to a new shelf, he carefully clung to the edge of it with his talons and sidled along it, in an almost parrot-like way…until he heard Rizzen, that is. Startled, those wing covers swiftly withdrew, the silver-black feathers beneath crackling with tiny sparks of electricity, giving him an odd look. Upon seeing who it was that had spoken, those feathers crackled a moment longer before the energy dancing between them faded away at last. Those covers did not replace themselves, though.
Yes well...we never had much at PFHQ. It was a lot of testing and poking and prodding and learning and then time to recharge then back at it again.
That tone had gone cold as he spoke, still clinging with his back away from the wall, facing the items on the shelf, held up only by those talons as he gripped the edge of the metal. Pressing his wings back to his sides, he swiveled his head around one way, then the other, as he looked about the room again.
Must be nice, though…
Some of the ice had left his tone as he mused some on the fact that it must have been nice to have a place to keep the things you liked during your travels…or even being able to collect the things you liked. Heck…he didn’t even know WHAT he liked or what he might collect if he could. It was never really an option unless he could stuff it in his chassis, and sometimes that took time he just didn’t have. Well…oh well. No point musing about it if you couldn’t have it, right?
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Jun 7, 2010 21:23:14 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 7, 2010 21:23:14 GMT -5
Wash stopped, those photoreceptors widening and his own defensive mechanisms coming to life as those seemingly harmless whiskers crackled with energy and he was suddenly up on his back paws, the front crackling with those claws held out. He'd reacted protectively at Sender's activating defenses, the small form "in front" of Rizzen as much as a two-foot tall automaton could be. He perked up t. "Stay good, Sender, stay good!"
Rizzen stood still during this, wisely deciding that he was not about to get inbetween the two Familiars unless he absolutely needed to. They were hardly as defenseless as they might seem at first glance. Thankfully, Sender backed down the armaments, keying in Wash to do the same.
As much time as he'd spent with Wash, there were still times that these familiars still managed to surprise him with their apparent humanity and anthropomorphism. Even though he'd had him less than a year, Rizzen still found times that he forgot Wash was droid.
He remembered back when they had first been paired. It seemed, dubious, at best. The two of them seemed like oil and water; Rizzen with his cool, careful, and jaded demeanor against Wash's exuberance and apparent innocence. Rizzen shook his head from the thoughts. Wash had certainly proved him wrong...on several occasions particularly.
Crouching down, he'd rest his palm lightly on Wash's head. "I need to talk to your new friend for a minute, Wash...would you mind checking on Ms. Kel and then keeping an eye on the cockpit?"
Was seemed slightly bummed, he was feeling rather proud, hearing Sender's ruminations about his room. He nodded however, walking out between Rizzen's legs. He popped out from around the corner of the door again a moment later, however, looking up at the bird. "If you want, Sender, you can stay with me in my room until we get you back to Project Familiar...it will be like a slumber party!"
Rizzen shook his head again, chuckling a bit as Wash finally moved off before looking back to Sender. "I am going to be returning you to PFHQ after the completion of my contract. Keeping you in Wash's room on Muunilist seems a good bet so as to keep the Sith from detecting you. There are also items that Ms. Kel is putting in your care. I've returned them to her for the moment, but have agreed to transferring them over to you prior to landing for the exchange. If you would like, I am more than willing to allow the two of you as much time together as you need. I think her capture is less of a concern, less of an agony for her than knowing you are mad at her. The time would do you both well, I think."
Wash, meanwhile, found himself there in front of Rahja's door. He was a bit perplexed. He couldn't OPEN it...so he didn't know how to check on her. Calculating force, mass, and geometric angles, he'd position himself, running to the opposit wall and leaping. Those reciprocating chemical muscles bunching before he powerd from the wall, claws reaching out and....grasping the handle for dear life as his weight drug it down. Dangling there, he'd finally manage to drag himself up, using the handle as a step and the bottom of the bin to help him up.
The plan was to get in the bin, then reach up along the top rim and look up through the plasteel to look in. He did, however, forget to consider the fact that the doors were meant to automatically reclose without pressure. Once he was in, that door slid up and closed, giving him no purchase with which to move. But at least Rizzen had moved the tray and remaining food detritus. It could have been worse.
Looking around him in the pitch black within the bin, Wash would droop his ear. "Uh oh..."
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Jun 7, 2010 22:10:05 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 7, 2010 22:10:05 GMT -5
((Wash?)) “Stay good, Sender, stay good.” That head tilted to the side slightly, watching the dancing electricity and shaking his head a bit. Really now? He did a few calculations as he eyed the length and approximated the weight of the FIDES as well as his shape. Chances were, that by the time he got to a point where the little mink could reach him or jump after him, he’d have been to Rizzen already…or, more likely, the little thing would just hack his systems and shut him down. Good thing he hadn’t honestly been considering an attack. Watching the interaction between man and familiar, Sender flicked his tail to help keep his balance as he shifted slightly to get a stronger grip on the shelf once more. Wash’s comment about slumber parties had him pulling his head back and tilting it again. What in the worlds? Shaking it off, he turned his attention back to the falleen. “I am going to be returning you to PFHQ…” Sender gave a quiet sigh and sidled back to a space on the shelf where he could shift his weight up onto the surface of it and look at Rizzen properly. Nodding slightly, he flicked those wings and allowed the covers to slide back over his feathers. Hunkering down on the shelf, he listened quietly until the man was finished speaking before nodding again. Of course…her rings and necklaces, no doubt. Thank you for letting her hold onto them for now…they mean quite a bit to her…mementos that she had from before she met me. As for spending time with her…He let out a heavy sigh, and almost wished he could translate how he was feeling into something more…visible. The REAs and FIDES models were lucky in that way…given ways to show their emotions. Just because he couldn’t show the sadness he felt, didn’t mean that he didn’t feel it though. I would appreciate that…------ Rah was settled silently on her bed, the water now completely gone, and the ring Shelk had given her settled in her upturned palms, the other items laid out meticulously on the black cloth beside her on the bed. She was focused intently on the red gem set into it, eyes closed, and pressing the force into it. Crystals weren’t the only things that could be charged with that life energy, after all, though they were certainly easier. How did she know if she’d never become a padawan? Easy…she’d been curious enough, one day, to take apart one of the training sabers and practice on the crystal in it. That was just another thing stacked against her when it came to her time as a youngling, but…nothing could change it now. Now, she was practicing the same thing…only on a different substance. She’d done it before with the gems, but never to this degree. Why? Because… That was the time that she heard the dull thump of something into the receptacle in the door. Those red eyes opened and she sighed slightly, wondering what it was that he’d decided to put through this time around. Drawing herself up she padded toward the door, ring clasped tightly in one hand. Pulling her side open, that grim blue face and deep red eyes gazed down at what she found within…utterly perplexed. The slight furrowing of her brow and the barely noticeable tilt of her head were the only signs of that confusion as she folded her arms, gazing at the familiar within. What are you doing in there?
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2010 18:10:28 GMT -5
Wash was busy circling around, trying to figure out a way to get out of the bin. He'd just been about to page Rizzen over the intercom when he heard the other door opening and the light coming in from her room. Turning, he ducked his head and looked up to her as she stared down to him with that slightly perplexed experience. Wash looked sheepish, like a kid in the cookie jar, those photoreceptors widening out and attempting to look cute and innocent. "I, uh, got stuck...was trying to climb up to see how you were doing and the door closed on me. Thanks for getting me out!"
Wash dropped down to the floor in her cell, winding his way around her legs, twining them up a moment before he moved around the room, inspecting everything. Leaning back on his rear paws, he peeked over the edge of the bed and saw those trinkets there on the bed, laid out on the black cloth. He hopped up onto it, circling the shinies. "Oooohhhhh...those are pretty!"
Back on his hind legs once more, his front paws rubbed over each other again and he seemed very interested in taking a closer look, but managed to restrain himself. They weren't his, after all...and he knew who's they were. He didn't want to be rude.
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Jun 8, 2010 19:23:42 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 8, 2010 19:23:42 GMT -5
Sighing at his explanation and the look he gave her, she shook her head…a little, half-amused, shadow of a smile barely lifting one corner of her mouth as she watched him drop to the floor.
It wasn’t intentional. Had no clue it was you in there.
Red eyes followed him as he wound around her ankles a few times before scampering around the room. There wasn’t much to inspect, so it was little surprise to her when he headed for the bed. When he reacted to the jewelry laid out on the cloth her eyes widened slightly and she moved swiftly toward where Wash was gazing at them. When he hopped up and circled them, sitting back on his haunches and rubbing his paws around each other, she flipped the cloth over them to shield them from his sight before placing the ring she was holding on it also and folding the cloth the rest of the way so that they were safely ensconced in the smooth cloth. A very protective one she was of these items.
Please…please leave these alone. I don’t like them being touched by others.
Her tone was, if anything, almost nervous sounding as those eyes moved about to find a place to put the folded cloth where he might not reach it. With a quiet huff of acceptance, she shook her head and sat down on the bed, looking at him. There was no where to put them that was safe…and really…she shouldn’t. He hadn’t DONE anything, hadn’t tried to touch them or do anything to them. It wasn’t his fault for being curious or interested.
I'm sorry…I shouldn’t have reacted that way. These are just…very special to me.
Folding her legs in front of her, she moved back against the wall and settled the folded cloth on her lap before motioning him over with one gentle motion of her hand. Unfolding the cloth again, she carefully held it so the items inside wouldn’t fall off of her leg.
Come on…take a look then, if that’s what you want, but don’t touch.
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Jun 8, 2010 20:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2010 20:07:49 GMT -5
Those audial flaps had been perked up in his interest, all of his focus on those items there on her cloth. When she covered them up so abruptly and pulled them away rather brusquely, the flaps lowered and that little rodent face looked up at her, hurt. "I didn't....I wasn't...I didn't mean to-...I just want to..." He sighed a bit, "...look."
He didn't really have them in the traditional sense, but Wash managed to make his shoulders look slumped, head hanging low as he moved to the edge of the bed and hopped down. He was looking at the door and trying to figure out how to leave. He obviously wasn't wanted here....then she spoke again and apologized. He looked around, listening to her quietly, unusually quiet. He waited until she was finished and had even gone so far as to offer to let him see the items again before he spoke.
"I figured they must have been important...I...was kinda patched in to the intercom system through the ship when you and the Cap'n were speaking. I wasn't gonna touch though, really... I'm sorry if I scared you. I know you must be having a tough time...I wouldn't like being locked up and losing all my stuff either. The Corusca gem Rizzen gave me...my lava lamps...it would be horrible." He gave a full-body shake at the simple thought of it. If she had seen his room as Sender had, perhaps she'd better understand just how attached he got to things.
Tentatively, he moved back toward the bed, thinking for a moment before accepting her invitation. His weight would land back on the bed as he curled around on it for a bit, trying to find a good place. Unable to, he'd look up at her cautiously before he'd move up onto her other leg, his lower half curling across her knees beneath the cloth while his "shoulder" and head rested against her stomach as he peered down at those items.
"They are beautiful...do you mind if I ask how you got them?" He knew he was potentially entering dangerous territory. His voice got a bit quicker as he began rambling. "If you don't want to answer...it's okay. I mean...I know some stuff...Cap'n let me look over your dossier, but he always tells me that facts don't really tell you about a person. He says you have to feel them. He said he thought there was something that drove you...something that made you become as you were...a pain. He said that someone with your background doesn't just become a hunter of men without reason. I...don't really know what he means...not all of it....but...well, If you don't want to talk about it...that's okay. I'm okay with looking. I like looking. They are....wow."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 8, 2010 21:12:51 GMT -5
She gave a sad little smile to him and nodded just a bit in understanding. That shroud of raven hair moved around her like a living shadow and framing her face with its darkness, those red eyes shining out of it oddly.
It’s alright, Wash…I don’t mind the imprisonment…and most of the things I'm losing are replaceable. What isn’t…well, the ones that are most important to me are taken care of, and that’s what matters.
Watching him hop up again, the woman waited quietly for him to find a place to settle down. Clambering up and over her leg to settle in her lap, she shook her head a bit and huffed a tolerant little sigh. At his question, she gave him a thin lipped smile and tapped his head as he rambled off. It was a reaction by now…that motion…something she did to Sender to get him to calm down and be quiet, or to get his attention. Obviously it didn’t work as he kept right on going. Well…of course it wouldn’t work…he wasn’t Sender.
“He said he thought there was something that drove you…something that made you become as you were…a pain.”
Oh, now that was funny. A quiet little laugh bubbled up at that statement despite the fact that she knew he hadn’t meant it how it had sounded. It was just too good an opportunity to pass up though.
Oh…so he said I'm a pain now, am I? Well good…he’d be right.
Of course, her words were all in good fun…an attempt to lighten the mood…but her jokes typically tended to put others off in some way or another. Chances were her joke would end up flustering the poor excitable familiar.
He’s right though…I was a healer. Not typically something you’d expect when looking at a sniper for the military. As for how I got these…the rings, they were…engagement rings. The necklace with the red glass in it was my fiance’s. The one with the blue crystal I got when I stumbled across my homeworld by chance. That is the simple version of how I came to possess them. The story behind it…I’d rather not go into. I have enough other things to focus on right now.
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Jun 10, 2010 19:37:18 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 10, 2010 19:37:18 GMT -5
The tap on Wash's head certainly didn't get him to stop. Oh no, there were specific things to do to get the mustalid droid to quiet down and focus. She wouldn't know that, however, so all the tap did was cause him to "blink" a bit before he kept going. Then he heard her words. Those receptors got large and wide as that head rose up a bit to look at her. "I didn't...he wasn't...didn't mean to....that wasn't what I...but..." The idea that she was going to fluster him was spot on. He was only stopped when she continued to speak. Those flaps for the directional audio-finding sensors opened and he paid rapt attention to her. It made sense...and even with his own particular brand of ADOS he could fill in the blanks and see that Rizzen, most likely, was right. Engagement rings. Plural. She had both, which meant something had happened to the fiance when she coupled that with the past tense. The fact that she didn't want to talk about it would only further that assessment. "I understand then why you are protective about them."
Silence had descended down between the Mandalorian and the Familiar in that technicolored room. After a moment, Rizzen looked at Sender levelly. There was much that he could say, much, perhaps, that he should say. It did not mean that he would. He had his own feelings about this matter, but they did not need to be made public, not yet. His feelings about things didn't matter right now. Honor and duty did. Finally, he would gesture back out into the hall. "I can take you to her now, if you wish." He'd wait a moment for the Familiar's wishes before stepping back out of the room and heading down the hall.
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Jun 10, 2010 19:58:03 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 10, 2010 19:58:03 GMT -5
Rahja nodded slightly and settled back against the wall further, the drain from healing still clinging to her despite the food and water. Really, what she needed was sleep…meditation could only bring her so much rest after all. Stifling a yawn, she folded the cloth again and held it in one hand as she let her head rest back against the cool metal, her eyes closing and letting herself drift for a moment…or perhaps several moments? She wasn’t certain…but she opened them again to the sound of movement at the door.
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If you would please. No doubt she’s been keeping herself busy up until now with healing herself or what not…so I’d like to see her before she…well, that doesn’t really matter. Lead on then.
He would follow Rizzen as he left the room and headed down the hall, hovering beside him at the door. Through the window he could see Rah, propped up against the wall on the bed, looking half asleep and…Wash? Wait…what was he doing in there?
Is your partner supposed to be in there?
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Jun 10, 2010 20:23:47 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 10, 2010 20:23:47 GMT -5
She looked about ready to drift off. Wash didn't know about the Jedi healing she'd done to herself, after all. He assumed it was a reaction to the events leading up to her capture or some such. He settled his head down, since he was comfortable and there wasn't much he could do until Rizzen came and got him out. Besides, the sparklies were...well....sparkly.
Rizzen walked down the hall with Sender following. Pausing at the door, he was about to radio Wash to make sure that everything was still working normally when those violet eyes looked through the plasteel. He saw Rahja there, of course, settled there against the wall, apparently resting with those personal effects on her lap. Given the situation, that was not surprising. The surprise was seeing Wash there, curled up on her lap like a sleeping lapdog. At that, he let out a long suffering sigh. It was about that time that Sender hovered there and looked within. At his question, Rizzen shook his head. "No." Stepping away from the door, he moved to his room and entered. He took out a pair of Force Cuffs, a set that had a reinforce cabling that ran from the cuffs down, ending in a second set that went around the legs, limiting movement. Exiting, he'd close his room down, opening their side of the bin and slipping it inside. "Please, Ms. Kel, if you would be so kind, put on the set of Force Cuffs. Wash, check them once she has so that I can open the door and allow Sender in to spend time with her." Wash perked up at the sound. At first he was excited. Rizzen was here to get him out! Then he saw the look in Rizzen's eyes and that enthusiasm dampened quickly. He remembered now that he'd kind of messed up by winding up in here. "Yes, Cap'n..." He bounced off of her lap and onto the bed.
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Jun 10, 2010 20:56:39 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 10, 2010 20:56:39 GMT -5
Subtle Subterfuge Pt2: Betrayal!Those crimson eyes flickered open at his voice. It took a short moment for those words to register, but when they did she just…couldn’t help her next reaction. The sound was rich and light, echoing slightly in the empty room as she laughed at his request. He was asking her to cuff herself? Oh…now that was funny. All manner of sarcastic remarks flitted through her head as she laughed and slowly tried to calm herself, wiping away some of the tears that had formed at the corner of her eyes. Well…at least he wasn’t entirely stupid. Standing as Wash lept off her lap, she paced toward the door almost lazily, a wicked little smirk on her face. Yessum masta…I’ll cuff mahself, cause I'mma good lil’ prisoner, yes I am. Jus’ don’ gimme the switch masta! Anythin’ but the switch!That long suffering sigh Rizzen had just given about Wash? It was echoed now by Sender as he watched his partner give the falleen an impish little grin before opening the slot in her side of the door and taking out the binders. You know…I COULD just keep these and see what I can do with them.She stated, holding them up where Rizzen could see them and leaning casually against the door with one shoulder. Lucky you that I’d like to see the insufferable bird hovering and sighing beside you.With that she stood straight again and moved back to the bed, snapping the binders around her ankles first, followed by those for her wrists. Nodding for Wash to come closer, she held out her wrists to him. Left one is a little loose, you’ll want to tighten it a bit more.It was unfortunate that it was in Sender’s best interest for her to go along with his requests willingly, or she’d have not played so nicely. Sitting calmly, she allowed the familiar on her side to check the binders and tighten them appropriately before standing again and waiting for that door to open.
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