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Oct 11, 2010 23:15:05 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 11, 2010 23:15:05 GMT -5
She’d grumped at his reply to her concern, especially when he pushed the other glass in her direction. ”Guerfel…ke’dem…grrr…Sahsalhah, Sev…Sahsalhah.” Yes, she was calling him a fool (a crazy one at that), and telling him she wasn’t about to agree with him. ”I’ll ‘worry boot it’ if I want, Six-lead, and before you ask, yes…I just called you a fool. Sodding man…you’re about as nutty as trail mix and as stubbornly idiotic as any man I’ve ever met….not worry about it my Corellian arse…” She didn’t even bother with the drink until she’d dealt with the owner and he’d gone off to get the med-kit, only then deciding to knock back the shot. Setting the glass down with a loud thunk, her brow furrowed as she watched him slip his hand down to put pressure over the injury. His reply earned a shake of her head as she pulled her seat closer to him and smiled slightly helping steady him again with a hand. Was she hurting? Of course she was, who wouldn’t be with their side, back and hands stuck full of glass shards? Was she playing it off? Hell yes she was, she didn’t want him more worried about her than he was. Was she worried about him? More than she would ever admit…not to herself, and certainly not to him. Maybe she was being over protective but she just couldn’t help it, Sev meant a lot to her and seeing him in this kind of pain…and getting a bit pale…it frightened the hell out of her. Gently she’d rap her knuckles against his forehead and manage a chuckle. ”You really are guerfel, Sev…” Why? Well…there were a lot of things she could have said to follow that but none of them were about to actually be spoken. When his eyes closed her face darkened again and she scooted a bit closer helping put pressure on the injury and wrapping her other arm around him…though it hurt like hellfire to stretch her injured side that way. ”Hang in there, eh? We’ll get you patched up in no time.” Sam actually managed to sound more chipper than she felt, but she’d always had a way of doing that. The owner appeared a moment later with the med-kit and she nodded her thanks. With his help the kit was opened and the two got Sev patched up with relative ease, considering he didn’t exactly try to fight them off. That, at least, was something she was thankful for. It wouldn’t be a trained medic worthy patching, but it got the job done. With her hands still fairly out of commission and bleeding she’d had to instruct the owner in how to do the job while she got her hands as clean as possible. By the time he was ready for the stitches she was able to put a few in without the worry of her hands bleeding during it or getting dirt into them. What she couldn’t close with the wide stitches she had the owner close with medical adhesive glue. Once the injury was closed, koltoed up, and wrapped she settled in with a wince. ”There…good as new…ish.” It was a poor attempt at humor but she was too busy pealing her serape away from her side and off to see what the real damage was under there. (( adhesive glue reference: www.ur.umich.edu/9697/Jun11_97/artcl07.htm and www.nytimes.com/1997/05/21/us/using-glue-instead-of-stitches.html this does not mean I condone gluing things that may need medical treatment or stitches, but it's possible for star wars, right? ))
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Post by Latus on Oct 18, 2010 22:22:50 GMT -5
The cold sensation in his side was spreading. From the cut it had grown slowly but steadily until his entire side felt as though it was under a cold compress. His eyes closed against the coming discomfort served only as a dark screen for lights to flare and dance across his vision. He knew they were simply hallucinations from the loss of blood but it pushed his mind to an uneasy place; this is one hell of a leak. Even as he waited for Sam to take the drink, however, the tone her voice took on was one he had not heard in a long time. It was one that he recognized and he at once regretted his previous words.
He didn't need to translate much of her speech. The old corellian word guerfel, one he had heard several times before, meant fool. However, as she spoke he could only let his mouth curl into a soft smile. Whether she knew it or not he had been taken back to the old days. Familiar sights danced across his consciousness as he passed in and out of daydreaming. It was likely the lack of blood that caused his mind to wander but he heard every word, understood everything that she meant. Sev knew he shouldn't have said not to worry but, simply put, he didn't want Sam to worry about him. Even as she called him by his old designation, Six-Lead, he couldn't help but chuckle. And stubbornly idiotic? Ah cannae argue wit that.
Maybe he was just a stubborn old fool for not wanting others to worry about him.
Sev's eyes never opened as she spoke, neither did he move other than the rise and fall of his breathing. It wasn't until he heard her chair move and felt the warmth of her arm on his side that one eye slid open. He looked at her, those gray eyes glistening with a mixture of pain and sadness. Slowly he reached his free hand over and stroked her cheek, running it all the way down to the base of her neck.
”Hang in there, eh? We’ll get you patched up in no time.”
D'ya think ah oughta shout "medic?" Seems a bit 'ppropriate 'ere.
Sev's lips parted into a toothy grin and he sighed at her. Maybe it was the lack of blood but to him Sam had never looked better. Granted she was banged and bruised, cut up both front and back, but he liked the look. It reminded him of their Sevens days, after a tough mission. A new rattling and more footsteps marked the return of the owner with the med kit and Sev closed his eye again, leaning back in the chair.
Choosing to say nothing Sev only nodded. Taking a breath he bent to one side and slid his combat knife from its sheath on his boot. Slowly he brought it up to his face and, opening his mouth, he slid it between his teeth. Ain't got no bullet. For the next several minutes Sev allowed them to work. He could barely feel the needle as it pierced his cold skin and stitched the flesh together but a twinge of pain would shoot through him every now and then forcing him to bite down hard. Finally, with a warming smear of Kolto Sev released his jaw and withdrew the blade letting his arm drop. For a few moments he breathed in and out, testing the stitching in his side. When he felt they were strong enough he opened his eyes and sat up. He looked one way, at the owner as he washed his hands and put everything back into the med kit, then the other to Sam seated a mere foot away.
Heh, ah feel bet'r already. Thanks lads an' lass.
Grinning he shifted in his seat, knowing it was probably not a good idea to move just yet, to get a better look at the owner. For another brief instant Sev sized the man up before finally speaking.
Now, aboot yer bar. Ah 'ave a fine amount 'o service pay available tae pay fer th' damages... 'ow much are we talkin' aboot 'ere?
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Oct 18, 2010 23:40:55 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 18, 2010 23:40:55 GMT -5
Her skin heated as his hand brushed along her cheek and down her neck. Had her heart just skipped a beat? No…that had to be her imagination. Right? Of course it was. It was just silly to think that her heart would upset it’s rhythm because of a simple brush of his hand. Sure he was rugged, and sure he wasn’t half bad looking, and sure there was that sexy accent but that was NO reason for her to get all starry eyed. Especially not when he was losing blood. Oh yes, that thought got her mind back on track so that she and the owner could get down to business. ”Appropriate, sure…but please don’t. You shouting anything about now would likely just make me jump and all that wonderful glass would make me wince and cry like a baby and then nothing would get done, and you’d be stuck with a sobbing ball-o-Sam.” Teasing again? Of course. It was always better to make light of things and keep the mood up when things weren’t going so well.
Even once they finished patching Sev up and she peeled away her serape to reveal the slowly spreading blood stains along the side and back of her shirt, Sam’s mind certainly wasn’t on the glass below. She couldn’t get her mind off of his touch. It was something so simple and so benign that she felt foolish for dwelling on it. Goddess almighty, Samantha…what are you thinking you dummy? Oh right…YOU’RE NOT! Get a grip on reality and get over it. So he gave you a nice pet to the cheek…you haven’t been so school-girlish about something like that for years. It was the truth too. She hadn’t been so fixated on something so simple since she was dating Brathos. She certainly hadn’t been ‘starry eyed’ for anyone since then and she certainly wasn’t expecting to feel that way about Sev. After all, he was Sev…her wing leader, her ranking officer, her friend but not in that way! Right? Of course right. It was just a stupid notion.
But…if it was so stupid…why couldn’t she get it out of her mind?
A loud hiss of pain punctuated the end of Sev’s question to the pub owner as her hand accidentally brushed some of the glass in her side because of her scattered thoughts. Blinking over at the two as she felt their eyes on her, she blushed and hunkered down a bit, giving a sheepish grin and a chuckle. ”Heh…sorry? Brushed my side on accident.” Clearing her throat, she recovered her composure (though she was still blushing slightly), and stood up to go survey the damage to her side in a mirror, pulling up that side of her shirt to look. Well…just like she thought…bad. Her side glistened with bits of glass and small streams of blood, not to mention the bruising that was coming in.
The owner settled down in one of the seats and opened the med kit again as the other Bha’lir moved to look at her side in the mirror. Shaking his head, he pulled out the things they’d need to get her patched up as well. “Look…I have the funds to get the place cleaned up. What I don’t have is the time to help that one out, and she’ll need all the help she can get if she’s dealing with the Hutts. Those damned worms deserve every ounce of whatever she’s going to do to them, but they’re never easy to deal with. Now, I doubt the Tribunal would have sent her alone to deal with them seeing how young she is, but I can’t say for sure either. You help her get done whatever needs doing and we’ll call it even. Got it? Doubt even your Republic men would have trouble finding fault with you screwing over a Hutt.” The hazel eyes of the pub owner bored into Sev's as he spoke. Running a hand through his light brown hair he'd chuckle slightly. "Or, if you prefer, consider it keeping your lady friend out of their dungeons...or worse, being made their new favorite slave toy."
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Oct 19, 2010 22:15:54 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Oct 19, 2010 22:15:54 GMT -5
His head was starting to swim, the alcohol finally reaching the neurons in his brain to create the pleasant onset of a buzz. With a deep sigh he slowly returned his blade to his boot and sat straight waiting for the owner to reply. Sam had spoken again bringing with it a tone that hinted at a much more positive attitude and the soldier sighed in relief. Moral is half the battle in any case and he worried that his previous comment had done damage to the situation. Taking everythign in context he smiled, happy to just see that side of her again.
Then he stopped, took a breath and paused to look at her. There was something different when he cast his gaze into her eyes. Rather than the glint of respect, maybe admiration he saw something different. Something he wasn't sure how to quantify. He watched as Sam's hand slowly brushed her side and she jumped forcing Sev's eyebrows to do the same.
”Heh…sorry? Brushed my side on accident.”
He let out a sigh of true relief and gave a brief chuckle. It also reminded him of her injury, of how powerless he was. His own situation, and lack of blood, made him all but useless to her and, as she removed her serape the worry rose in his stomach like a bad case of heartburn as his eyes traced the blood flowing from her shallow wounds. Some bruising was setting in, he could see it around the cuts and scratches. Movement off to the side drew his gaze as the owner took a seat beside her pulling different items out of the med kit. THe soldier nearly jumped as he spoke.
"Look…I have the funds to get the place cleaned up. What I don’t have is the time to help that one out, and she’ll need all the help she can get if she’s dealing with the Hutts. Those damned worms deserve every ounce of whatever she’s going to do to them, but they’re never easy to deal with. Now, I doubt the Tribunal would have sent her alone to deal with them seeing how young she is, but I can’t say for sure either. You help her get done whatever needs doing and we’ll call it even. Got it? Doubt even your Republic men would have trouble finding fault with you screwing over a Hutt.”
Sev could only blink through his monologue trying to understand what everything meant. Sure the soldier knew that this man was a Bha'Lir but what was all this about the Hutts? It didn't sound like the hutts sent the pirates but it did sound like Sam had a bone to pick. His mouth dropped open a centimeter at his request, "You help her get done..." It must have been the loss of blood or the powerful alcohol that made him slow to realize; her next 'mission' involved something with the Hutts!
"Or, if you prefer, consider it keeping your lady friend out of their dungeons...or worse, being made their new favorite slave toy."
Dungeon? Slave toy? Sev's brow furrowed and the smile left his face, replaced by a scowl and he turned to look at her. His look dripped a single question; "What else have you not told me?" All of a sudden he thought he saw her eyes revert to the old look of respect for a superior. Taking a deep breath Sev turned away to look back at the owner. What choice did he have? He was just one man. Slowly he nodded.
Wha' choice d' I 'ave? Ah accept those terms... an Sam... He turned back to look at her, his glare much less sharp. We're gonnae 'ave tae 'ave a li'l chat aboot thus.
Leaning foreword he tried to tear his mind away from the man's request, focusing on Sam's injuries. Just in case the owner missed something that he saw.
Hutts... why did it have to be hutts?
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Oct 20, 2010 5:08:25 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 20, 2010 5:08:25 GMT -5
Moving back to take a seat again, she held her shirt up while the owner carefully started picking out the glass shards. It stung like hell, but at least the alcohol was helping dull her senses a bit. They weren’t dulled enough, however, to keep her from wincing mentally at everything he was saying to Sev. By the time it was over, she wasn’t just wincing mentally, but physically as well. That was NOT how she’d intended he find out…in fact, he was never supposed to find out. At least, not until it was over. All her thoughts to that point were easily summed up into three little letters: F.M.L. This was especially true when she caught the look on Sev’s face. Her own must have been priceless. Grey eyes widened slightly before she ‘winced’ slightly, her face paling a bit before flushing pink along her cheeks and the tops of her ears.
Honestly…it was all she could do not to laugh at that look as well. Why? Because, at points, when she was nervous…she would laugh, or at least giggle anxiously. She’d had plenty of practice at suppressing it, and that’s what she was doing now, as she gave him an apologetic look in return, but she knew that wasn’t going to cut it. Sev’s reply was met with a heavy sigh and a slight nod. ”Yeah, I figured as much. I’ll give you the short version for now.” Sighing again, she studied the palms of her hands silently, trying to think of how to sum it all up but still give most of the important details. ”I already told you what happened…how everything started…Stenner taking me, then the Jedi Ryn helping me get away, right? And how he’d left the Order? Well after that we went to Tatooine. Ryn had decided to become a bounty hunter and I was able to translate the Huttese they use out there, not to mention I'm a hell of a lot more streetwise than he was. His mark was a madclaw this worm Greegar wanted brought in. During the course of events Ryn wanted to free this slave girl who was working for the Hutt as a mechanic or something. We didn’t have anything to barter so…I suggested we use me. He was going to use his powers to win the dice roll and everything would be fine. It…didn’t work out that way and I ended up a slave for a day. Athar was there, casing the worm. Y’see…there’s always been this feud between the Bha’lir and the Hutts…so we keep tabs on them and what they do. Athar got hold of Ryn and offered to front some of the Corusca gems he had to buy out the madclaw to get me out of there. The roll went according to plan this time and I got off free. Barely.
Ryn, Vesta (a fighter we met there as well) and myself went from Tatooine to Zeltros to get the Exodus, my ship. That’s…another long story…but basically, my friend was killed by the pirates her husband was dealing with and the pirates…I…I have horrible luck with them.” She shuddered slightly, making the tweezers the owner was using dig into her back a bit more than he intended, earning a mild hiss and a wince from her. “Sorry, girl, but you’re the one that moved,” he muttered, pulling the glass from her side and checking for any more of the large pieces. There were dozens of slivers, but he didn’t have the time for that. He’d let the two deal with that on their own time. Convinced that there weren’t any more large bits stuck in her back or sides, he disinfected the area and wrapped her in gauze without kolto, letting her shirt drop back down over it. It wouldn’t be a good idea to heal the glass into the skin, after all. The arms and hands were the same way…lots of slivers, but no large shards he could easily get out…so he disinfected and wrapped them as well before standing. “I’ll leave you two to yourselves. I have to get cleaning this mess up, but I suggest you 1) leave soon and 2) take care of all those slivers soon.” With that he thumped off to get some brooms and the bartender and get to cleaning.
Watching him leave, she’d look down at her wrapped arms and sigh, shaking her head slightly and shrugging before looking back up at Sev. For a long moment she was quiet, watching him evenly. What must he be thinking about all of this? It certainly did seem like she was exaggerating her string of bad luck, but she wasn’t. Hopefully he understood that. No, she was fairly certain he did understand that she wouldn’t just make things up. Gathering her thoughts again, she’d lean against the table carefully, wincing a bit anyway at the discomfort of the remaining shards of glass in her skin. Ryn and Vesta didn’t get to me a moment too soon, honestly. I…don’t remember leaving Zeltros because…I’d passed out by then. It was like my childhood all over again, a jedi freeing me from a prison cell after dealing with the pirates. The only difference was…back then…they weren’t interested in me except as leverage…” It was obvious there was more on her mind by the melancholy air that hung about her, her face darkening slightly. To be perfectly honest she almost felt like telling him more, about the pirates on Zeltros and the pirates who had held her and her father when she was young, but under the circumstances she decided against it. ”Anyway, we got to Kashyyyk and that’s when we found out…the madclaw…he wasn’t what everyone thought. The worm had sent slavers, to the planet. The wookiee was trying to protect his mate but he didn’t have his weapon so he resorted to his claws. After Ryn left with his friend, Vesta and I went our separate ways. I headed to Socorro to talk to the Tribunal, I met Athar again there, and I was assigned the mission with him…especially since I was the reason he’d lost the funds to help get the wookiee out again. So…here we are. Earning it back…and…that’s it.”
Shrugging slightly she smiled, just a little, sighing as she looked over at him. ”I didn’t think you’d need to know, Sev. I wasn’t ever…planning on any of…this.” She gestured around at their surroundings, strewn with debris and toppled tables, chairs and stools. Turning back toward the table, she’d lightly drum her fingers on it, eyes following the grain pattern painted on the synthwood tabletop before looking up at him again. ”Look, I have Athar with me, so you don’t have to go. It’s bad enough that you’re talking to me right now…you don’t need the extra hassle. Besides, I'm a big girl, I won’t be dealing with pirates, so I think I can handle things.”
Goddess knew she REALLY hoped she wasn’t going to be dealing with pirates.
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Oct 23, 2010 20:54:39 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Oct 23, 2010 20:54:39 GMT -5
The soldier's eyes never left Sam. He was unable to see much of her injured body but what he did manage to glimpse didn't look comfortable. Slivers are never fun but two hands and a back full of them? That would hurt for a good while. The other half of his brain was preoccupied with Sam's monologue to be of much more use, digesting the information to quickly understand before more was thrown at him. Her words took him from Tattooine and the Hutts, to Zeltros and the Exodus, to Kashyyyk and the madclaw. Throughout his face remained passive and at ease, his eyes not moving or shifting colors not hinting at what he was thinking about. It took several moments, supplied by the owner's deft handiwork and the young woman's pause before it all managed to sink past the surface of Sev's consciousness.
It seems very unbelievable... but she's gotten into stranger situations with the Sevens. Got out of them, too.
After finishing with a thick layer of medical bandages to prevent bleeding the owner spoke, suggesting they leave and take care of those slivers. With that the large man turned and strode away, Sev casting a small nod after him.
For a moment the pair sat facing each other in silence. Sam sighed and smiled, Sev scratched his stubble still trying to come to grips with everything.
”I didn’t think you’d need to know, Sev. I wasn’t ever…planning on any of…this.”
We never plan fer th' things we cannae plan for.
As corny as that rhetoric was, it was true. She could have never planned to meet up with him on this backwater planet, reconnected then been attacked by pirates... all on the same day.
”Look, I have Athar with me, so you don’t have to go. It’s bad enough that you’re talking to me right now…you don’t need the extra hassle. Besides, I'm a big girl, I won’t be dealing with pirates, so I think I can handle things.”
Taking a deep breath he finally blinked and looked at Sam again, his facial features softening into a smile. She said the nicest things. With a grunt of exertion he stood and, placing his hand over his side took several uneasy steps toward her before straightening up. Stiffly he offered Sam his arm.
Cmon. We bett'r get ye home tae Athar. Ye need sleep an ah'd like tae get th' chastising over wit.
Gingerly he worked to lift Sam out of her seat without allowing his own injury to be overtaxed and soon they were making their way out the door to the bar.
We can discuss the mission details after gettin' those slivers out. Ye got any strong adhesive tape?
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Oct 23, 2010 22:37:28 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 23, 2010 22:37:28 GMT -5
“We never plan fer th’ things we cannae plan for.” Sam couldn’t help but snicker and smirk at that, giving Sev a ‘really? That was the best you could come up with?’ look and shaking her head before moving on with what she was saying. As he gave her a smile, but didn’t reply to her final comment, she sighed and shrugged slightly. That likely meant he was going anyway, but she’d pester him about it later. Watching him stand and step around the table, offering her his arm, she held up a hand and shook her head. ”I'm better off than you are, just a little uncomfortable is all.” With a smile she stood, wincing only a little, and patted him on the shoulder, walking with him to the door and out to the lot, her serape over one arm, and carefully pulling her keys out of her belt with the other hand. ”Shoulda known Athar would have threatened something…I dunno what daddy said to him to make him so dratted protective. You’d think Athar was my father.”
Unlocking the speeder, she’d open the doors and toss her serape in the back, carefully slipping into the seat so as not to make herself even more uncomfortable. Starting the speeder, she’d wait for him to get in before pulling from the lot. ”I'm not sure…I think I can find something sticky enough though…I might have some wax that would do the trick.” Considering the time of day, it was a little easier to get to the motel she and Athar were staying at, her speeder settling down lightly as she turned it off. Once both were out, she stopped at the door inside and turned to look at him. Chuckling, she would carefully hug him and give him a light peck on the cheek, grinning impishly. ”Thanks again Sev…you really know how to show a girl a good time.”
Ah the teasing Sam strikes again.
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Post by Latus on Oct 27, 2010 22:12:00 GMT -5
The pair moved slowly, exiting the pub at the slow pace that Sev was forced to set. He would never admit his injury had taken so much out of him but there was no denying; he moved very slowly. He never allowed Sam to take any portion of his burdening weight and walked as strong and tall as his body would let him. However, there was no stopping his hand as it alighted on her shoulder. He enjoyed the feeling of being close to her, it put him at ease, just as it always seemed to.
”Shoulda known Athar would have threatened something…I dunno what daddy said to him to make him so dratted protective. You’d think Athar was my father.”
Sev chuckled at that.
Ah know 'e means well. E' jus' 'as a rather... blunt way o' showin' it.
After feeling as though he had walked a mile they finally reached the speeder and mounted up. The only thing she mentioned on their way back was something sticky to remove the slivers, wax in particular. Sev only nodded from the passenger's seat, gently reclined to reduce the stress on his side. The ride itself seemed to be over much quicker than it had on the way there, or maybe he had fallen asleep. Either way as the speeder touched down in front of the small dive of a motel Sam was lodged at he glanced over at her with a smile.
Its so good to be around her again.
Slowly the pair exited the speeder, Sam much quicker, and they made their way up to the small room. However, before he could enter he felt Sam gingerly wrap one hand around him, then the other until they were pulled into each others embrace, Sev extending his own arms.
”Thanks again Sev…you really know how to show a girl a good time.”
Sev chuckled in the back of his throat, putting both hands on her shoulders at arm's length.
It ain't ov'r yet, lassie; ah'm comin' wit' yeh. Who knows whu' kind 'o fun we'll get intae on Tattooine.
His eyes seemed to glow as a kind smile slid across his face.
It'll be jus' liek ol' times. He paused before winking at her. Tha's an order.
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