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Jun 28, 2010 22:31:51 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 28, 2010 22:31:51 GMT -5
"We'll have to make some hops...make certain that they can't track down our location...but I'll get you back to your ship once I'm sure they won't be able to dog us, Rahja." He smiled gently at her, letting himself take her in...truly see her state now and what had been done to her. He shook his head a bit, sighing at what had transpired just in the short time between when they'd last parted ways and now, when he'd gotten her out again. "But I did, Rahja. I completed my task in order to honor an agreement, even though I did not like it. When I learned that they had been less than faithful in honoring their word, it meant that I had turned you over for false reasons. I could not let that mistake stand...nor allow you to remain there. It was the only right thing to do."
He watched her stand and move closer to the cockpit exit. He stood with her, out of respect. Her gentle, almost timid request had him nodding. "Indeed...but we must see to your wounds first...and I have items of yours that I am certain you would like to have back." He'd stored those personal effects securely in his room, taking them from Sender in order to ensure they stayed safe. Moving closer, he'd rest his hand very gingerly on the small of her back. He lowered his mental shielding, relaxing his mind a bit...something she'd be able to feel...allowing her to bask deeper in it if she so wished. Right now, his only concern was providing her with succor and aid. "We can take care of both of those things in my quarters. It's also where the best bed is. After what I allowed to happen to you, I would be remiss if I didn't allow you to enjoy it and get the best rest possible."
He'd gently guide her down along the hall. "I will, of course, sleep in the cockpit." He keyed the door open to his room, allowing her to step in first. He'd reach out onto a shelf, a small, simple safe box taken and pressed into her palms before he'd move to prepare the first aid equipment that he'd need.
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Jun 28, 2010 23:33:11 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 28, 2010 23:33:11 GMT -5
She had nodded to his plan…after all, she didn’t particularly care to be caught by them again, and it was a wise enough course of action. There was no logical reason to argue, so she didn’t. When he replied to her thanks in such a way, she simply shook her head and shrugged a bit. It may have been the right thing to do, but that didn’t mean he had to follow through. Apparently he was on a better moral standing than most beings in the galaxy, she had been blessed by the force when it had been him to haul her back to the Empire. Anyone else and it was likely she’d still be there, broken contract or no. She watched him nod and listened to his answer, lowering her head slightly and smiling as she closed her eyes. The things she’d asked to be given to Sender, now doubt. Looking back up to him, she’d nod slightly. ”They aren’t terrible, but it’s more than I can heal by myself right now…”
His hand on her lower back and the easing of his mind had her struggling with her emotions for a moment before the thought of ‘dammit Rah, now is no time to get all emotional’ had her chuckling quietly at herself. Well, it was better than the alternative at any rate. His words had her smiling a bit and shaking her head. ”Honestly, I could care less…so long as it’s a bed and NOT one in a cell, it’s acceptable to me. Besides, I would prefer if the pilot got some decent sleep so we didn’t all crash into something, and sleeping in the cockpit just isn’t conducive to getting proper sleep.” Despite her words, she stepped into the room as he unlocked the door and moved aside to allow him entry. She had watched him pull an object off a shelf before it was pressed into her hands. It wasn’t even necessary for her to open the small container for her to feel what lay inside.
A wave of thankfulness washed from her out to him, letting him feel just how much it meant to her that he’d kept these things safe. Slowly she’d moved toward the bed and sat down with a wince, opening the box and pulling out the folded cloth within. Pulling out the rings she slipped them back on her fingers before drawing out the necklace and clipping it around her neck once more. She’d looked up then, over to him and what he was doing, and musing over the slight limp he had. She didn’t know it was from a blaster bolt that had struck him there, but she couldn’t imagine it felt particularly good whatever had caused it, then there was the bruising impact of the shots he’d taken for her. Sighing, she shook her head a bit and slowly let her senses reach out to brush against his presence.
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A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Jun 29, 2010 10:43:51 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 29, 2010 10:43:51 GMT -5
"The only two beds on the ship that aren't in cells are mine and Wash's. However, I severely doubt you would want to deal with the lava lamps that he's absolutely fixated on. I know I don't. Nor do I want to be in one of my own cells. The cockpit will be fine." He chuckled about that a bit while he checked all the supplies. He was satisfied that he had everything he needed to treat her wounds. Before working to tend to them, however, he felt it best to get out of the armor. It would need to be tended to later...buffed and cleaned, the carbonization from the blaster fire scrubbed off. Hands moved unconsciously, the effect of countless years donning that armor. Fingers released the clasps holding down the pieces as he ritualistically placed the pieces back on that stand. Finally, he was left in the padded undersuit. The burn there, near his knee, hurt, but it wasn't hindering him too terribly. Once he was certain she was taken care of, he could tend to his own hurts.
Moving back to where his shelves were, he pulled out a few pieces of clothing...a pair of shorts, a simple, sleeveless undershirt, and some socks, just in case. Taking them along with the medical gear, he'd move to sit next to her.
"I've not had the chance to launder your garments from before. I'll make sure they are cleaned. The rest of your equipment is here, in the container underneath the desk." He gestured to the box there, where everything she'd been brought in with, sans clothing, had been carefully placed. Leaning in close to her back, he'd begin gently cleaning the cuts and the burns, bandaging them up. He felt that thankfulness wash from her and over him. It was a simple satisfaction for him to know that she was pleased.
When that presence brushed against his mind, he let the walls down a bit more, allowing it in a bit...allowing her to wrap herself up against the the warmth of his psyche. Strong as she had proven herself to be, he knew that she was in a vulnerable point right now with what she had gone to. He wanted to help mend her hurts and not just the physical. He'd allow her to take solace there as well.
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Jun 29, 2010 14:40:57 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 29, 2010 14:40:57 GMT -5
A visible shudder was given at the mention of lava lamps before she shook her head, chuckling as she clasped the second necklace around her throat. ”No thank you…I’ve found myself with a distaste for the things lately,” she replied, and stopped there. There were a couple things she could say about him sleeping in one of his own cells, but considering recent events and her current conflicting emotions, she decided it was likely best not to potentially say something that might give the wrong…or right…ideas. Shrugging those shoulders slightly, Rah gave him a noncommittal sound for a reply that came across as a ‘suit yourself’ as she watched him remove the armor and place it back on the stand.
Crimson eyes subconsciously attempted to take in the details of the armor and his motions, even his face, but the woman found herself steadily becoming frustrated with the fact that it wasn’t easy, or really even possible, with her current vision. They’d just had to save that for last, hadn’t they? If not the effects of the dilation drops they’d used may have worn off by now. Well, at least she could see better than when they’d first finished with her. Once he’d finished with the armor and walked over, she nodded in the direction of his knee, ”I shouldn’t attempt to heal it right now, but I can at least patch that up for you. Along with any place else they actually managed to get through your armor.” It wasn’t really a request. Certainly things would be easier if he didn’t protest, and she was in no condition to try and pin him down to do so (though the idea was entertaining), but Rahja wasn’t really going to give him a choice in the matter.
It was something ingrained in her, after all those years in the medi-corps, to treat others injuries. Yes, it would have been preferable to just heal the damage like she wanted to…like she felt she should…but she knew that, while her mind might have been able to take the stress of healing, her body couldn’t. She would end up doing more damage to herself, and possibly to him, if she attempted it, and that wasn’t something she was willing to do. On the other hand, it wasn’t something she could just let go either. He was likely already planning on bandaging it himself, he was intelligent after all, but he’d gone through a lot of trouble to get her out of the Empire’s hands. No matter what he said, or why he’d felt the need to do so, Rah felt obligated to at least do this for him in return. Of course…she wouldn’t tell him that if given the choice, but it was the truth of things, and the reason why she’d argue with him over it if he refused her help.
“I’ve not had the chance to launder your garments from before. I’ll make sure they are cleaned.” On second thought…maybe she’d just let him patch that gorram knee himself. The skin across the tops of her cheeks shaded a light purple for a moment as her mind was brought back around to the fact that he was also the reason she’d been in this mess…and had seen quite a bit more of her than she would have preferred. She hadn’t changed herself, after all. ”I appreciate the offer, but just show me where to go and I’ll do that myself.” Her reply was a bit stiff and cool, even as she glanced under the desk to where the rest of her minimal gear was. She’d been too angry at him before, when he’d first captured her, to care about the fact that he’d stripped her and searched her, but now it was a bit embarrassing…and with that came out her defenses to protect and hide that vulnerability, along with all the other vulnerabilities she’d shown him thus far.
Even as he carefully cleaned and bandaged the cuts and burns that shown along her lower back the muscles beneath her skin tensed and relaxed a few times, painfully, before settling into that icy tension once more. The further lowering of his mental defenses had her drawing those senses back to herself, coiling them up like whips, as if ready to defend herself in that arena as well. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to feel that, only the fact that she’d drawn away again. Honestly, she didn’t know what to think of that last action of his. Rahja didn’t believe he was trying to do anything more than be helpful, but only a very, very few had ever allowed her to get that close willingly, and she’d known them for years. Here was a man who had not only fought her, but captured her, handed her over to the Empire, and then freed her again…all in the span of a few days time…and he was allowing her to get this close?
Why?
Not being an overly trusting person by nature, she couldn’t understand it. Why take the risk? He’d already lowered some of his defenses, and she was fine with that…she hadn’t even needed that much, though it was welcome, but to allow her in further? It wasn’t something she would have done, at least, she didn’t think so…not if the rolls were reversed, and certainly not with only having known him for a scant few days. As much respect as she had for the man professionally, she wasn’t certain how she felt about him otherwise. He had gotten through her defenses too easily, seen too much of her (and not just in the physical sense), technically she should be trying to kill him for even knowing about her…but she didn’t want to.
He made her uneasy because she relaxed a bit around him, had her dropping those emotional shields just a bit around him…enough to laugh and tease. He put her on edge because she didn’t know how to react to him…he wasn’t an ‘enemy’ but he wasn’t an ‘ally’ so she couldn’t exactly treat him as either, he knew who she was and what she did calling for her to end the potential threat but he’d saved her and was now working to heal her so it seemed out of line and against her own morals (few as they were) so she was at a stalemate there as well. He did things and said things that drew her to him and made her want to push him away at the same time. What was worse…the longer they interacted, the further Rahja realized she liked this man more than she should.
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A Self-styled computer geek that moonlights as a G.I. Joe.
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Jun 29, 2010 20:37:42 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 29, 2010 20:37:42 GMT -5
"It wouldn't be an inconvenience for me to tend to it myself if you are strained from today." It was a diplomatic way of telling her that she didn't have to, but he understood that she wasn't exactly requesting that he let her do it. He had no problem with conceding to her request if she so wished it. He was really quite agreeable when he wished to be.
He felt her stiffen when he mentioned those garments...saw the flush of violet working its way so subtly over her skin. He ignored it for the moment, continuing to work on patching up those hurts. The flutter of her muscles tensing and relaxing before finally settling into that solid, chill tension. She was withdrawing, pulling back into her shell. He felt her presence leave his mind as well, recoiling from the attempted olive branch and the stiff tone. Sometimes, you could learn the most about a person by what they did not say...what they attempted to keep unseen. The problem was....they were cut from the same cloth.
Sighing slightly, his hands lifted, setting down the bandages for the moment. Clawed fingers found her shoulderblades and her nape. Knowledgeable fingers pressed into those stiff, sore muscles, finding the knots and points of pressure there, almost working magic as he smoothed them out and eased the pressure. At the same time, he spoke.
"Given the circumstances of our meeting, Rahja, I can fully understand and appreciate any distrust you might have for me. Unlike you...I have spent a fair amount of time trying to get to know, to understand you. The more that I understood...the more I realized that, at the core, we are cut from similar cloth. You, who were my target, who battles under of the banner of Republic, should be my enemy. By all, logical reasoning, that is how I should feel."
He gently drew the tips of one clawed hand down her nape before he began to work on her shoulderblades. "Knowing the Sith, they would do all they could to make you as helpless as possible...to deprive you of any defense possible. That would include Force deprivation, no doubt. I've known others...people sensitive to the Force as you are...for whom it is as natural to use as their sense of sight, touch, or smell...perhaps even more so. I can only guess as to what it would be like to have it taken from you. Being here, in hyperspace, no doubt provides its own sort of limitation to the sense. Given that I was the cause of your ordeal, there is, of course, a certain responsibility to ease your suffering from that. It is not my true reason, however."
"The truth, Rahja Kel, is that you are a rarity...a professional peer, a personal equal, a singularly unique individual. In learning and researching you, I found a certain, undeniable respect growing for your capabilities. It was not, however, until we first fought that the respect and professional admiration was reinforced. It was only furthered during the interaction we had."
He chuckled a bit, easing his hands from her, reaching down to continue bandaging her up again.
"The problem with learning about the person that is your enemy is that they become a person. Generally speaking...it is in my best interest to limit those that know of me. Especially those that know my true name. I do not doubt that you work under similar circumstances. You could be a liability...a danger to me in the future. However, I consider myself a good judge of character and one who trusts his instincts...and neither find you to be a threat. While it may not seem as though I have a reason to trust you, I do. I do not believe that you wish to harm me any more than I wish to harm you. It is my turn to prove to you that I am worthy of your trust, after what has happened. Proving my good will to you, making myself vulnerable to help you in this moment of your vulnerability, just seems right."
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Jun 29, 2010 21:39:44 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 29, 2010 21:39:44 GMT -5
‘It wouldn’t be an inconvenience’…bah, of course it wouldn’t be, but she hadn’t cared one way or the other about ‘inconveniences’ or the strain on her. ”Bandaging up a leg is hardly going to put any MORE of a strain on me, Rizzen, and I wasn’t really giving you a choice in the matter. Just makes things easier on both of us if you cooperate.” She’d tried diplomatic, now she was just being blunt. Part of it was the sting from some of those injuries he was patching up, and…part of it was just Rahja being herself: When diplomacy failed, be honest…even if it came out as blunt as a club to the head.
He’d sighed slightly when she tensed and withdrew, his hands moving away from her exposed back before gently starting to work on her shoulders. As he’d started cleaning and bandaging the cuts and burns further up her back, she’d pulled her head out of the top but left her arms in it, keeping herself mostly covered. That meant that now, as he worked at the tense and strained muscles of her shoulders, his hands still moved along skin. It felt odd, those claws against her shoulders and neck, but it wasn’t bad, just…different. His actions had her releasing that tension and relaxing again, much to her mind’s dismay, but even her own cautioning thoughts quieted down after a little while, allowing her to listen to him more openly.
The fact that he thought that he ‘should’ feel that she was his enemy said quite a bit. At least they did have an understanding there. They ‘should’ be enemies…but were they really? Certainly they were on opposing sides of a war but were they truly ‘enemies’? Her eyes closed for a long moment as he combed the tips of his claws along the nape of her neck, the sensation soothing as she quietly sighed out a bit more of that pent up stress while he moved to her shoulder blades. At his mention of what the Empire had done, how he (accurately) thought they would have imprisoned her, she huffed slightly. Again he accurately pegged the isolated feeling that hyperspace brought. She was, slowly, beginning to feel more and more amazed by this man.
“It is not my true reason, however…”
That had her pausing, those cautionary thoughts and warnings coming back to the front of her mind once more. ‘What now?’ she wondered, her mind and senses focused on his words as he continued, testing them for hints or more lies…ulterior motives. The more he continued, however, the less she focused on testing his words. By the time he was done, she was speechless. Now, if you’ve never seen a dumbfounded chiss before, it’s an interesting sight…especially since it doesn’t seem to happen often, especially where Rah was concerned.
She blinked a few times, her mind scrambling to replay his words as if she’d missed something. Those dark brows knit and raised a few times as she tried to process the information accurately. Every so often she would almost move to shake her head, the corners of her mouth lifting barely before going back into a neutral line…until finally, she chuckled and grinned a bit, looking over her shoulder at him. ”Let me see if I have this right…you’re allowing yourself to become vulnerable because it ‘just seems right’?” Her tone was a mixture of amusement, curiosity, and disbelief as she spoke, shaking her head slightly and hardly believing that was the full truth. Certainly there had to be some other reason besides the fact that it ‘seemed right’….right?
She wasn’t so sure, however. Somewhere inside, in the back of her mind and the depths of her heart she knew that was the case…be it the force telling her it was so, or be it simple instinct…but she knew. He wasn’t lying, and he didn’t have ulterior motives, at least not harmful ones. It was just…so odd…to think that he would tell her all of that, all of those truths, and not have something else in mind…something to gain by it, other than simply helping her. Why? Why do that? Why be so honest? Well he’d said why, hadn’t he? He wanted to earn her trust. Again the question ‘why’ came to mind. Why did he want her trust? Why would he care if she trusted him or not?
”Why? Why do you care so much if I trust you or not? Why tell me all of this? Why tell me the truth?”
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Jun 29, 2010 22:04:40 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 29, 2010 22:04:40 GMT -5
"Why, Rahja?" He laughed, shaking his head at the disbelief in her words. Had he not just said as much why? He felt as though he should. It was right...and he needed no connection to the Force to feel that. He respected her...and respect deserved honesty. He laughed a bit...full, open laughter. His head came forward and he did what he would normally do with a vod that was being unexpectedly slow. Good-naturedly, he gave her a slight headbutt. "Are you certain you've been listening to a word that I've said? The questions you asked came AFTER my answers. I respect you. I do trust you. It feels right...and regardless of what I should feel...I like you, Rahja Kel. That is why."
He had finished bandaging the wounds that he expected she'd alow him to treat. Given her rather blunt reiteration on bandaging him, he felt it wasn't worth it to argue. He'd stand, unzipping that suit. He would have to get out of it completely to allow her access to the wound. He peeled it from that upper body, The subtly scaled physique showing the burgeoning bruising form the attacks that had battered his armor. Pulling it down, he'd bare his thigh, gritting his teeth at the feel of pulling charred fabric from charred flesh. Settling back down, he'd look to her, quirking a brow. "Since you insisted..."
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Jun 29, 2010 22:44:47 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 29, 2010 22:44:47 GMT -5
Those azure features managed to pull off a disgruntled look as he laughed and shook his head. Huffing at him, she folded her arms and grumbled a bit in her own language as he laughed again. That headbutt had her wincing and hissing slightly before rubbing the spot he’d hit. True it hadn’t been hard but she was tender just about everywhere right now. Grumping slightly, she muttered that she had, in fact, been listening…and that that had been part of the problem. As he finished, she nodded slightly and smiled. ”Well…I'm glad, at least, that I'm not the only one…conflicted…in that respect,” she admitted quietly.
Watching him stand and begin to peel that body suit away, she put that top back over her head and turned to sift through the medical supplies he’d brought over that now lay on the bed. Taking stock of what there was, she looked back up to see the bruising along his back and furrowed her brow at it, shaking her head a bit. Her vision was, slowly, becoming clearer (thank the force) and she was able to make out some of the more prominent details of his biology, such as the pronounced ridges of his spine. As he came to sit back down, she nodded to his comment, seemingly unphased by his being almost fully unclothed. Honestly, it was almost the truth. The only difference was the fact that she had an interest in this man that had her wanting to look. Ignoring that desire at the moment, she started carefully cleaning the burn, probing it with her senses to make sure that she didn’t accidentally miss and cloth that may have been melted to the skin.
It was a pleasant reprieve to ply this particular trade of hers, as opposed to dealing in death and lies, and she swiftly found herself working easily on tending to the injured skin. Gentle hands applied the kolto to soothe the burn and help it heal more swiftly and easily before she bandaged it, careful to not irritate the area further by her actions. One hand rested gently over it as she checked the injury through the force once more before deciding her work was done and smiling slightly as she looked back up at him. ”There…no stress and no strain, plus you’re all patched up. Now let me see those bruises of yours.” True there wasn’t much she could do, but she’d found that just a thing coating of kolto could do wonders. Slinking across the bed to settle behind him, she softly ran her fingers along the bruising skin, testing how much damage was done before putting some of the kolto salve on her fingers and gently smoothing it across the skin and scales there.
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Jun 29, 2010 22:58:55 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 29, 2010 22:58:55 GMT -5
He watched the way she smoothly and efficiently worked to patch up his hurt. She was quite skilled at her craft and he admired that. It was quite impressive that someone so gifted at healing had worked so hard to be just as proficient in causing that harm. In some ways, he felt somewhat saddened that life had turned to make her into what she was. He was under the full belief that she would have been full and happy simply being that healer, that helper. Nevertheless...it was not to be. Life and the Force had different plans for her. Sometimes, he wondered about the randomness of that. Watching her, she almost seemed at peace there, focusing on mending him. It was good to see her like that, relaxed. She, perhaps, didn't even notice the difference...but he did.
His violet gaze followed her as she moved around behind him, watching her crawling across the bed and taking that salve to begin working the bruising he'd received in protecting her. He closed his eyes, lowering his chin a bit until it was close to his chest. A hand brushed that topknot over his shoulder and onto his chest so it wouldn't get in her way. Her touch was both soothing and unsettling at the same time. It relaxed him, made his muscles ease and yet he found something within him coiling tighter all the same. It had been similar to the moment on the roof, when he'd released her, reluctantly. She had him half-entranced and with his barriers willfully down, it wasn't hidden if she chose to probe. His hands moved, reaching behind him and drawing those soft, cerulean palms around his waist, his clawed fingers twined with hers a bit as he came to settle her touch to his front, where the single, earlier blaster shot had deflected off his left side. It would draw her closer to him and, despite himself, the heat of that form had the pigmentation of his skin slowly lightening from the pale green to a burgeoning orange in a slow wave across his form. He'd look over his shoulder at her once again. With a good-natured grin, he spoke lightly, teasingly. "You have impeccable bedside manner, Ms. Kel..."
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Jun 29, 2010 23:17:32 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 29, 2010 23:17:32 GMT -5
As she finished that last bruise on his back, she almost regretfully began to pull away until he took her hands and slid them forward around his waist. It forced her to lean forward a bit, as he settled her hands against the bruise she hadn’t yet noticed. Of course, now that her hands were there she could feel it, sense it more easily, but instead of moving directly to sooth it as she had the others, Rah found herself resting her head against his shoulder lightly. She was careful not to rest herself too heavily against his bruised back, but the woman couldn’t help herself. For once in a very long time she felt quiet, almost at peace. The steady and rhythmic breathing of his had her smiling, even as she moved her head slightly, sliding her cheek against his shoulder.
“You have impeccable bedside manner, Ms. Kel…” She would lift her head at that, smirking a bit and chuckling.
”Not as good as my mentors, but better than some, at any rate…though, I doubt my mentors would approve of my emotions or my actions.” The latter half of her statement would be brought into perspective as she pressed her lips against his shoulder lightly for a moment before taking her hands back from him and slinking back around to the side that was bruised. ”One more thing to do before I’ll let the healer in me rest.” With that she’d take the salve again and see to that final bruise.
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