Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Apr 29, 2015 17:03:11 GMT -8
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Apr 24, 2015 18:48:29 GMT -8
Reaching the corner he was set back on his heels and staggered several paces as the force of some ill-fated wind slammed into him. Kad's holy light burned within him, dispelling the faint stench of Arasuum that sought to propel him backwards from his prey. With an audible growl of annoyance he resumed his steady pace, gaining the corner and leading with his blaster, three blue stun bolts lighting up the night. With deft movements for such a large man he traversed the barrel as he fired, covering three areas about two feet apart at chest height before ducking into a roll over his left shoulder. His armour clanged as he turned through the motion to come up in a crouch with his rifle tracking for a target. The situation took only a moment for him to assess and his lip twitched into a snarl.
Ignoring the woman in front of his his barrel tracked slightly to the left to fire two stun blasts over her right shoulder, the blue bolts seeking to bring down the two fleeing targets before they could disappear from sight. A chorus thundered through his head as Kad loaned him his holy spirit to see his goals through, causing time to slow somewhat as he saw to his actions. With the stun bolts away his attention returned to the woman in front of him. Without time to change the gun to kill he almost negligently fired a third bolt straight at the women's centre of mass.
At this close range, perhaps five meters? it would be difficult for her to avoid... In a blink, Adelle called her lightsaber to her hand. The blade snapped to life as she followed the currents of the Force. One, two, three stun bolts deflected away from her and the two fleeing behind her. Every bone and skin cell ached but at least she was regaining feeling again. The Mando rolled into view and for a second she finally got a good look at her opponent. A foot taller, twice her weight at least—she moved as he did, bringing the blade to deny the two bolts headed over her shoulder. Battered armor, protected neck, but nothing on the joints. Adelle brought her left hand down and absorbed the stun bolt and its energy. Her hand burned with cold fire as she repurposed the energy and used it to Pull at the blaster in the Mando's hand. It was likely to fail, but if she could grab his blaster and stun him instead, the fight would be over. She couldn't be sure though. After all, the man was Force sensitive. In any case, this would be interesting.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Apr 22, 2015 20:56:44 GMT -8
The doctor half-led, half-supported Adelle as they made their way to a white tiled room with multiple shower stalls. An aisle of thin carpet cut the room in half, presumably to keep people from slipping as they walked in or out, and every stall had bars to hang onto. Adelle slipped from the doctor's supporting arm and stiffly walked further into the room. She heard the woman quietly give instructions to a med-droid. There were soft footfalls and the gentle swoosh of the door. All that was left was the murmur of the med-droid's inner workings. Adelle stepped into a stall and pushed a button on the pad in the wall. A cold spray of water hissed from the shower head, instantly soaking her and her hospital clothes. It sent a shock through her body and mind, stirring it out of the numbness she felt. Adelle found the temperature controls and quickly adjusted the heat, sending it to as hot as she could stand it. The water burned as it pelted her skin, the white tank and shorts tossed aside, but the pain felt good. Unlike before. She let the water run down her neck, over her chest, streaming over skin that hadn't felt, hadn't breathed in what felt like an eternity ago.
Water. She couldn't remember much, but Arnelos had shared this memory with her. He had taught her to listen to the Force, to feel it, to see it as something familiar and ever-changing. Alive. For him, it had been the wind. And for her, she learned to see it as the one thing that she found serenity in. Rivulets of hot water ran down her scalp and into her eyes as she bowed her head, letting the flow baptize her neck and rush over her back. The Caamasi. Her master. And something else. He never told her who he was, how he was connected to her family and knew them better than she could ever know. She could still see him.
Fire.
He lay right in front of her. Half-lidded eyes. Matted fur. He choked, coughed, wheezed. Trying to breathe.
Blood. Wires.
Trying to live.
"Run . . . long enough . . . for you to escape . . ."
And the timer still counted down.
"Leave me!"
And she ran. The fire spread. The building began to crumble. Support beams bent with the heat. Adelle tilted her head up to let the scalding water soak her eyes. To keep the pain and the tears from spilling over. She gave a shuddering gasp as she fought. He'd told her to run. To leave him behind. But couldn't she have saved him? Had his death really been necessary for her to live? What if there'd been a way and she missed it? What if— Adelle breathed harder to fight the spike of pain she felt in her chest. She still felt the blast, the shockwave that sent her stumbling. The heat of the explosion and the blaze that started engulfing the surrounding area of the old chemical factory. Surely, there'd been some other way. Surely she could have saved him.
Adelle mashed the water's temperature controls, sending the heat a few degrees higher. She stared at the pale scars that marked her injuries from Coruscant. Small circles from where the armor had locked into her skin. Long thin lines where she'd been cut. Thick knots in her left side. Adelle rested a forearm on the tiled wall while the fingers of her free hand gently ran over the scars.
An uppercut. Blades digging deep inside her. Blinding pain.
Water ran down her sides as she heaved a deep breath in. A copper taste still lingered on her tongue and bile burned the back of her throat. The white tiled wall blacked out in front of her. Breathe. Shaking, Adelle straightened and brought her mind back to the present. She still felt the blades of claw-like weapon pierce her skin. She curled her fingers into a fist, the knuckles turning white even though her skin was flushed with heat. But even that pain was bearable. Adelle turned in the shower and placed her hands on the walls on either side. Her right hand splayed perfectly, the bones aligned, the knuckles whole. That same hand had hammered at a transparisteel box, pounding the fist until knuckles and bones broke. Adelle shuddered. A cry like a scream and a sob stuck in her throat and made it raw.
Her mother trapped. A datapad counting down the seconds, mili-seconds.
The first sob choked out, a hoarse and sickly sound.
Smooth glass. Kneeling by the cage in defeat. Her mother calm even as the timer hit twenty seconds.
Salty tears mixed with streams of water. Adelle closed her eyes as the water ran through her plastered hair and over her face.
Ten seconds. Her mother looking her in the eyes. Mouthing words she could never hear.
Adelle hung her head, ropes of dark hair hiding her face as she cried. She would always hear those screams.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Apr 15, 2015 19:44:01 GMT -8
No. Adelle bit back the word on her tongue even as she drank in the Force around her. While it was the man's choice, she'd just about had it with Elly's "ends justifies the means" attitude and her lack of concern for the safety of the person she was trying to rescue. Didn't she have any idea what a shock in that area of the body could do to a human? An electric shock so close to a major vein, the bronchial tube, and the spinal cord would result in serious injury if Elly couldn't control her shock. This was a matter of precision, not for flashy implants and gadgets. Unless said gadget or implant was a scalpel.
The man backed away from Elly, hands in the air. Adelle could practically smell his fear, a light sheen of sweat on his brow.
And that was another factor to take into consideration. Perhaps if an EMP were made small enough, they could shut down the entire implant without endangering the man. Lightning. Then the implant would just be a strike lump of dead metal and wires. But of course something's coming they wouldn't be in an area where there would be ready it's coming it's coming such a lightning strike it's going to hit device that could do that. Unless watchoutwatchout tech girl could do something about it's here! Time seemed to slow for Adelle. She felt the precious milliseconds run down as the air around her charged up with expectancy. Just before the explosion came, Adelle flung out her hands and created a Force Bubble. The shockwave washed over the protective shield of energy first while the explosion splashed over the blue orb, eating away at its layers. Adelle felt her arms tingle and go numb as she channelled the limitless energy of the Force into the Bubble that kept them alive. Soon, the wave receded and left a profound ringing in her ears as she slowly let down the barrier.
Fire. Scorched hair and flesh. Melted duracrete, transparisteel. Her own sweat. Her heart racing inside of her chest. She could hardly hear anything. But the grenade had hit its mark and taken a few lives with it. The air started to tingle again, like lightning was about to strike there again.
The Mando was coming.
"Take him and go," she felt herself say. Her words sounded muffled. "I'll buy time." She braced her feet against the ground, gulping in the Force even though it burned like alcohol now, and threw her arms in front of her, releasing as strong a Push as she could manage. If Elly didn't take the man somewhere and get that damned implant out, she was going to murder a bitch.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Apr 1, 2015 18:32:00 GMT -8
Did she have a plan? Adelle raised an eyebrow at Alena, kneeling down to check the man's torn hands. The wounds didn't look too deep, thankfully, but she was more concerned about the rusted metal. She reached into her jacket and pulled a couple of bacta patches from a pocket as the man touched his neck and choked out a single word. A tracker. Sure enough, she could see the slight bump in his skin where the device had been intradermally inserted. She peeled off the backing of the patches and firmly pressed them to the man's hands. That much she had figured when she'd seen the Mando head straight for Elly's location without hesitation. If she'd had her tools, she might've been able to extract it with minimal blood and pain. As it was, she didn't even have a knife on hand.
"We'll find a way," Adelle said quietly. Not that she really believed they would; this situation grew more complicated by the second and plans would only go so far. It was more for his sake, to calm him down and keep him level-headed. Screaming wasn't going to get them anywhere fast.
Decoy. Chasing a decoy. Adelle stared at the man like he'd said something brilliant then turned to Alena. "You. With all your tech, can you mimic the data emitted by the tracker? Just put a couple clones around our location and have them move randomly when we do. Is that possible?"
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 29, 2015 18:03:53 GMT -8
Adelle dropped onto the walkway from above and rolled on her shoulders, sprinting to the loose railing. She'd sprinted back and down to Elly's level when she felt the fear and panic spike. Her calloused hands gripped what she could of the weakened railing and pulled on the bar. Her soles dug into the duracrete path and she ground her teeth as she strained, tapping into the Force to swing the bar and the man back to safety. Adelle caught the man as he half-stumbled, half-fell onto the walkway. She steadied him then gave him some space. Just in case he was feeling as difficult as she sensed he was earlier.
"Are you or are you not going to let us help?" she asked. His distrust of her and a spark of... stubbornness? pride? had flared inside him after she'd healed him earlier. Which was dangerous for everyone involved. And a Mando on the hunt was already more danger than she really wanted to be involved in right now. What she really wanted was a drink. And if this guy kept being stupid, she was going to need a stiff one. Several of them.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 29, 2015 14:18:23 GMT -8
Adelle pushed her arms through the sleeves and wrapped the robe tightly around her. She ached all over, with what felt like an impossible hole in her chest. Her throat throbbed from holding back sobs and trying to speak. She nodded, unable to make a sound. She couldn't talk. Not yet. Not right now. She was so tired. So cold. So empty. And maybe with any luck, the nightmares would leave her alone this time.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 24, 2015 17:40:15 GMT -8
Most Jedi planets you will find are open for rp. Just get in contact with any jedi from those planets and let 'em know you're interested
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 23, 2015 18:42:56 GMT -8
An explosion sounded from inside the hangar where all this started. Adelle paused on a small catwalk arching over the street and airspace. Speeders rushed overhead with gusts of wind and growls from their engines. She hadn't realized she'd backtracked this far. The man she'd incapacitated with an elbow strike still laid on the street. A Mandalorian decked in full armor strode out of the hangar. He bore a sword and a blaster rifle, and his strides were filled with conviction. Adelle leaned against the railing, watching discreetly as the Mando deliberately walked over to the laid out human. She saw him pat his head, a kind gesture from almost anyone else. Her gut churned with a sickening dread. The Force became turbulent, like a river running over rapids. She breathed in and flinched. The shot. Blood. Death. She exhaled. The Force rippled with the man's death. The Mando looked at the corpse, as if admiring his work, and then turned and walked purposely in one direction. Those that had seen what had happened steered clear of the Mando. Some went to loot the corpse. Adelle crossed the rest of the catwalk and jumped up to grab onto another walkway. She hauled herself up and pushed past the other pedestrians. The Mando and his inexorable will—his Force presence—were headed right for Elly and the mystery man. The follower was now a secondary priority; the Mando was the real threat.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 22, 2015 20:35:15 GMT -8
Force, it was good to feel. The armor and suit she'd been forced to wear had been a prison. Couldn't feel, taste, hear, smell; only watch as people she had known and people that had tried to help her had died horrible deaths; only hear their screams and Sy's voice commanding her, taunting her; only feel the pain of his punishments, the electricity when she tried to free herself. She was cold, yes. Tired, weak, emotionally exhausted, yes. Jake's embrace felt weirdly warm against her. His hand against her left waist felt weirdly light and painful, as if the muscles there remembered a much stronger pain that no longer existed.
A silent sob lodged in the back of her throat. Adelle blinked, trying to stem the fresh flood of tears. She stepped back, out of reach of Jake, and curled her arms around her. Her shoulders hunched over and she turned away from him slightly, shaking her head. She didn't want to talk about it—couldn't talk about it. Not now. Too soon. It was far too soon to talk about things. All she wanted was to curl up and forget what had happened. At least for a while. She looked at the doctor, wondering if she'd be shown to another room now that the bacta tank wasn't needed. Hopefully it'd be warmer.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 16, 2015 7:26:07 GMT -8
Through the blur of bacta stinging her eyes, Adelle saw hands press up against the curved glass of the tank. Calm and panic flowed over her in equal waves as the person tried talking to her, thick glass and bacta distorting the words. Another set of hands flattened against the glass, accompanied by more powerful waves of calm. Wait. This wasn't right. She felt herself calm despite everything in her brain telling her to fight. It couldn't have been drugs. For all his scheming, Sol couldn't drug her. Not this time. She panted and breathed in some of the bacta. The mask had been knocked loose, allowing some of the liquid to fill the space. Wait. That was impossible. As many times as she had tried to take the mask off, it couldn't be done. Not without unlocking the whole armor. Wait. Bacta. An oxygen mask. Wait. Calm. Hands. Hospital. She was in a hospital. What?
Adelle lifted a shaking hand to the side of the tank to stabilize herself and used the other to press the mask flush against her face. Hospital. Safe. Taken care of. She started crying out of pure relief as a medical droid pulled her out of the tank. Cold air blasted her face as she was lifted out. Her bare feet slipped on the cold floor. She shivered in the tank top and shorts, drenched and probably looking like a drowned rat. But she was alive. A towel was put around her shoulders. No armor, no voice in her head, no screams. A doctor and Jake stood in front of her. Adelle tried to find words; to apologize, to thank them. Her voice was still raw and hoarse from the weeks before and the hell she'd been though. Her tongue felt like marble, thick and heavy. Words did not come easily but the tears did and she bawled in front of them.
Alive.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 14, 2015 7:40:57 GMT -8
Meanwhile, a lone Jedi shows up to donate what little she does have while everyone else is politicking. (I dunno if I'll attend for real but strongly considering it)
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 13, 2015 18:57:17 GMT -8
"Right over here," she said. "I'm guessing you're the one who was lighting up the Force. Thanks for the assist." Adelle brushed past Alena or Elly as soon as she gestured the direction of the man in question, disregarding just about everything else she said. Elly's first priority should be this man, his health and his safety. Since the woman hadn't yet given a reason for her involvement, or even shown a sense of urgency, Adelle could only assume her interest was born of curiosity or some equally un-compelling reason. Which was bad news for the poor victim if Elly insisted on operating alone. As Adelle moved to the man, she picked up on the other sources of life in their vicinity. Looks like her scuffle had attracted attention. She'd have to do better than that. Attention meant more opportunities for potential threats, despite Elly's claim that there'd be no reinforcements. Anyone could take a look at the guy and see that he didn't belong here and that he'd been someone else's captive."P...p..please..."
His voice came haltingly, throat raw from screaming as the sonic assault had drove him senseless, but at least it worked giving him a little hope that the fog that permeated his brain was wearing off.
"Please..." His voice was stronger this time. "Who are you? What's going on?" "Hush," Adelle said. She kept her voice level and calm, enough to get him to quiet down but firm enough to instill a sense of urgency. "My name is Adelle Bastiel. I'm a Jedi. I'm here to help." The downy hairs on her nape rose as she picked up on a familiar sensation. They were being followed. She couldn't pinpoint the source, divided as her attention was, but followed wasn't good. They'd have to get to a more secure location than this if she was to actually get to the bottom of things. "Remain still. I'm going to heal you," she told the man, touching her fingers to his forehead. Inwardly, she bristled at Elly's handling of the situation so far; the tympanic membranes in both ears were ruptured and the cochlea nerves were pulsing with pain. Even the eustachian tube had suffered some trauma. She repaired these quickly and quietly, leaving the man's headache alone. The undercurrents of drugs flowing through his brain had to be left alone. They didn't have the time currently. She let her hand fall when she'd healed the damage done by Elly and stood."We need to—" << Got a message for an Adelle Bastiel, forwarded from Vidalu Na'an and .. Leigh. Apparently your comms are being jammed. Got a target heading your way, detain if possible. >> Adelle winced. Ow. The voice resounded in her brain with incredible loudness, followed by a forcible mental image of the two she was supposed to be looking out for. And her comms were jammed? She pulled out her comm link and pressed the button. Static hissed. Her brows furrowed together as she rapidly went through possible causes. To her knowledge, there were no CorSec operations near here and this district wasn't affluent enough nor important enough to warrant jammers. They were a rather upscale technology and would've been scavenged and pawned off. The only exception she'd seen was Elly, her visor, and whatever she used to create an aural assault. Logically, Elly was the one jamming her comms. Adelle grimaced and rubbed her own forehead. When it rained, it poured, as the saying went. Well now she had two different problems on her hands with multiple priorities and Jedi though she was, she simply couldn't be everywhere at once. First things first: They needed to move now, before whoever was following them did something."We need to move. Somewhere secure. Elly, I'm assuming you know a place." She helped the man get to his feet, his balance and motions much better now that he had full use of his ears and the balance therein. "We're being followed. Take him. I'll drop back and see if I can find who's following. Then I'll find you and we're talking about my comms being jammed." She sprinted down the alley, turned a corner, and darted up a couple walkways, keeping to the shadows. When she felt she'd gotten high enough, she started blending in with various groups milling about the walkways. Her eyes roved over faces, analyzing body language, looking for something that spoke of interest in the man and Elly. She opened her senses up to the Force, extending herself out to the Refugee Sector to answer the one that contacted her for Na'an and Leigh.Not deaf. Acknowledged.She'd have to enlist Elly's help on that. The girl seemed to have her fingers EVERYWHERE on Nar Shaddaa—stupid comm jamming nerf-herder—so maybe, just maybe, she had camera surveillance somewhere near the Refugee Sector. Eyes on that area would be amazing. First though, she needed to extricate themselves from the current knot they found themselves in. One thing at a time.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 11, 2015 19:34:17 GMT -8
Personally, I'd really love to see the GBA take itself a little less seriously or at least encourage an air of friendly competition. I wrote a few times in the GBA, mostly signing up for the tournaments because hey, why not? But aside from those rare times, I avoided it because I kept seeing people get angry over little things. Angry because they wouldn't communicate with the other writer and ask for clarification or angry because, when they did, they didn't receive clarification. And almost every scenario I saw was life or death. I see the appeal in high stakes dueling. I just want something for those of us that aren't into high-pressure or high-stakes.
Like drinking contests. I'm honestly surprised that wasn't a thing already on this site.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 9, 2015 18:50:53 GMT -8
She felt the man moving before his brain had even sent the signal to his muscles. Following the flow of the Force, she ducked beneath the wild backhanded strike then launched herself up and drove her right elbow up into his chin. Her momentum added to his crouching would give her the greater impact. And with any luck, the rising elbow strike would knock him unconscious. The other thugs recovered from the flashbang and it looked like the Gree and a Duros wanted a fight. The Gree approached from her one o'clock, Duros from her ten. She planted her left foot and pivoted, slamming her shin into part of the Gree's brain sack. It crumpled to the street from the impact. Adelle spun around, calling her lightsaber hilt into her hand and pointing it at the Duros. He looked at it then at her, and ran. She clipped her saber to her belt and scanned the area for the other two. Aside from the woman with the technicolor hair, the street was empty. But the sounds from inside the warehouse grew louder. They wouldn't be alone for long. She jogged over to the woman, raising empty hands as she slowed to a stop.
"Where's your 'rescue mission?' " she asked. "You've got company coming and you need to move faster."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 8, 2015 16:34:37 GMT -8
As the woman pulled the man by his wrist, Adelle followed along on the walkway. The soles of her feet made no sound against the metal decking, her lightsaber firmly attached horizontally on her belt. No chance she'd be heard. A couple speeders flew by over their heads, the headlights glaringly bright in the semi-darkness of the street. Adelle shielded her eyes and continued shadowing the strange pair. Their chosen direction didn't seem wholly planned, more haphazard and hasty. That implicated a lot of different causes. But certainly, it indicated a threat they were running from. The question was which side was in the right and which wasn't.
She followed the walkway as it bridged over the street, coming to a stop in the middle. Something didn't feel right. Like more eyes were looking in this direction than before. Adelle glanced back down the street. A group of five bipeds rounded a corner. One gestured in this direction. The other four started sprinting.
"Shit," Adelle hissed. The one that had hung back, their leader if the gesture meant anything, looked to haul back and throw something, arcing high up in the air. Adelle opened up one of her palms towards the sky and called it down into her hand. "Shit!"
She half-flung, half-Force pushed the flashbang back at the group and turned away from its explosion. Well, if she hadn't been noticed before, she'd almost certainly be noticed now. Adelle used the shadows to reach a different vantage point. The gang would be blind and the runaways had their backs turned. Odds were in her favor of moving unseen but she didn't trust the odds. As she climbed a ladder to a higher catwalk, she mentally ran through what she knew in her head. One, the woman was prepared for an attack that damaged her target. Two, she was being pursued by a group of well-armed bipeds that were rather disorganized beyond a clear hierarchy of one leader. Three, there was no real law on Nar Shaddaa. Which meant the woman had interfered in something a sane person wouldn't have. And if the target was a bound man, chances were she interrupted a bounty exchange or a slave deal.
Guess she knew which side she was going to fight on. Quickly and quietly, Adelle made her way back towards the gang. She dropped down behind the leader, seemingly unarmed. Might as well give him a little warning before the fight.
"Run," she said.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 8, 2015 9:15:37 GMT -8
Somehow, her feet led her to the warehouse district. Adelle pulled up short when she realized her surroundings had changed. These streets were darker, far less crowded than the glittering strips she'd started in. If she stilled herself, she could hear the noise of the glitz and glamor, if only just. Distantly, she felt the turbulence in the Refugee Sector shift and roil thunderously. Adelle's brows furrowed and she dug her comlink out of a pants pocket. If Na'an hadn't acknowledged her, she was busy. Leigh, however, could manage multiple tasks simultaneously. She tuned in to the droid's comm frequency.
::Leigh, it's Adelle. What's happening?:: she said. A spike of pain nearby caught her attention. Adelle swore and pulled up the cowl of her coat. Everything was just happening all at once tonight, it seemed. She headed for the warehouse where the spike came from. Two people ran out of it: a woman with multi-colored hair and a ragged man. The man stumbled and shouted, hunched over and squinting. He was clearly in pain. The woman though. She moved with urgency and there was a distinct lack of a Force presence. Adelle was taken aback by the vacuum, almost missing the visor. Almost. The orange strip stretched over her eyes and wrapped around the sides of her head to protect her ears. And judging from the source of the man's pain, she'd been prepared for whatever had caused the ear-splitting pain. Which meant she knew in advance. Which meant she planned it. Adelle narrowed her eyes and began to shadow the woman. If she had all the pieces, she would've intervened. But more information was necessary.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 7, 2015 12:32:18 GMT -8
Bright lights of the Corellian Sector shone like beacons in the night, luring in tourists and regulars to the casinos, bars, and pleasure houses. Simpler folk without a spare cred to waste on "getting lucky" had closed themselves away in their homes, tending to loved ones or their own needs. Above it all, Adelle sat on top of a high rise apartment complex, cross-legged with her hands on her knees. A cool breeze swept over the rooftops, rustling her clothes and the tails of the green sash she wore around her waist. The sounds of crowded streets and cruising speeders drifted up from far below. Adelle had come here on behalf of her father, to heal a friend and contact of his. And after what her father did for her on Coruscant, how could she say no?
The skyline she stared at blurred, shifting its lines and blending into another skyline entirely. Adelle inhaled sharply then closed her eyes, breathing out slowly. Coruscant was far from here and what happened there had happened. The nightmares, the addiction and amnesia, the torture; All those were past, water under the bridge. Here, in the present, she was Adelle Bastiel, Jedi Knight, CorSec liaison agent, and a healer. Controlled by no one, tortured by no one, hunted by no one—currently. She opened her eyes again. The dazzling neon of Nar Shaddaa's Corellian Sector glared at her, as unchanging as ever. A small smile hovered around the corners of her mouth. Her amnesic PTSD episodes were dwindling.
Adelle closed her eyes again and eased herself into the current of the Force. Life hummed all around her, fair and foul. Throes of pleasure, winning thrills, pangs of loss, shifting deals. But the current pulled her from the vibrant night life, away from the Corellian Sector entirely. The Refugee Sector had the distinct feel of a choked stream, life trying to make a living and somehow continuing on. She followed the pull until it ended in a turbulent eddy, a group of people clustered around one area and centered around one person. Na'an was there, her presence all fire and steel and worry. Adelle frowned. She'd thought Na'an had gone to work on a farm after Felucia. But if Na'an was here, Leigh was as well. Which meant trouble since they were involved in the whirlpool of conflict. Adelle brushed her presence against Na'an's, letting her know she was on the planet in case she needed more back-up than a tall, armored combat droid could give. Just in case.
She stood and stretched then headed for the turbolift that brought her up here. She'd seen quite a few younger agents and trackers parkour their way down the sides of buildings like this one, but they were grandiose overtures that said nothing of their skill and did nothing but gain them hidden mockery. Adelle saved those kinds of things for when impressions actually made a difference. She pushed a button and headed down to the ground, as ordinary as could be.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Right or wrong? I can hardly tell. I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 6, 2015 22:15:27 GMT -8
Three days had gone by without change. The monitors showed her vital signs were stable. The last of the Devaronian Blood poison had been flushed out of her system according to the equipment. Still, she slept. Amid the quiet hum of equipment and the beeping monitors, Adelle floated in the bacta tank.
Fire.
Her fingers twitched. One of the monitors recorded an increase in heart rate.
Her mother's face melting off her skull.
Her eyelids fluttered. Through the black, she heard distant screams that faded to the ringing in her ears and the muted pounding of her own heartbeat. She could feel nothing, see nothing. Slowly, she forced her eyes open. Bacta stung her eyes and blurred her vision. Flailing, she tried to look for the way out. Thick glass met her hands on one half of a cylinder, metal on the other. Trapped. Adelle felt her heart racing. Impossible. She'd escaped this trap already. He couldn't have her here again. She already did this! Adelle thrashed and for the first time noticed something clamped down over her mouth. The mask. The suit. He still had her in his control. Adelle clawed at the edges of the oxygen mask, trying to fight through the panic that flooded her. He'd almost drowned her once. She wasn't going to suffer that again. Between attempts to claw the mask off, she slammed her fists against the glass tube. She had to get out.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Right or wrong? I can hardly tell. I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 13, 2015 20:16:31 GMT -8
*glomps Admy*
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