Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jun 27, 2017 17:16:09 GMT -8
Adelle smirked. "Strong and Corellian. I'm a simple girl, Sarah. This menu is way beyond my usual tastes."
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 26, 2017 16:01:48 GMT -8
Electricity ran through her veins, white and icy hot. Her heart raced to keep it pumping. Needles pricked at the skin of her hands and feet. A few training sabers, mindless and vague, hovered around the Medbay's entrance. Adelle took a deep breath in and shakily let it out. Fours had told her to rest but she felt restless. She needed to do something. Leigh had left ages ago for the Strategy Center. She could feel Na'an in the flow of battle, mentally and physically. The seconds it took for the droids to prepare Aherk for surgery after she put him into a Jedi Trance seemed to stretch on eternally. Adelle wiggled her fingers idly as she waited impatiently. She could hardly fidget to relieve some excess energy now that she had sanitized herself. The subtle whirr of mechanical joints and servos filled the stillness of the operating theater. Occasionally, Aherk's breath rasped against the solemn quiet.
"Knight Bastiel."
Adelle jerked her head up at Fours' voice.
He glanced up at her and then turned his head back to the task at hand. "You are currently undergoing effects of elevated epinephrine levels. It is imperative that you—Scans indicate normal levels of epinephrine alongside these symptoms. This is a medical anomaly."
"It's not you," Adelle said. "I don't understand it but I know it's not you."
"This has a ninety-five percent chance of affecting your recovery post-surgery." Fours steadily looked at her with his photoreceptors. "Your recoveries historically have not been . . . ideal."
"Continue monitoring the patient's vitals," the 2-1 BXS cut in.
"All vitals are steady. Adjust point of entry by negative-point-two-four degrees."
"Adjusting."
Adelle closed her eyes as she listened to their monotone communications. Her mind wandered as she waited to be called, to be useful. Leigh no doubt had made it to the strategy center. Whether or not she had gotten Adelle's message, she didn't know. The droid hadn't acknowledged and it was too much to hope that KR had forgotten to jam local comm signals. Damn it. Na'an, she could feel, waged a brutal fight against Knight—no, Master Iorek, a Jedi that had been a paragon to many for a long time. Pain felt dimly, adrenaline in her system, the Force tangibly at her fingertips. Damn it! She should be out there. Doing something to help either of them instead of standing here. Waiting.
"Knight Bastiel, your assistance is required."
Her eyes flew open and she strode to the side of the operating table. Infected flesh and organs mingled with tiny splinters and shards of metal. A heap of burned and twisted metal and electronics sat where a respirator should have been. The smell punched her nostrils and almost floored her. An hour, Leigh had said. Right then. She had her work cut out for her. Something to do.
"Extract the shrapnel one piece at a time from left to right. Monitor his vitals and mine. Let me know if there is a drop in his." Adelle touched her hands to Aherk's shoulders, half-closing her eyes. His heartbeat, soft but regular. His breathing, labored but steady. "If I start lagging, hook me up to an I.V. with saline and stims. Epinephrine too, if necessary."
She closed her eyes fully, feeling his veins, the organs, the rotten flesh, the sharp points of shrapnel. Fours' voice blurred into nothing meaningful, a muted sound, as she found the cells of Aherk's body, her own breathing matching the rhythm of his. A bright shard moved slightly then lifted. Adelle sent the Force to the gash it left behind, creating blood clots and new tissue faster than possible. Another one lifted, larger, slower. She turned her sharpened focus toward its wound, flooding it with the Force. Another splinter, and another, on and on. At one point, she felt something pinch the skin of her right elbow and a weight seemed to lift from her own lungs. Steadily, they moved from the left lung to the right. Then there came a piece deeply embedded and trickily close to the trachea. She felt the tweezers gently grasp it and millimeter by achingly slow millimeter pulled it free of the organ.
"Bastiel, oxygen is required for human life. Please resume breathing," a droid said.
Adelle let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding and forced it to match Aherk's breathing. The endless removal of respirator shards continued, one after the other. Were it not for the urgency of the task and the weakening heartbeat of the man she operated on, Adelle would have found the repetition soothing. Then a cold hand pushed her back, monotone voice vaguely directing her to rest for a moment. Her arms felt stiff and she could not feel her fingers. Her tongue clung to the roof of her mouth, thick and dry. She forced a heavy-lidded eye open and saw 2-1 BXS holding a bloody respirator. Adelle blinked and suddenly Fours stood in front of her, holding a small glass of juice and a nutrient bar. The juice disappeared in seconds; the bar lasted only a little longer. Her head cleared just in time to feel another needle pierce the skin of her left elbow. The 2-1 BXS did not look at her while it taped the I.V. to her skin.
"We are ready to continue the surgery. Ruptured respirator has been removed and replaced. Fours is taking responsibility for its installation." Its voice buzzed in her head as a fresh wave of stims hit her system. She seemed to float towards the operating table, the droid buzzing meaningless sounds. Angry insects seemed to swarm her hands and feet with bites but the room and her hands remained as clean and sterile as ever.
"Remove the infected tissue. I want a five standard-minute break in between regrowth of muscle tissue and each layer of dermic tissue," her voice said. The sound seemed to swim through water.
"Affirmative," a droid buzzed. She couldn't tell which. Adelle found Aherk's heartbeat and breathing again, easier than the first time, and slipped into the combined rhythm. The rest of the surgery blurred together, interminable stillness combined with frenzied eating and drinking, re-sterilizing her hands, finding the flow, focusing the Force. But at last it was done. Bright pink skin, as if revealed by a second-degree burn, covered Aherk's chest, no blemish found but the ones written in his genetic coding. Sweat dripped down Adelle's face as Fours and 2-1 BXS shakily removed the I.V.s. Adelle shook her head and realized she[/] was the one shaking.
"Antibiotics," she said hoarsely. "Blood transfusion. Diuresis. Bacta patches."
2-1 BXS abruptly left her side to take care of the remaining treatments. Fours firmly taped gauze to her elbows then helped her up and walked her to the door.
"As many glasses of juice as you can stand, Knight Bastiel," he said, straightening. "And at least two nutrient bars. There is a cart outside the theater with plenty of both. And rest."
He left before Adelle could ask him for the time.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 17, 2017 14:28:51 GMT -8
(P.S. I don't know how you people manage to write so many words sometimes. Looks back up at all the reading he just did for some reason. ) One letter at a time. I have a Mando alt around: A'den Skirata. I've given thought to trying to start his character again.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 6, 2017 20:21:04 GMT -8
Never assumed you were picking a fight. I appreciate honesty, regardless of how many caveats it comes with. "The whole "Why should I bother" bit is exactly the kind of attitude that contributes to people thinking this site in so cliquish, insular and unwelcoming. I think it's awesome that the people you write with know you well enough to know how you work. But not everyone here does." And I would agree with you about the whole "cliquish" thing if it weren't just vets answering the roll and if we didn't have newcomers popping into chat, asking us questions. Chika Kent was new in 2014 and has been taken under wing. Others more recently popped in, asked questions, got connected. Most of us are willing to help out and write with newcomers; me personally, I don't have the energy to trawl through the OOC for newcomers. I barely have the energy to write up posts for the SLs I'm in. There are many like me that simply don't have the energy. Perhaps linking to the chat in the newcomers' section could actually connect newbs with vets in a more efficient manner. Aside from that, please understand that I don't reach out to people even irl. I'm a very selective person. And you like helping newcomers. We're two types of people that fit two roles in this community. You feel a need to connect with newcomers; I feel a need to help writers grow their own characters and stories. So if someone who's established themselves as chill comes to me and says "Hey I have a great idea and I need help," you bet your ass I'm there. But I can't expend energy I don't have on someone that could take offense at the drop of a hat for all I know. It's not that I can't be bothered to help newcomers; it's that I don't have the capability to. "Fast forward to now. 2.0. The culmination of living and learning. An even more matured version of JvS. But it never seemed to have the life that 1.5 did. And then the whole community aspect faded. Now we maybe 30 actual people." Part of this was due to a mass exodus back in... shoot, around 2012, 2013? This place is getting back into its groove again. When you have a major chunk of writers leave, any community is going to have much less activity. People were hurt by the exodus. Friends left writing partners in a lurch. It'll grow back but it takes time. Those that are left are *still* trying to piece things together after that exodus. There were plenty of story lines that were suddenly killed because writers involved left. We're not big enough to do large scale faction wars like 1.5; and I think comparing us to then is a little unfair. "It's sad. It's pathetic. We, as a community, need to overcome our own stubbornness and whatever else that has caused us to be this way and move forward." Gonna admit, this is... poor word choice. Because ask anyone in chat for help or for a storyline and you'll find two or three volunteers. You'll get answers, links, suggestions, whatever else you need. It's not that we're stubborn—or perhaps, it's not that we're the bad kind of stubborn. We're stubborn enough to stick around and try to keep the site going. I, at least, lost contact with the good friends I'd made writing here, because they chose to leave and I chose to stay. What caused us to be this way is the exodus, and believe me, most of us want this site to be more active. It's not for lack of trying that this site isn't chaotic. It's better than what it was, to be perfectly honest. 2013 saw maybe two or three posts a month if that. 2014 was a little better, 2015 better than that, and same with 2016. Understand that this community saw a huge rift and a huge chunk leave. And we have survived."But I do know one thing for certain, if everyone left on this site decided to 'not be bothered' to take five minutes to explain their situation and give the whole community some understanding and clarification, then JvS will never be something that people aspire to join." In all the thriving communities I've been a part of, explaining our life situation and rp situation was never necessary. Collaboration and communication, certainly. Encouragement and sound-boarding, definitely. Five minutes is too short a time to explain my situation to 20 or 30 people I don't know very well; and I like keeping my private life private. Activity can be checked in the recent posts thread at the bottom of the forums. It's a whole list of people/characters that are doing things. Forgive me if I feel that a roll call is a) a bit redundant and too much to ask of a recovering community. And just because I can't be bothered to answer a voluntary roll-call for no designated rp purpose doesn't mean I can't be bothered with the community. I would much rather chat with someone in the chat than simply post "active" on a thread. That and frequenting the OOC boards was never a habit of mine. Thank you for explaining your perception. Perhaps in explaining mine, we can come to an understanding and generate ideas to improve our community.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 6, 2017 17:55:13 GMT -8
But I am curious, so I must ask, why haven't you and these others not replied to this? This was the whole point of starting this. To find out who is still actively involved with the site. I am not trying to pick a fight or anything of the sort. I'm looking for clarification and understanding. I want to know these kinds of things. If people are unable to reply to this due to other obligations, that is more than understandable. I've been there myself several times, as I am sure everyone here can also claim. If this percentage of people that don't reply to OOC posts ever is so small, it either won't affect the outcome of this or, why not have someone else mention that so and so is actually active, but they don't reply to OOC posts. Knowing that would still give us numbers on people active on the site without breaking the trend of not posting on OOC threads. And as much as I appreciate your estimation, that is not what I am after. I am after concrete numbers. Unless the writer posts here or messages me privately, I'm not considering them as active at this point. Active to me is being online on a regular basis, posting frequently and trying to be involved with the site-wide community. Participating in something such as this, for example, shows me who is still 100% serious about this place. And even some of those that have posted here had clearly stated that they are sort of active. But at least the posted here, adding their input into the equation. With that said, I'm still seeing numbers around the high teens, low twenties as active, participating members. I'm not going to assume anything at this point without solid proof. The whole point of the Roll Call was to take the guess work and estimations out of member activity. But thank you for your input. Can I consider this as your official post for being an active member, or not? 1. Ain't nobody got time for that 2. I don't pay attention to stickied posts as I'm too busy trying to write posts when I'm online. 3. Why the need for an "accurate" number? No one ever bothered before. 4. Lots of us have had to take on additional responsibilities outside of RP. Therefore, "active" now takes on a new meaning for us. Just because we don't post on the boards themselves on a regular basis doesn't mean we don't frequent the chat and talk to the other members. Mostly what I'm trying to get at is why is this important, now? Why is it important to you, that you know precise numbers? This seems to have come out of left-field. I just... why should I bother answering a roll-call when most of the people I write with know my life and live by the maxim RL before RP; and why does it bother you that those similar to me don't respond? This has me more confused than anything else.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 6, 2017 17:41:04 GMT -8
Several signatures pinged off her senses. Adelle stopped scrubbing her hands and cocked her head to the side, as if to listen. Muted, humming, intent but emotionless. Deadly. Adelle frowned and ran her hands under the sanitizer, letting the light flood over her skin. The signatures felt directionless, for all their intention, like lightsaber crystals a Jedi had forgotten to attune. Adelle froze. No, that's precisely what they were. She'd fought against them when she sparred the training droids here. But if the droids were close enough for her to sense, that meant they had to have been activated. Most of the mercenaries here didn't seem like they would know how to activate them or care enough to activate them. Iorek would've but Na'an kept him busy. So who— Kriff.
Adelle dashed from the prep room back to where Leigh had set down the comm. An odd sense of being alone in the dimly lit hallways nagged at her mind as she ran. She half-expected a saber to erupt from around the next corner, or from the next doorway. She reached the comm without incident but the droids' signatures were far closer. She thumbed the comm on as she marched to the nearest terminal.
"Change of plans, Leigh," Adelle said. "Nuke the strat center."
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 8, 2017 19:59:12 GMT -8
Alcohol turned me to the light side.
Oh wait.
Bad team comp in Overwatch turned me to the dark side.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 6, 2017 18:50:21 GMT -8
Fours looked down at the man he pushed forward silently. The man's estimate was closer the actual inventory than Jedi Bastiel's needs but, Fours reasoned, Jedi Bastiel had not yet set foot on Yavin IV since before the Mandalorian blockade and invasion. She would not know the inventory and would need to be apprised of the situation. Prior to Jedi Iorek taking command of the Praxeum, a few attempts at restarting the temple as a center for Jedi activity had been launched and subsequently failed when the Jedi, for reasons unknown, would leave the Praxeum. The disrepair the Temple currently found itself in was, in large part, a factor but Fours calculated that the residual emotions (and pheromones and hormones that many species picked up on subconsciously) from the battle were too much for even seasoned Jedi to handle. And there were few enough of the veterans around.
"It will not deter Jedi Bastiel," Fours said. "She is of a singular mind, I believe the phrase goes, when there is a patient. Simple facts for the non-Force sensitives are of no concern to her."
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"That will be quite impossible."
Adelle scowled at the BXS droid but knew there was an explanation. She just didn't want to hear it.
"Power failures in refrigerators 1, 2, and 3 have rendered all organs invalid. Synth-flesh grafts have not been restocked. Synth-muscle grafts have not been restocked." The BXS whirred as its computer processed all recent updates to inventories. "Blood transfusion possible. Diuresis possible. Antibiotics stores, two bottles. Bacta stores, three patches and one gallon liquid. Anesthetics, none. Saline, one bag. Without anesthetic, the patient will die from shock."
She chewed on her thumb as the BXS rattled off the inventory and its second death prognosis. "Is there any liquor? We could use that to numb his sense of feeling a bit."
"The alcohol would have negative impacts on the ability of the patient's blood to clot and would increase chances of a heart attack or stroke."
"Okay, okay fine." Adelle rubbed her face with her hands, tapping her fingers against her cheeks. "Do we at least have stims and epinephrine?"
The BXS paused for a second. "Affirmative. They will not aid the patient's operation or recovery."
"I wasn't thinking about the patient." Adelle walked away and called out over her shoulder. "Get what we have and meet in the operating room."
Halfway down a dim corridor, Adelle felt something change. Something cold and sharp and alive flooded her veins and she suddenly felt more alert than she had before. The pain from her fight dulled to an ache, as if her body had decided it wasn't as important as what she needed to be doing now. And really, what was more important than saving a person's life? She jogged down the hall, feeling a sense of urgency in her bones. There was an operation to do.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Feb 24, 2017 18:17:33 GMT -8
Adelle leaned on the table as Sarah told her story, feeling her eyebrows inch higher the more the nurse said. Still, there had to be some truth to the tale. She was, after all, sitting in a very nice restaurant in downtown Nystao, devoid of all customers except for Sarah and herself. True or false, she couldn't say it really mattered in the long run. She was here for one purpose.
"Quite an impressive story," Adelle said, leaning back in her chair. She smirked. "Now if only I could get so lucky."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Feb 6, 2017 21:24:24 GMT -8
A nod answered Leigh as Adelle closed her eyes, visualizing the bone that pierced her lung. A clean break but it had torn through the lung. A steady trickle of blood ran off the tip. The damage to the lung was worse than she first thought. Adelle's hand arched as she wrapped the rib in the Force, slowly easing it out of the hole. Something seared the left side of her scalp, burning through her ear. Adelle jerked to her left and gasped in pain. Stars entered her vision and the floor spun. The hells was that?
"Your heart rate has elevated and your adrenaline level has increased," Fours said. "I detect additional internal hemorrhaging in your lung."
"Ssshit," Adelle wheezed. She had yanked. She should've been able to pull the rib straight out and ease it back into place. The pain had interfered. What was that? Who was that? Not Leigh, certainly. Her presence wasn't nearly strong enough for Adelle to pick up on it. A cultist? Improbable. Most empathic pains were from people she knew. Na'an. Adelle squeezed her eyes shut as she focused on breathing, on stopping the bleeding in her lung. There was nothing she could do for Na'an right now. There was, however, a dying man in the same room that she had to save.
"Bleeding is stopped. I count three ribs fully broken, one out of alignment. Four fractured." Fours' mechanical monotone brought her back into the med center.
"Get me a saline drip and an IV for stims," Adelle said. Every breath hurt and her body protested. She pushed herself off the wall. "Wheel him into a theater while I sterilize my hands."
The BXS looked up at her. "Scans complete. Blood pressure: ninety over fifty mm Hg. Temperature: 100.3 degrees Fahrenheit. Blood oxygen saturation: seventy-five percent. Foreign objects found in thoracic cavity. Foreign objects found in lungs. Perforations in lungs. Infection present in the ectodermal, mesodermal, and endodermal tissues. Infection present in the parenchyma of both lungs. Infection present in bloodstream. Diagnosis: Gangrene, sepsis, Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, physical trauma due to respirator malfunction."
Adelle blinked as she processed all the information.
"Prognosis: death within twenty-four standard hours." The BXS droid whirred slightly as Fours pushed the repulsor-bed further into the med center. "Do you still wish to continue operation?"
She set her jaw. "Yes. Hook him up to the IVs necessary. Treatment plan is as follows. Lung transplant, synth-muscle grafts, synth-flesh grafts, blood transfusion, diuresis, and antibiotics."
The 2-1 BXS tilted its head slightly, whirring all the while. Finally, it turned wordlessly and followed the path Fours had taken, presumably to gather what she needed for the op. Adelle rubbed her forehead and heaved, wincing as she did. There was no rest for the weary.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 16, 2017 20:16:54 GMT -8
1734 standard hours
With Leigh's help, Adelle staggered into the medical center, fumbling with a pocket in her cargo pants. She pulled out a fairly beaten card and inserted it into a slot just below the main doors' activation panel. The doors opened normally but Adelle now had access to everything within the MedCentre that she needed. She guided Leigh into an operating theater, using her bio-ID to activate a 2-1B medical droid and a 2-1BXS medical droid in powered-down standby just outside the doors. The BXS would be able to handle Aherk's surgery for the most part. The 2-1B, nicknamed Fours, was mostly for personal reasons.
"Patient has suffered severe trauma to the chest cavity. Open wound. Shows signs of gangrene," Adelle rattled off, pointing at the center table for Leigh. She leaned in a corner for support while she focused on her own injuries. The 2-1 BXS, however, stood in front of her.
"We could assist you better if you laid on the operating table, Master Jedi," it said.
"I'm not the patient," Adelle snapped. She pointed at the wheezing man Leigh was laying on the table. "He is."
"With all due respect, his odds of survival—"
"Kriff your odds!" She placed a hand on her rib cage, finding the one that had punctured her lung. This was going to hurt.
"There's no use trying to argue the point with Knight Bastiel. It often makes things worse," Fours said. "Take scans of the patient. Knight Bastiel means to heal him in spite of probability."
BXS left and walked over to the operating table. Adelle looked at Leigh wearily, gently placing a hand on her ribcage.
"We have two options," she said. "One, you go and initiate a ThreatCon Delta in the strategy center."
Fours swiveled its head to look at Adelle. She took a shuddering breath and licked her lips.
"Two, you go help Na'an and I initiate a Code Black in the MedCenter." Leigh probably would only be familiar with ThreatCon Delta, Adelle realized. Probably for the best.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 9, 2017 19:58:12 GMT -8
I mean, you do a pretty good job of that yourself.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 9, 2017 17:16:50 GMT -8
More like drumpf.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 6, 2017 22:43:36 GMT -8
During the drive over, Adelle kept bouncing her leg while she made small talk with Sarah. The speeder and the dress put her on edge. She'd been expecting Sarah to slum it—and maybe she really was—and hit up a nightclub or a dive bar somewhere. Cheap drinks, cheap food, loud music. Moving vaguely rhythmically but mostly sexually to the chest-pounding beat of some popular dance song. The Nystao downtown blurred past the tinted windows, bright holo-signs already lighting up the sides of businesses. They pulled up in front of an older building. No rope, no bouncer, no lines or the reverberations of a hard beat. No holo-sign blazed outside the doors. The building looked worn but well-kept and its architecture looked much older than the other fronts around them. Adelle followed Sarah out of the vehicle, hardly noticing her beckoning. The restaurant held her full attention. A wooden sign—she hadn't seen one outside the backwater planets—instead proclaimed the venue's name: The Red Rose. Poetic, if a little pretentious. A glance through the windows showed the place as deserted even though the full wait staff milled about inside. On a night like tonight, in a city as growing and populated as this, it should have been full. What the hells was this?
Sarah seemed pleased with herself as she announced that they were at their destination. Adelle still felt a little slack-jawed.
"I've . . ." She struggled to find the right words. "I don't think I've ever been to a place like this."
The redhead offered her arm and, unsure of what else to do, Adelle took it lightly in her hand. Ushers opened the doors for them, silent and spotless in their uniforms. As the maitre d' approached them with a professional smile on her face, Adelle expected to be asked for their reservations. But there was nothing more than a "Right this way." Not even a fuss about Adelle's bare feet, her dirty soles sinking into the plush carpeting. Their table sat front and center in front of a stage, and waiters were there to pull out their chairs for them. Adelle thanked the waiter on her chair quietly then put her head in her hands, trying to collect her thoughts.
"I called in a couple favours and got the place booked for us tonight," Sarah said off-handedly.
"A couple?" Adelle stared at the other woman incredulously. "This— I don't even— How! Who are you? And why the hells are you slumming it with me?"
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 4, 2017 22:02:48 GMT -8
"I can't afford it," Adelle said with a shrug. Sarah felt comfortable in a cocktail dress and heels? More power to her then. Adelle had worn fancy clothes: the nature of her previous duties at CorSec demanded it. But that had always been with a cover. It had always been an act. Adelle brushed her bangs out of her face, squinting against the Honoghri evening sun. "So, where to?"
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jan 1, 2017 0:29:08 GMT -8
Sarah smirked, her gaze lingering upon Adelle as the woman appeared to challenge her. Well, if that was the way that her new quarry wanted to play it, so be it. The challenge had been laid down, and Sarah was going to meet it head on. She gently bit the corner of her lower lip, before licking itI hope you have something nice to wear then... Otherwise we can find you something to wear together...Sarah called over an attendant then. She wrote her comm link number on a piece of film then, before handing it to Adelle. With a means of contact organised, Sarah took her leave of Adelle, leaving her to her relaxation.
As the evening settled in over Nystao, a PL-90 Luxury Speeder arrived out the front of Adelle's residence in the city. Sarah stepped out of the Speeder clad in a little purple number with black heels, her hair decidedly more free than earlier in the day. Sarah pulled out her comm link then, and typed a short message to Adelle, letting her know that she had arrived and was waiting out front. This was but the start of the evenings activities, she still had much and more up her sleeve. Adelle walked out of the rented flat wearing her usual attire: a drab tactical shirt, cargo pants, and the green sash she wore around her waist. When she saw the speeder, she stopped dead in her tracks."Well kriff," she said under her breath. Sarah herself was dressed in a glamorous cocktail dress more appropriate for a Coruscanti soiree than an impromptu date. Adelle rubbed the back of her neck as she approached Sarah."I'm afraid I'm underdressed," she said.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Dec 31, 2016 17:47:22 GMT -8
Adelle remembered a loud crunch and shouting. She opened her eyes and saw nothing. Adelle blinked and opened one eye—the other burned. She could smell burning flesh. Hers? Something tickled her nose, running down the slope. She tried to wipe it but her hand wouldn't move: it was pressed into the ground under something heavy. Bits of cloth worried her eyelashes and a hole had burned into the skin beneath. She could smell carbon now, although everything still sounded like she was underwater. She coughed. Red splattered the body on top of her. Kriff. Her head ached. She had blacked out. Head trauma. Name: Adelle Bastiel. Location: Yavin Four, Jedi Temple. Hallways outside the strategy center. Who was she with: Na'an, Leigh, Zabrak captain, Tsar something or other. Why: Rutil had summoned Na'an. Adelle tagged along. She'd gone off to find Aherk and come here to the strategy center. That's when she had run into KR.
The fight. The last punch. Adelle winced.
The metal chassis on top of her moved suddenly, pushed off of her and onto its side. Leigh, still cradling Aherk, stood over her. Her hologram was shut off but Adelle could practically feel the lecture coming. She took a rattling breath and stared at the dying man in the droid's arms.
"Medcenter," she said breathlessly. "Now."
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Dec 29, 2016 20:50:56 GMT -8
KR's movement shifted. Adelle dug her fingers into his fake scalp as it threw, raking through the synth skin. She grabbed at anything she could: its hair, its clothes, its arm. Gravity pulled at her soon after he flung her. Her shoulders slammed into the ground as she tried to roll into it. Her skull smacked against the stone. She rolled to her feet and felt more than heard a cannon fire. Instinctively she held on hand out towards the shooter, Absorbing the bolts. The other she held out towards KR and found its damaged skull in the Force.
The outstretched hand turned into a fist. Concentrated firepower turned into Force crush.
That thing had better die this time.
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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 Dec 21, 2016 9:59:55 GMT -8
Its hand knotted itself in the collar of her shirt too fast for her to stop. In an instant, Adelle knew two things. Cultists had seen them--one raised his gun to fire.
KR-04 was going to kill her.
Her feet lifted off the ground as she let go of her saber with her left hand. Bolts flew past them. Adelle threw up a quick Force bubble behind her as KR slammed her into the wall. The shield shattered on contact and Adelle hit the stone wall. Her lightsaber hissed as it clattered to the floor. KR's fist drove into her body. Her breath left in a silent rush. She felt her collar bone fracture with the impact of his fist. A blaster bolt sizzled past her face. Adelle took as deep a breath as her aching body allowed and tapped into the Force. She absorbed the bolt to her shoulder, the next to her head, gathering the fiery energies of the super-heated plasma. KR brought her forward to slam her into the wall again. Adelle clasped her hands on its synth-fleshed head, bolts pelting her body.
And she started crushing with all her Force and all the energy she absorbed.
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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 Dec 9, 2016 17:15:28 GMT -8
Ladies, ladies. You're both pretty.
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