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Post by πΏπππππππ on May 16, 2024 16:24:23 GMT -8
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Slowly, the rest of the acolytes began to file out of the medbay and 'stake their claims' in small sections of the lobby just outside. The Chirurgeon remained motionless where she stood, although grabbing one of the last girls who tried to leave. The Miraluka pulled out a book, fastened within her robes, and turned to a specific page. She pointed to a list and murmured a few words with the girl, who nodded confidently.
The acolyte rushed out of the medbay and, judging by the direction she turned, was heading straight for the cargo hold that Lyne had mentioned.
"One would think that if you so strongly encouraged their use, girl, you would ensure that the leader of your little tribe would keep these things on hand. You earn points for flattery, though."
The Chirurgeon shut the book and refastened it to rest inside her robes, secured on her hip. Her words may have come off as demeaning, but it was more of an observation void of emotion. She at least tried to remedy it with a friendly quip at the end.
By that point, the male human acolyte had already clamored and found the device he was looking for: an oxygen mask. Lyne's sensors, which she placed over Lord Tartarus, began feeding their information back to the display. One could almost see the panic in his movements.
"Heart rate is critically low. Same for his blood pressure and oxygen levels." He snapped his gaze towards the Chirurgeon. "Has it been confirmed that he was put into a stasis? I've seen readings like this only a handful of times, and I can find no other differential diagnosis worth considering if he's still alive under these conditions."
"Nothing has been confirmed or denied yet. You would be surprised to know the magicks that the Elders were capable of," the Chirurgeon answered, approaching the machines that sent out their incessant beeping. She looked up at them as if she watched them with real eyes, but that lasted all of five seconds. "Bah! How do you expect me to read a blank black box?"
The man sighed. Lyne could win the Chirurgeon over with flattery regarding her heritage. Having worked with fellow Miraluka in the past, he would, of course, have to explain the beautiful setbacks of Force Sight and electronic displays to her later. "I'll keep monitoring his vitals and write them down for you, Chirurgeon. Please keep your book nearby and ensure I have a proper writing utensil."
The Chirurgeon wrinkled her nose in distaste as she 'stared down' the display but said nothing else. She despised these machines anyway. A much-needed silence finally filled the room, although that quiet was now broken by the faint beeping. The girl soon returned, cradling jars of herbs and other ingredients in her arms. Remaining unhurried in her movements, the Chirurgeon took the contents from the girl and placed them aside.
The male disciple cleared his throat as he finally addressed Lyne. "Hemlock," he answered. "Lord Hemlock, but you can just call me Hem."
Since the Chirurgeon couldn't decipher what everyone else saw with these modern technologies, she simply returned to her current array of medicinal herbs. She paused, though, to take in the sight of Lord Tartarus, laid bare from the waist up. With so many wires dangling from him and a mask covering his nose and mouth, he looked like something created in a lab.
"A circus act, indeed," she muttered under her breath.
Hemlock pinched the bridge of his nose to stifle the coming migraine. It was going to be a long trek to Roon. |
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Post by Karnac on May 17, 2024 13:15:15 GMT -8
Having finished setting up the monitor, Lyne turned and watched the acolyte that was last to leave head straight for the cargo bay. It was then she commented on why they didn't have any herbs and such if it was encouraged.
"Sadly, collecting herbs and the like is more of a task, especially when you change locations and aren't aware of the a new world's medicinal herbs. Not to mention that none of us are truly skilled in healing. Lacking the proper knowledge of mixtures and such ends up wasting them. And considering that we mostly only deal with injuries from fights, its simpler to go with bacta." Out of all Karnac's peers, only Vedec would have decent enough understanding regarding the uses for herbs and that was pushing it.
She watched as the man then started looking around at what else they had available before locating the oxygen mask, something she would have mentioned before her departure but wanted to wait until all else was handled. But he was moving quickly, setting things up after seeing where Tartarus's vitals sat. Even she could tell it wasn't good. He then asked about the confirmation of him being in stasis to which the Chirurgeon responded that nothing was certain but considering the skill of their former Elders, it was highly possible. "Powerful magicks aside, there are simpler abilities in the Force to cause stasis. Karnac's peer, Xeo, is master of the technique. There is also a healing variation as well. Still, I don't think those could even achieve this level of stasis without a touch of sorcery." She took a slight step back as Lady Khira became frustrated, claiming that all she saw was a blank box. She wasn't aware of the limitations of the Miraluka and screens, but before she could speak, the human informed his Matriarch of his task in ensuring she was kept up to date. Clearly, he knew more than she and it was becoming obvious that there was little else for her to do here.
She did get the man's name, so that was a plus to the situation. "Hem. Pleasure." She gave him a smile as silence filled the room once more, allowing her to hear the muttered words of the Chirurgeon. From the way Hem pinched his nose, she could guess it was about Tartarus and how he was hooked up. "Honestly, this is fairly regular. While we've spent little time with this particular order, Sith, in general, are aggressive, always seeking to prove themselves. That usually means tons of injuries and many days in an infirmary hooked up to machines. A rather stubborn lot in that regard." |
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Post by πΏπππππππ on May 17, 2024 17:24:50 GMT -8
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As requested, the Chirurgeon set her book on a metal table near Hemlock, who thumbed through the charts and pages detailing Tartarus's care. He compared the notes to the current readings, and it almost appeared he didn't believe either of them. His head jolted up and fell back down, quickly yet efficiently comparing those readings. Defeated at last, he sighed. The Chirurgeon was correct, and if Lord Tartarus survived this long, he had no reason to believe he wouldn't make it to Roon, either. Hemlock still made a silent vow to stay vigilant. With vitals as concerning as Lord Tartarus's, anything could happen.
"Request the Elder-Slayer to make contact with his peer then, girl. We could use someone like him to compare with Lord Tartarus's state. This Xeo might know a thing or two on how to draw him out of... whatever this is."
It was improbable; higher, even forbidden magicks may be at work here, not just simple sorcery. A simple stasis wouldn't explain the myriad of anomalies either. The Chirurgeon was still willing to rule out all angles of this ailment first, starting with the simplest explanation. It was easier to start with what they knew and build from it rather than blow this whole matter out of proportion and have to cut away at the fantastical illnesses of their imaginations.
Then again, this depended on the Elder-Slayer's peer being on Roon to start...
BEEP
...and on his willingness to help their cause...
BEEP
...If this option failed them, another option would soon be discovered, though...
BEEP
...Surely.
The Chirurgeon tried to sort through the chaos in her mind in silence, yet the beeping nearly made her go mad.
BEEP
By the Force, she could rip that thing off the wall and send it crashing into the lobby.
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BEEP
The Chirurgeon took in a deep breath and exhaled a shuddering sigh.
As if his Matriarch's stress amplified his own, Hemlock turned to Lyne and gently grasped her at the elbow, leading her out of the medbay.
"If another needs stitching up, be it one of yours or one of ours, please bring them here. I'm no stranger to bacta or needles or anything you might have here. If needed, the Chirurgeon now has her supplies readily available as well," he stated as unbothered as he could despite his rising blood pressure. "For now, though, I have my own stubborn lot that needs to be brought up to speed. They're going to have to learn to be okay with a lot of new things and very quickly."
The Chirurgeon made a short noise caught between a laugh and a scoff. Hemlock disregarded it as he brought Lyne past the threshold of the medbay.
"I appreciate your assistance, Lyne. Let me take it from here."
Not giving Lyne much chance to push back even if she wanted to, Hemlock released her once outside the medbay doors. Without so much as a farewell or wave, he turned on a heel. He returned to the medbay, the metal doors whooshing behind him with a sense of finality.
Sure, Lyne could just... reopen the doors and return. But perhaps Hemlock made his point firm enough. There was too much to do and little time to do it. As if to further prove his point, a handful of acolytes were preparing their spaces around Lyne and murmured amongst themselves. Judging by the fact that they were out here while Hemlock and the Chirurgeon took the lead, it wasn't out of the question to think that they had never seen or operated in a medbay like that in their entire lives. Eventually, they would all have to be taught how to handle specific tools, read the displays, and correctly chart in the Chirurgeon's logs. For now, though, Hemlock was focused on the Chirurgeon, who was hellbent on acting as though none of this existed. |
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Post by Karnac on May 18, 2024 7:45:15 GMT -8
For a moment, Lyne watched as Hem looked between the book and the monitor, each movement quick and sharp as he made his comparisons about his condition and previous care. It was then that the miraluka spoke up asking for Karnac to reach out for Xeo's aid. SHe froze a bit inside. She hadn't anticipated the request, though all things considered, she should have expected less. The question was, could he? Much like her told the Priestess of Mystia the night before, Xeo, too, resided with their master and didn't leave their current exile. Still all he could was simply ask and see what transpired.
"I'll let Karnac know."
Before long, though, the shuddering sigh came from the Chirurgeon and Hem took her arm, leading her out the door. While a bit gentle, he was still firm and his words were enough to expose his intentions. Not able to get a single word out, she was outside the medbay and the door shut behind her. She let out a heavy breath as she placed her arms on her hips.
"Well, could have at least nicely asked me to leave."
She merely shrugged as she turned away. There wasn't anything else she could do and he seemed to know that was needed. At this point, she needed to turn her attention to helping the others get settled. It was at that time Karnac and the High Guard emerged from the cockpit area, followed by the others and headed down the ramp.
Karnac had watched in silent amusement as Kalishir moved quickly about the captain's quarters before being reigned in by Pandæmonium. Turning, he made his way out of the area and towards the boarding ramp. the echani was close on his heels, insisting the guard remain with him and the Priestess to help guide others in. It was the smartest choice.
"It'll certainly make things easily. Thank you."
It would also be easier, if needed for them to make a final run around the village in case someone was getting left behind or somehow forgot to wake up, which all was highly unlikely. Descending the ramp, the High Guard followed and stood at the opposite side of the opening as Karnac as he gave a nod to the Priestess that it was time. |
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Post by ππͺπ·πΓ¦πΆπΈπ·π²πΎπΆ on May 20, 2024 15:37:04 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Of course, it would make things easy. That's why she made the suggestion in the first place.
With all her might, Pandæmonium stayed her tongue, keeping those snarky thoughts a secret locked within the Echani's mind. Jaxon should be proud of her. The thought sent her silvery eyes flickering upwards toward the Korun male. It took a beat for him to sense a gaze upon him and another beat still to find the source. He betrayed nothing at first, but Jaxon soon lifted an eyebrow in question to her stare. Pandæmonium shrugged, defeated.
"Don't mention it," she responded with a sharpness in her tone that solidified that she meant what she said. He shouldn't mention it. Ever.
PandΓ¦monium crossed her arms over her chest as she glanced toward the ship's ceiling and the heavens above. By the Six Sisters, this would be a long few days with her current company. After years of being bottled up, used as nothing more than a tool or a weapon, and punished for being an unskilled sorceress, PandΓ¦monium felt absolutely frazzled, numb, irritable, and excitedβsomehow all at the same time.
Her gaze then drifted over towards the medbay doors, now shut to hide away the occupants. Her defiance towards Karnac quickly became something of the past. She had a duty to uphold to the people. Then she could fret as she carried out her other duty to Abyssos.
They stepped back outside, and Pandæmonium nearly made a face as the thick and humid jungle air swallowed her whole and almost knocked the breath from her lungs. She watched as Karnac nodded his head towards the Priestess. She knew well enough what he meant by that nod. A silent signal acknowledging that all was well, the tour was concluded, and that boarding was ready to begin. A simple gesture that said so much without taking up as much time. Yet the Priestess simply stood there, silent. Waiting.
Pandæmonium's silvery gaze darted back and forth between the Priestess and Karnac. More silence. The Echani closed her eyes, took a deep and calming breath, and stepped forward to stand side-by-side with Karnac.
"The tour has concluded, Priestess. The Chirurgeon and her disciples have situated themselves in the medbay with Lord Tartarus. The Archivist awaits in the lounge to assist with directions. We humbly await to receive the people of Abyssos."
She couldn't hide the sarcasm dripping in her voice. For once, she wasn't upset with Karnac, though. |
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Post by πΏπππππππ on May 20, 2024 15:45:10 GMT -8
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By the time Karnac had returned with the Guard, the Priestess had already summoned her acolytes. Each busied themselves throughout the crowd, who had already shifted a tremendous and noticeable deal. Children with their caretakers and the more elderly scholars were now closest to the boarding ramp; the rowdy Virtuosos glared and sneered from the very back and would be the last to board. All were accounted for; not a soul was missing. The acolytes were finishing up and returning to the Priestess's presence as she turned to address Karnac.
Yet he said nothing, so she remained silent. It was as if they expected her to decipher so much from a single nod. Granted, she understood, but she also would not be one to fall to blame for assumptions. Words held power here among Abyssos, a lesson she hoped Karnac would learn now.
However, the Guardian unexpectedly stepped forward. Her biting tone didn't go unnoticed, as if she, too, expected the Priestess to understand. Truly, the Elder-Slayer and the Guardian were cut from the same cloth, whether or not they wanted to acknowledge it yet. If Karnac had already ascended to great heights among the Eternal, then the Guardian surely would do well among their new masters. The near future would be an interesting spectacle to behold. Her lips twitched at the edges, an intrigued smile trying to force its way upon her expression.
"Very good," she hummed.
The last of her disciples pushed herself up the boarding ramp and settled behind the Priestess and by the rest of the acolytes. The Priestess outstretched a hand, and somewhere off the boarding ramp, set off to the side, her gnarled black wood staff, set with a purple crystal orb, answered her call in the Force. With a firm blow, the Priestess slammed the butt of her staff into the metal flooring. The orb answered with a violet luminance and faint yet persistent thrum, an audible sound that caught the attention of everyone gathered.
"It was by your words that the people waited, Elder-Slayer," the Priestess said, refusing to hide the laughter in her words. "It will be by your words that they are welcomed."
The glow of her crystal orb set within her staff slowly died, and with it, the low hum it emitted faded. The people's attention remained, though, their gazes all eventually finding Karnac. It might have been how the Priestess had turned her body, everything about her presence fixated on the Elder-Slayer. In turn, her disciples all looked towards him expectantly as well.
The Priestess's smile grew wider still as she motioned for Karnac to take the floor. |
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Post by Karnac on May 21, 2024 9:13:16 GMT -8
Silence hung within the air for a few solid seconds after Karnac gave his nod to the Priestess. At first, he wondered if she had missed his signal. He didn't think it was a subtle nod, but it might have been. But the way she stood there, simply staring, he was certain she caught it. Then why stand there saying nothing? It was a clear sign, was it not? Was he missing something?
But before he could think much further, Pandæmonium stepped up and addressed them. He heard the sarcasm in her voice and for a moment, thought it was directed at him for not speaking up and simply saying what needed to be said over a small gesture that seemed obvious. But as he reflected on it, the more it seemed otherwise, that she herself was uncertain why such a sign was met with silence. In the end, perhaps it was the difference between a warrior and a sorcerer, especially where sorcerers where the prominent figures. Words were a big part of how their magicks worked, whereas a warrior relied on movements and words took valuable time that could make or break a situation. Pandæmonium, being echani, was even more in that boat than him if what he learned from Harcos proved to be true.
With her words, the Priestess finally seemed to move, stepping up closer to them. It was then she made the point that he would have to be the one order them aboard. In his mind, it was such a pointless thing. But he let the thought pass, not wanting to cause any frustrations or arguments over some minute feeling that ultimately amounted to nothing. He, along with all else here he guessed, wanted to stall this trip any longer for something such as that. Giving another nod, he took a step forward.
"You may all begin boarding now. As your Guardian has said, the Archivist awaits you inside to help guide you."
He wouldn't waste any time on a speech while slightly irritated. He gave a faint sigh as he turned to the Guardian. "I'll join my team inside to help the Archivist navigate people around the ship if you and your men could handle things out here. Hopefully things will be smooth and quick we can head out." With that, he headed inside.
The process began, a bit slowly at first as the first few began to make their way into the ship, starting with the elderly and children. Alongside his men and the Archivist, they were directed to the two guest chambers and began getting situated. They worked to fit as many as the could comfortably on each bed, sometimes having three adults or four to five children. A bit cramped but surely more comfy than being stuck on the floor. From there the others came aboard and began to find places throughout the ship, being sure to follow the instructions of Karnac and his team in ensuring a path could be kept for others to walk. With the large group that still remained, nearing fifty in number, it was going to be a tight fit.
Many, as they boarded, looked around to see where Tartarus was, though found no sign of him. The doors being shut was enough to force their focus back into boarding as it made knowing what room he was in, difficult. However, others were quick to pick up on his location simply by the acolytes of the Chirurgeon setting up a place around one particular door. Still, with the room closed off, it kept anyone from being able to dwell on it long. More than a few times people had to be reminded to keep moving and find a place, being from seeking out Tartarus to simply being in wonder at the ship and glancing about. Karnac reassured the latter that a time would come later to explore and be given a tour once they were in flight. This seemed enough to convince them to finishing settling down.
With the last of Abyssos boarded, Karnac met up with the Priestess and Guardian to verify before going to close the boarding ramp and moving to the cockpit, the rest of his team following behind. Jonas had remained within the cockpit going over all the systems multiple times as well as sorting out which systems could be shut down to accommodate others for this trip. Everyone took their seats, Karnac in his command chair, Lyne in the co-pilot seat, and Lassix in a gunner chair off to Karnac's left. With a deep breath, the time had come. "Alright, Jonas. Power her up."
The engines slowly came to life as Karnac opened a open channel throughout the ship. Attention all passengers, this is your captain speaking. The time has come to leave this world behind and journey into the stars. For any how have never traveled by ship, please be seated as we lift off and head into orbit. While the Inertia dampeners will keep you from feeling much of anything in our acceleration, some shaking may occur, but please don't be alarmed. It is normal. Now hold tight to your possessions, make sure your tray tables are in an upright and lock positions, here we go. The last statement made him chuckle for it was a pointless line that only served to make him chuckle.
With the channel closed, Jonas lifted up on the controls as the repulsors pushed the TΓ»aradi into the air. Once high enough, he pressed forward on the engine control and the burning cores pushed the ship forward and up into orbit. |
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