|
|
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Sept 30, 2016 21:14:23 GMT -8
Farris opened his eyes with a start, and flinched slightly. Blinking, he turned his head from left to right, slowly- patiently taking in all the details and new arrivals. They were in orbit now. He could feel it. The very minor gravity shift. He opened and closed his mouth, flexed all his fingers and toes, tested his wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, and then, finally attempted to stand again. Finding it a lot easier to function, he took in a simulated breath- getting his slow moving blood, pumping again. After glancing at everyone again, he smiled a slightly self conscious smile and spoke in his almost liquid, absolutely calm voice.
Sorry about that. This whole venture really wore me out. Now- is everyone still alive?
He took a few steps over to the monitors keeping track of Adi's and Anna's vitals. No- Good, that...would complicate things. He trailed off as he noticed Adieumus' brain activity and neurological functions were back in normal parameters. Hey, who took my concussion? He mused, turning and looking at Ivya. Briefly, in his first vision sweep of the room, he noticed her putting her hands on the Arkanian's body, and while he couldn't touch the force himself, he felt the energy vibrating off of her in droves. There were advantages to being this sensitive to well- everything environmental.
You seem to know your way around the medical side of the force. He said with a thin smile, walking over to Sinina. For a moment, he focused strictly on the Echani, as he began clipping monitoring equipment to one of her fingers and sticking another one on her neck. Hey- lay down and just take it easy for a minute. I want to see how you're doing before we tackle that knee of yours. As he spoke to her, he took a needle from a tray and moved to place it in her upper arm, if she'd let him. This won't put you to sleep- but it will help the pain in that leg until we can look at it, alright? his voice remained very calming, but it was a natural trait. He wasn't trying to influence anyone, but he often found talking to be useful when people were stressed. Countless times he'd taken people off guard for more malicious reasons, just by speaking to them.
Walking back over to Adieumus' side Farris looked down at his broken collar bone with a frown. He spoke to Ivya again as he reached for a thin metal rod, a scalpel and a syringe. That was- very detailed work you just did, and from the monitors, you didn't screw up his nervous system. I'm impressed. Where did you learn how to do that?
He asked intrigued as he put on a pare of purple gloves and began making a small incision just under Adi's left collar bone. I'm going to go ahead and stint this before he wakes up. I don't want him trying to punch me like...every other time he's woken up with me over him.
|
|
I'vya Sinistrus
Member
Posts: 11 
Affiliation: The Living Force
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by I'vya Sinistrus on Sept 30, 2016 21:43:13 GMT -8
It was strange being in the presence of so many in strict contrast to her childhood. Hidden away for her own safety from the rest of the galaxy. Perhaps it was the strange metal man who had found his way to his feet. Or the large dark presence in the hall standing across from the one who could not touch the Force. For her it was all merely information and a new wondrous discovery. Even as she moved away from Adi she could see the man who she assumed was tending to all of the wounded she could not have known his attention would be drawn to her. And without a single inflection of fear or caution she turned to face him when she was addressed, making note of his tone and his words as he complimented her work. Work she did not consider work, but rather the natural balance of Force and Nature. In spite of this she lifted her head and watched him with investigative eyes.
”I taught myself.” She uttered lightly but with a somewhat less comely tone for a girl of her size and disposition. ”There are a great many things I can do, though few of them for the benefit of life.” She continued and watched as he went to work stinting Adi's collar bone. Applying a supplementary means to support the broken bone that she knew not even she could fully heal with her capabilities. And so she watched in silence as the man worked, his skin exactly textured as her cybernetic ward had explained to her. Yet in his presence she felt a distinct coldness that she believed could only come with his species ability to change at will. A coldness that would usher a chill down her spine, or would have were it not for the pulsing evil that radiated from the object in the hall. A darkness she could not shake no matter her effort; and a darkness she feared her father would take to.
”You don't find my capability odd, Pol-?” She caught herself and placed a hand against the table Adi lay on. "I'm curious what you would make of my ability to simulate a sedative." She breathed as she leaned over Adi just a bit and looked over his body as if scanning for each individual element of him that would require such an ability should he do what the metallic man was so adverse to. She hoped she would not have to, she rather liked the mildly confusing man that her father once called a friend. He was different.
|
|
Agent Dominion
Member
Posts: 124 
Affiliation: Sith
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by Agent Dominion on Sept 30, 2016 22:21:21 GMT -8
Just seconds before the light freighter would jump to hyperspeed, the ground, the land, seemed to rumble and shake for a number of moments, as something deep and guttural came from the earth, emitting from the center of where the Lab would be underground. A noticeable shock-wave shot through in a circle around the Lab, breaks and cracks every few yards becoming more and more visible as the seconds passed. Then all was still, if for one more moment.
The sound of rock scrapping on metal and plooms of smoke and dirt emanated from a growing hole in the ground, collapsing the Lab. Metal and still-burning-ship was shoved out of the hanger as torrents of air and rock slammed into it. In a matter of less than 30 seconds, the entire structure that they all had inhabited, including the Array, was buried.
Dominic struggled to open his palm, the Dagger trying to keep his hand around it. the Agent would keep staring into the Zabrak's eyes. "Go ahead and risk your friend's lives, and take it."
OOC: I guess I should post here now, even though this is orbit, and my post happens on planet. Whatever.
|
|
Loki
Crew of the Wayward Son
Posts: 238
Affiliation: The Crew of the Wayward son & Zadea Ordo
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Loki on Oct 1, 2016 10:23:38 GMT -8
The dagger wrenched out of Doms hand and floated above his hand it was about all he could manage, his look softened as he avoided touching it. "I unlike you am familiar with these types of artifacts." Loki said simply he turned away the dagger still floating above his palm he did not look at it as he walked away and into his quaters he wondered if it had a sheath or box and decided his bag would have to do. Loki walked into his quarters, and let the dagger float down onto his bunk, Dom had lied about his name, Loki could always sense lies but this felt like a confused lie, Loki lifted the black bag he took everywhere and sat it next to the daggers, Loki slipped off the combat strips one was ripped it would need replaced. He reached into his bag and pulled out his black robes and a torn and frayed pair with slashes and burned holes in them. Hey laid out both and then waving a hand,the dagger floated onto the torn set with another wave the robes enfolded it until it was a tight black ball he picked it up and placed it in his bag he also took two of his four lightsaber the duel blades and the red one back in. Leaving the curved hilted one on his belt the obsideon and jeweled hilt still shining then he picked up his robes and slipped into them before going out and slipping into the medbay. Notcing that things seemed calm now. He sighed deeply. They had done it.
|
|
Atton Kaelan
Crew of the Wayward Son
You're not allowed to name the star destroyer after your junk, Adi.
Posts: 265
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Atton Kaelan on Oct 1, 2016 14:06:29 GMT -8
*Well that had been hairy...although when all was said and done, Atton didn't feel as if he had contributed much to this whole rescue. Besides frying a few defense towers and slicing several little drone things, he hadn't seen much action. That was a good thing as far as not having to deal with potentially life threatening injuries, but it still felt like he hadn't contributed much.
Feeling like he wouldn't be of much use in the med bay, Atton soon found himself just meandering around the ship.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Oct 1, 2016 19:18:11 GMT -8
For the moment, Farris focused on attaching the stent to Adieumus' collar bone, and gently removing any bone fragments which had managed to nestle beneath the bone. The process might be a little bloody, but not nearly as much as would be expected. The Polydroxol moved with such precision, it was uncanny. After a few minutes, he finally responded to Ivya as he started wrapping the collar bone in a strange opaque cloth, meant to hold the bone in place until the body's natural processes dissolved the material harmlessly.
I'm not a force user- but I do know a skill like that isn't something to be taken lightly. He removed his hands and placed a small bacta patch over the wound he had made on Adi's shoulder, and then moved down to the large gash in the man's side. Perhaps, those many other skills you speak of could be used in a beneficial manner. He looked at her before starting his next project. His eyes were uncommon, a liquid blue that almost seemed alive with movement- ever shifting particles, constantly adjusting, hypersensitive to everything. I've learned it's almost always better to give life than to take it- easier to destroy, than to build.
He shrugged and turned back to his work, failing to put the energy into actually forming his face to match the emotion he was attempting to portray. Perhaps if he had time to fully recover, he'd be sharper with the human interaction thing. With a steady hand, he used the thin surgical blade to cut the remaining cauterized flesh opened, and quickly set about sterilize the man's side. He didn't really look at her when she asked her first question about his assumed disinterest in her abilities. Abilities don't make a person interesting. What you do with those abilities is what intrigues. Self taught people are very intelligent- but all in all- its the same. Someone had to write those books or record those holocrons, and if you're experimenting- you're using the same sentient intellect anyone else would use to figure out their own problems and curiosities.
He managed a thin smirk before taking up some surgical thread and a needle. Flawlessly, the Polydroxol started stitching the severed flesh back together on Adieumus' side, managing not to spill a drop of the Arkanian's precious blood. Once he was finished, he tied off the thread and cut the remainder before looking at her with a thin smile. Your ability to sedate others? Do you do that with the force or a blunt object? I've found both work pretty well.
The Polydroxol had to chuckle- mainly at her almost using his species as a title than his witty come back. He sighed slightly, checking the bags of blood and fluids before looking at her again, with a much softer expression. I suppose the jest of what I'm saying is- you don't have to impress me. You don't need me to find you odd- or special, because everyone is different, unique. Believe me- I've been enough different people to know how different even similar beings can be. My name's Farris by the way. What's yours?
After obtaining Ivya's answer, he looked over at E''yame, pulling his gloves off in a triumphant manner.
You're father's going to be just fine- as long as you play slave master for him, and not let him do anything stupid until his ribs heal. Can I count on you for that?
He knew E'yame didn't like him very much, but he gave her a reassuring smile anyway, an expression portraying perfect sincerity.
And then, there was The Echani- who he did not know the name of. He made his way back over to Sinina, looking down at her with a tilted head.
Feeling any better? Can I ask your name? I like to know the names of my victims, uh, I mean patients.
He lifted up a vile and began fixing a needle to it as he spoke.
|
|
I'vya Sinistrus
Member
Posts: 11
Affiliation: The Living Force
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by I'vya Sinistrus on Oct 1, 2016 22:37:43 GMT -8
His response was different. Calculated, methodical and even precise in it’s attempt to be as even grounded as it came across. While she knew he was trying to explain to her the insignificance of the descriptives she had chosen, she could not help feeling that there was no point in illuminating the unnatural to the being before her. While her ability would be considered by many as unnatural and strange, he had taken to it as if it were the most common place explanation he had received. To her father it would have been infuriating, while to her it was utterly fascinating. He was not like the descriptions and alerts Ariela’s monitor had branded him with, but something else entirely. His almost unsettling calm was enough to remind her that he was still no less dangerous than a being with a clear motive, however, and she made a mental note not to allow her questions to brush too far off the central path.
”Your perspective is enlightening, Farris. Thank you for sharing it with me. I look forward to showing you my capabilities.” She responded rather soundly to the entirety of his explanation before he made his way away from her and over to the woman who joined the others in the ranks of being she had never seen before. It was the Zabrak that took the crowning gem of her curiosity, but she could not deny that each individual with a complexion or nature different from her own were still exciting. A small smile took hold of her lips as she turned away from the table Adi lay on and began to make her way through the halls of the ship. However, not before making a stop next to the Zabrak who had silently dismissed himself and returned. She thought to touch him, to bridge the gap that appeared to be between them beyond the physical, but she refrained. Instead taking in his features as those that her father had described to her. he was different than she had expected, but no less brimming with the power that had intrigued her so. ”To have something to place to the stories my father told me of you, he does you little justice.”
She murmured as she made her way past him and began to explore the ship with little reservation as to her safety. Though she knew that passing the man who Ariela had labeled a definitive threat was something I’vya approached with care. For a man forsaken by the Force, he was something to be reckoned with. She thought briefly on those thoughts as she continued her adventure but ultimately found herself passing what appeared to be the passengers quarters. A place she knew that her father would not be. He was a peculiar man, but one driven by specific goals. Pausing briefly she sensed that the brand-esque darkness had not dissipated itself, and a small but prominent power emanated from the silence. Two things she would seek to comprehend, but neglect to examine in such limited respect.
”She is not as you described, father.” She whispered to herself before making her way through the corridors of the ship and back towards the medical bay. Only to stop at the entrance and watch in patient silence for Matango to wake. ”Why you’ve set yourself to life or die by his existence…” She mused in a hushed voice as her eyes drifted towards her father’s energy and then slowly back to Matango’s as an almost uncharacteristic tear fell along her cheek. ”I can not follow you and I will miss you.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Sinina Riso on Oct 2, 2016 5:56:45 GMT -8
*Sinina frowns a moment as she the being approached her, she bites her lip softly and lays back again as told to. She wasn't exactly sure why things were being affixed to her, but he seemed to be helping others so she felt like she could trust it wasn't anything unfavourable. She bit her lip softly again, nodding a silent confirmation, and flinched as he stuck her arm with a needle, she hadn't ever liked those. She looks up at him quietly.*
Okay.
*She continued to watch him as he moved about doing his work. She made sure not to focus completely on him though, one thing her mother always told her was never miss a detail in a room, Even if she weren't the smartest she'd always be one of the most aware, even if it were the colour of their shoelaces. She looks up at the being as he came back again.*
Well, it doesn't hurt as much... My name is Sinina. I don't know yours either..
|
|
Loki
Crew of the Wayward Son
Posts: 238
Affiliation: The Crew of the Wayward son & Zadea Ordo
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Loki on Oct 2, 2016 9:37:42 GMT -8
Loki listened and eyed the girl as she stood next to him, so Kaja had been telling Stories had he? Hmmm he thought as she walked away he sensed her hesitation and wondered what caused it then she was gone.
Loki walked forward and towards Annas bed he looked down at her frail figure not saying a word. A strange pulsing in the back of his head and a strange feeling of ease and contentment as she lay in the bed. Still standing at her bedside he smiled at Sin, frowned at Adi and wondered where Raven was, he hoped the explosions hadn't caught her but that was impossible as She had been with Anna. Loki looked over as the girl stood in the doorway she seemed to be talking to her self. But he couldn't make it out over the quite roar of the ships parts and the various beeps and whistles of,the medical equipment.
|
|
|
|
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Oct 2, 2016 13:28:34 GMT -8
Farris smiled kindly as Ivya left.
I look forward to seeing them.
It was true. After his initial speaking to her, he feared he may have offended her- but it seemed as if she was more intrigued than anything. Well good. He typically only offended people if they had a gun pointed at him, or if they deserved it. His attention lifted as Loki walked past, approaching Anna. He decided to give Loki a small update just so he would know what was going on.
Right now she's pretty paralyzed- but we'll fix that soon. I believe with the various talents in this room I can get her neural pathways back up and running again.
He nodded and then looked down at Sinina, taking up a scanning device and running it over her knee without touching her. The Polydroxol frowned and looked over at her.
It's nice to meet you Sinina- I'm Farris, and that- He pointed at the girl's discolored wrapped leg, is a comminuted fracture, which means- unfortunately, I'm going to have to amputate.
He hesitated for a brief moment, then shook his head with a smile. I joke- I can do that now that I'm not pretending to be the heartless Dr Noble.
He gently put a hand on Sinina's leg, just above her knee and inserted the needle between his fingers and into her leg. Within seconds, she's feel nothing from just above her knee- down. Humor aside- I will have to operate. I just deadened the nerves with a local anesthetic. You won't feel a thing, but- you really look like you could also use some rest, so, I could sedate you if you want- wake you up after I'm finished.
He looked over at Sinina awaiting her answer- and not really paying attention to the fact that he may have just given his identity away to Thea, who might take his words very... strangely.
|
|
E`yame Matango
Crew of the Wayward Son
"What is with you and my bras?"
Posts: 59
Affiliation: Crew of The Wayward Son
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by E`yame Matango on Oct 2, 2016 19:55:26 GMT -8
E`yame looked at Farris like he was stupid. Of course she would take care of her father. That wasn't even a question. She rolled her eyes and looked down at him. He was still out, and she hoped he would wake up soon. Right now she didn't want to be anywhere else. She walked over to the chair and made herself comfy.
"Of course I will do it!"
Zee looked as happy as ever. There were new people all over the place. He was going to have some fun with this!
"I am Zion, but people call me Zee."
He made a grand gesture and bowed. Calling him brave, just expanded his ego, and he puffed out his chest. He walked closer to her face and sat down.
"What is your name, milady?"
|
|
Thea Lockwood
Crew of the Wayward Son
Posts: 57
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Thea Lockwood on Oct 2, 2016 20:15:47 GMT -8
Thea had wandered over to a wall. She didn't want to be in the way and she was so exhausted. She looked at the guy that was acting weird and when he said he no longer needed to act like Dr. Noble, Thea backed up so fast, she smacked into the wall with a thud. It didn't help matters, when she smacked her head again. She started to feel woozy and ran over to the trashcan and threw up all of her stomach's contents. He wasn't the guy she knew, or thought she knew. Her vision swam and she grew nauseous again. This time, there was nothing to come up. She just dry heaved over and over. What a lie everything has been. She just wanted to go home already. Once she was done heaving, she looked around the room for Atton. She felt safe in his presence, but all she saw was a huge red guy with horns. He had to terrify her the most. All of her fear from being kidnapped, to being in that place, to being here, all slammed home. She wanted out of here, but she started to get dizzy. She felt like her emotions were a huge red flag waving above her head. This time she knew it wasn't part of the concussion, but more of a panic attack. She wobbled on her knees and fell over, passing out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sinina Riso on Oct 2, 2016 20:32:49 GMT -8
*Sinina looks up as Farris walked back to her. She frowns as he pointed at her knee, not sure what the term meant, as she hadn't heard it used before. Amputate? Not a chance! She sits up quickly and instinctively goes for her weapon.*
F-
*She stopped quickly and relaxed, laying back again, looking down sheepishly at her overreaction. She shakes her head at her own sillyness.*
--Sorry.. I shoulda seen that joke coming..
*She did flinch ever so lightly as he placed his hand on her leg above her knee, not from pain, just natural reaction. She watched the needle sink into her leg and then the numbing sensation spread through her leg below that point. She bites her lip softly and looked up at him as she quickly pondered his question. She was feeling tired, and now that there wasn't pain shooting through her leg she did feel like she could if she wanted to. She sighs softly as she tilts her head.*
But I might miss something.. I am curious what happens now..
|
|
Raven Alora
Member
Posts: 185
Affiliation: Felucian Conclave
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by Raven Alora on Oct 2, 2016 20:39:37 GMT -8
Anna smiled as the small man seemed to feel proud of himself when she complimented his bravery.
I'm Anna. She said. A sudden flinch rippled through her and she jolted, her eyes darting here and there. Recalling the small man she blinked at him. Sorry- I'm ... having a difficult time um controlling my muscles. She sighed and closed her eyes. You're probably not in the safest place, sitting there.
When she opened her eyes again, they met with Loki's and blinked a few times, her smile turning into a small frown.
Are you disappointed? She asked the Zabrak, quietly. You saw- my whole life. I've never been this frail. She closed her eyes again and let out a long sigh. I'm still confused why a big guy like you- would worry over someone like me. You've changed- a lot, from what you use to be. She opened her eyes again, peering over for a brief moment at I'vya. Anna's eyes were strange, shifting colors. The windows to her soul had become warped and difficult to look into- but what ever lay behind her eyes, it was intensely powerful, wrapped up in a very fragile shell.
Loki- Who is she?
Anna asked quietly, looking back at him. She couldn't really explain it, but she suddenly felt very safe, not because she was on the ship, but because she felt like she could trust this Zabrak with her life, no matter what the circumstances.
They had reached orbit. The Jedi Master's eyes opened slowly, and she took in a deep breath, letting it out very slowly as she stood. The tension had left her, after a bit of concentration. When she closed her eyes now, she no longer saw her blade severing a man in half, or redirecting blaster fire right into an enemy's chest, or ramming her blade into the back of a Mandalorian adversary. She just saw the light again. It felt good to let go every once and a while, and it was very effective- but, recovering and bringing herself back into balance always was a chore that needed to be done.
Standing to her feet, she put on her light tan and maroon jedi robes, feeling more comfortable in them, especially after this ordeal. Her saber, as always was attached to her belt, under her robe. She hardly ever left it behind. With a clear head and a balanced mind, the Jedi left her room. She still avoided the med bay, feeling quite a lot of tension and people there. She did not want to get in the way.
Briefly, her mind recalled what it was like jumping from this ship- feeling like the whole universe had stabbed her in the chest. It made her wonder how Adieumus was doing, though she felt his force presence growing ever stronger.
The idea that she had almost killed Sinina in the fall, because of her own lack of empathetic control, still wore at her mind. These thoughts pressed her onward, one foot after the other- until she came to the cargo bay doors, where the jump had taken place.
but her meandering feet also took her right into the back of Dominion.
Oblivious to the fact she was about to hit someone- the small woman, of 4'7 skitted back on her feet and looked up apologetically at the unfamiliar man.
Well I'm sorry. I know- I know- A jedi should be a lot more aware of their surroundings. It's been... a long day.
|
|
Agent Dominion
Member
Posts: 124
Affiliation: Sith
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by Agent Dominion on Oct 2, 2016 21:43:20 GMT -8
Well.
That about summed it up. In one... crisp... word. Well. He had gone in, done his mission, and gotten out. Usually with that news, the one word would be more of a sigh. But this time, as he practically piggy backed off of a group of (what seemed like) rogue force users. Dark, Light, all shades of grey. Unified to rescue a girl, that only minutes before, was being used as a vessel for a highly advanced AI that could see the future... Not only that, but Dominic had encountered an artifact of some kind. A Dagger that was flooding with force of the Dark Side. He had wielded it for a short while, until the Zabrak from this group decided that something like that, a Dagger that could take over your mind for the sole purpose of killing, was in better hands if those hands belonged to him. It was a ticking time bomb anyway.
Dominic stood in the cargo bay, where he was left, not sure what to do next. Something bumped into his back, and instantly reeled back. In a flash, Dominion had taken a quick step forward, spun in place and pointed his handgun at whatever it was. Or, whoever. A short woman looked up at him, dressed in Jedi robes, and apologized for not being aware of her surroundings, and confirmed her being a Jedi.
At that, Dominion instinctually put his finger on the trigger, but had to force himself to pause, and lower his slugthrower a little. He took a deep breath in, and out. Normally, Jedi's that got near him got a death sentence before a hello. But this.. was a special occasion. He was on an unknown ship, around powerful unknown people. He couldn't take them all on at once, and killing one of theirs wasn't going to help that. He had to be sociable until they reached a planet.
He held onto his slugthrower, but let it fall to his side. "I-..It's alright. Uh, it's been a long day for me too." He started.
|
|
Adi
Crew of the Wayward Son
Posts: 1,108
Affiliation: Crew of the Wayward Son
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Adi on Oct 2, 2016 21:44:44 GMT -8
The memories still flooded out from behind the long-locked doors broken wide open when the Array was in Adi's head. Before this mission, it was hard enough for Matango to get any kind of sleep, due to the nightmares he experienced every time he closed his eyes. Now, he was completely helpless to stop them from slamming into him, like storm waves crashing on a beach. Bits and pieces of the pain, and mental anguish endured at the hands of Arkoth on New Alderaan. These memories were then sealed away, ensuring that they could not be used against him, or so Adi had thought. Heated knives were pulled across his chest, stiff metal wire, *thin enough to punch through skin*, was put between the bones of Adi's feet, pushed through from top to bottom. These were just a couple of the -simple- tactics used. There was quite literally nothing to stop Arkoth then any more than he could stop the dreamscape from thrashing in his mind now.
He just wanted to wake up. At least if he were awake, he could control the images he was now being forced to watch, over and over again.He knew, somewhere back in the recesses of his subconscious, that a fair amount of time had passed. Was he dead, and awaiting the final release? Was this a purgatory?? If it were purgatory, how long would he be there? What was real right now, and what wasn't? Was he to be reduced to simply catching snippets of conversation around the room?
Wait....that was a new development....he could hear the others in the room, albeit as if they were talking through static, or loud white noise. Slowly, surely, the static cleared, and he could hear the din of conversation, and treatments being meted out. His wounds, his broken bones...he could -feel- them....he could feel they had been treated, and were either bandaged, stitched, or healed up...at least healed up enough for him to feel that he was, most definitely, not dead. He was rather happy to be alive...but oh man...being alive really hurt right now.
He really needed to stop doing this crap...it was gonna get him killed someday.
His icy blue eyes began to flutter, and open. A quiet, low groan escaped his throat as he tried to get the cobwebs clear from his head. He felt like he had gone on a bender with Master Frantz, AND Reyn Skirata....and tried to keep up in a drinking contest. Everyone knows you don't succeed in a drinking contest with Mike Frantz, let alone Reyn.... You just get really drunk, you probably barf, then pass out, and then you wake up with the worst hangover this side of Nal Hutta. Basically, it was ill advised, and definitely would not end well for anyone else involved.
Adi tried to get himself up to a sitting position, but after picking his head up a couple of inches from the pillow, he decided that it probably wasnt the best idea...at least until he was seeing more than just fuzzy, blurry images of his surroundings, or doubles and triples of everything.
The one person he -did- see clearly, however, was E`yame.
"Hey, kiddo. What'd I miss?"
He would have laughed if he could have, but a weak smile was the best he could manage at this point. He was truly surprised to be waking up at -all-. This one had been rather close...about the closest he had come to dying in a fight as he had ever been....and he had been beaten pretty damn badly in the past. The last thing he had heard before falling into the cold, black veil of unconsciousness was 'Soku Ren'.
So...the one that had handed Adieumus the worst asswhipping of his life actually had a name.....and that meant he could be tracked down, found, and taken care of.
His vision started to clear, and Adi coughed. He winced as the freshly re-aligned ribs flexed a little bit. He would most definitely have to rest for a while. He looked to his left, then his right. He could see Loki, Eya, I'vaya, Farris, Sinina...They all had made it out, and were heavy a couple extras. I'vaya he only knew from visions, from dreams he had when he was under her medical care after his stupidity against Ashrah Intalbo. Much like now, he had taken it a couple of steps too far in that fight, and had ended up getting run through. She had been there to care for him..and somehow was here now. However, there was but one person he wanted to see in the med bay of the Wayward Son now, the entire reason for all of this. It took a bit of work to turn his head without aggravating the broken clavicle, but he managed to do it.
That was when a very frail, very worn-looking Anna, along with another woman that Adi did not know, slumped against the bulkhead wall came into view. Anna was talking with the strange little man that had accompanied Eya on board the Son. She was alive, though...and still had her mental facilities intact....or appeared to at least. No one seemed to have noticed that the other woman was unconscious..either that, or she was sleeping. Regardless, the former Jedi figured that someone should probably go see if she was all right.
"Does someone wanna go check on her? She doesn't look too good...."
|
|
E`yame Matango
Crew of the Wayward Son
"What is with you and my bras?"
Posts: 59
Affiliation: Crew of The Wayward Son
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by E`yame Matango on Oct 2, 2016 22:13:34 GMT -8
E`yame practically threw herself from the chair to Adi's bed. She was so glad he was awake.
"Don't you dare scare me like that again, or I will be the one to kill you."
She smiled at him and relaxed finally. This had been one hell of a day.
****
Zee nodded at Anna and jumped down and made his way back over to Eya. He grabbed onto her pants leg and scrambled up to her shoulder.
"I would pay to watch that fight."
He knew they would never actually fight, but it would be amusing.
|
|
Loki
Crew of the Wayward Son
Posts: 238
Affiliation: The Crew of the Wayward son & Zadea Ordo
Traffic Light: Green
|
Post by Loki on Oct 3, 2016 8:06:38 GMT -8
Loki smiled at her, as she asked if he was disappointed in her. "I spent five years in a coma..to survive, I was a shell of what you see before you." he said simply. "You survied, that makes you strong." he said simply, Lokis eye fluttered, he might, not feel it but the wounds slowly taking their toll on his body. "I need..no bed big enough...your life is mine now.." Loki's power over pain suddenly snapped and he fell to his knees next to Annas bed he growled as the pain in his chest exploded in white hot agonoy. He held up his hands and focused nothing happened. He was,still too weak. "Help Me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Farris Argon Noble on Oct 3, 2016 9:55:46 GMT -8
Well this was turning out to be a medical nightmare. Farris was about to speak to Sinina, when he heard Adieumus' voice and his head snapped toward the Arkanian. He spoke, in his constantly calm yet commanding voice.
Don't move Adieumus. Not yet.
He glanced over at E'yame, narrowing his eyes and giving her a smirk.
There's just no way to make friends with you, is there? Hie expression became serious. If you want to help out with your father, you could do me a huge favor and clean up his face. I haven't had time to get all the blood off. Run your fingers along his jaw line and see if it's broken, but be gentle- obviously. He lifted a gray eyebrow. Unless you don't want to. That's fine. He added in an almost sarcastic tone. Force forbid him to give the girl any sort of anything that sounded like any kind of order.
So- Adi was taken care of. He could focus on Sinina's knee. He was just starting to focus when he heard a commotion in the back corner, then Adieumus speaking about the girl, Thea- who Farris just now saw was heaving into a trash can, caught in the throws of some emotional panic attack. It wasn't long before the girl was unconscious again- which, considering her concussion, was a terrible turn of events.
Not an inkling of the stress building within the Polydroxol's mind was shown on his silvery face- none of it. He looked absolutely calm, mainly because he wasn't. I'm taking care of it.
He answered the Arkanian, then turned back to Sinina. Excitement, often leads to injury- and you're already injured. I promise I'll tell you everything that happened while you were sleeping. And I promise not to amputate your leg. That was a terribly timed joke. You've had a long day full of people trying to kill you. He reached behind Sin's bed and uncoiled a hose, punching in a few commands to the computer. After placing a sterilized pad over the tube's mouth piece, he gently placed it over Sin's mouth and nose, hoping she wouldn't struggle. Count backwards from 100 for me, slowly. Giving a thin smile, he sighed. See you after 81.
His mind scrambled now, trying to figure out what to say to Thea- how to explain that, even though he wasn't who she thought he was, he'd always been genuine with her. How to tell her he was under cover to protect and help Anna escape- how he wasn't being dishonest to her. But the truth was, Farris had always been a liar, a pretender. The only people who ever saw him in his true form was Arkoth, his now deceased companion, and recently, this crew. The reality of being so many people- none of them truly him, slammed into the Polydroxol just as the Zabrak fell to the floor.
Farris closed his eyes, and took a step away from Sinina's bed, effectively separating himself from everyone in the room, with at least a 2 foot radius around his figure. Silently he lowered his head and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. At length, he opened his eyes again, and glanced around the room. His only other surgeon was unconscious, and the only other bed left in the room wasn't big enough to handle the massive creature now on his knees rattled with pain from his ignored injury. For a brief moment, he considered I'vya and her uncanny abilities. Perhaps he could implore her to take care of Thea, while he handled Loki and then saw to Sinina- but he had no idea what she really was capable of. And, at the present moment, he did not trust her with the delicate work involved with healing. After all, she'd told him most of her talents weren't about giving life. But he really could use an extra set of hands at least. Thea had to be brought back to consciousness before her brain suffered any more damage from that concussion.
He turned to look at I'vya, noticing the very minuscule emotion showing on her face in the form of a tear. His own expression softened as he spoke to her.
I'm not exactly sure what you're going through right now- but I could really use your help. Over there, He motioned to Thea. Her name is Thea- she hit her head very hard back in the lab, and has been unstable sense then. I cannot allow her to remain unconscious. Can you please try to wake her, and help her to that last bed over there?
He hoped she'd answer yes, but regardless- he needed to see to at least sedating the Zabrak. He had no clue what the darksider would do with so much pain form being stabbed by a lightsaber. Force users and their pain suppression probably caused more health problems than anything else in the galaxy.
With driven strides, he took the mask off Sin's face, knowing she was sufficiently unconscious for a good long while, replaced the sterile slip with a new one, and approached the Zabrak from behind. Placing his hand on Loki's shoulder, Farris spoke.
I'm sedating you. Try to relax and breath deeply. If you punch me- we're going to have issues.
With care and caution, the Polydroxol placed the mark over Loki's larger features. Thankfully it was a really big mask, and it covered the most part of Loki's mouth and nose.
And if Loki did not struggle- Farris would easily support the Zabrak's bulk, gently guiding him to the floor as if the entire action caused Farris no strain at all. He looked up at Anna with a strange half smile.
Hey.
|
|
I'vya Sinistrus
Member
Posts: 11
Affiliation: The Living Force
Traffic Light: Yellow
|
Post by I'vya Sinistrus on Oct 3, 2016 15:29:21 GMT -8
Watching Farris work was akin to watching the holocrons she had watched over the years. More astutely to those she had seen in example of the healing capability of the Force. While none of it seemed to be less of a flurry of complex thought, systematic action and careful diagnostics, she could not say that she was not impressed with his ability to accomplish so much in such a short and inopportune amount of time. Were it anyone else she was sure she’d have had the pleasure of watching them stumble through their actions and fall short of grand expectations. Were it not for her lingering, and amassing, emotion she would have noticed sooner the condition of the woman who had seemingly harmed herself again. The woman her father had told her to ignore.
”She’s not one for composure.” She muttered to herself as she made her way at the polydroxol’s suggestion over towards Thea and knelt gingerly at her side. She’d only been out moments and she could already feel the woman’s energy falling into an unstable flux. Trauma, shock, confusion and even fear washed over the woman, but it meant little to the young woman as she placed a hand gently against Thea’s head and her other against her abdomen. While his assessment was correct, he would have been shocked could he feel the damage. Whatever she had undergone in that decrepit facility was better off forgotten. Though, that sadly, was not her decision to make. The same glow that had shown from beneath her palms with Adi showed once more as she addressed Thea’s injuries.
The test once she was finished was to be sure that this woman would not jump or become frantic upon waking, something she had experienced time and time again with the wildlife of Dantooine. She had had only one other sentient patient before, however, and she was apt to consider the femininity of her patient something to be accounted for.
”I’m going to need you to open your eyes, but do not move.” She whispered to the woman, gently coaxing the woman with her voice augmented by a flow of the Force to her vocal chords. ”My name is I'vya and you are safe, but others need your help. That is your focus, nothing else.” With that she withdrew from the woman’s form, rose to her feet and walked past Farris with a completely different expression on her face than she had presented him before. Almost as if her opinion of him had flipped entirely on his head. ”If that is how you handle your friends, than I’d suggest you rethink your act.” She uttered with a staunch and unwavering frustration as she met his gaze with eyes darkening with anger, the Force swelling around her until her anger cleanly subsided. While she was sure Malacia would have been a just reward for his negligence, she could not allow herself that satisfaction.
|
|
