Kessendra

"Red" chuckles mirthlessly before answering Mr. White, "Kerri's on the chrono, mate. Swirling an index finger between himself and the cowled woman, he adds, We all are. Got an incoming delivery to look after. Snapping his fingers impatiently, he tells the Qiraash woman, C'mon then, give him his message already. Make it a quick one, that delivery should be here soon."

Nodding obsequiously, the Qiraash picks up the cards, tapping those that have been placed on top and turning those beneath them so that she has an orderly pile once more. Turning the top card over on the table between her and Silas to reveal an armored figure with a skull for a face holding a blade aloft, she says in her lyrical sing-song, "This is you, and it is what you seek to give the one you chase, and it is what you will bring with you always, and what you will always find. Death. Not yours, not yet, but those who cross your path, and for some who choose to walk yours with you. Turning the next card in the deck over to reveal a black robed figure with arms upraised, placing it crossed over the first, the Qiraash says, Your present obstacle; snares that have been set for you and lay in wait. Be wary, lest you be caught up the traps he has left behind for you to stumble into."

Snorting a disdainful laugh, "Red" drums his fingers on the side of his glass and glances over at Silas as he says, "Bet you're not so glad you took that seat, eh Mr. White. Wrapping the chain around his hand, he jerks it roughly and, oblivious of the fact his actions prompt Neassa to tighten her grip on the handle of her blaster, tells the Qiraash, I think he has the gist of his message. Sucks to be him. Boo hoo. Let's go. Looking back at Silas while waving a hand to prompt him to, Shove off, mate. Show's over."

Jemima took heart in the fact that Adrien seemed to be quite lucid and sharp. His wits were about him, and he was able to make coherent direct responses. After her long explanation of the situation, she was impressed that Adrien took it all so well. It told her a bit more about how impressive a man Adrien appeared to be. He obviously wasn't unfamiliar with the risk of death. She'd only ever read about such folk in holonovels, but never before had she seen one up in person before. It also told her something about her friend, Anzhelina. She could no longer deny that the Nagai woman wasn't entirely right in the head, but that didn't make her a bad person, really, and Jemima would be the last person to judge. So instead, she simply accepted her personality disorder as a part of who she was. It seemed to her like just about everyone else accepted it too. So why not her?

Her mind returned to the present danger for the captain. A man she had become responsible for after saving his life from his critical injuries back on Honoghr, and now, once again, it fell to her. He was willing to brave the radical procedure. "Okay...okay..." she whispered to herself, "I have sufficient exercise, and when I was assisting a doctor in the procedure, I'd seen what was required to be done. Thank the Force I sort of anticipated this."

She walked over to one of the duraplate containers that had the symbol of the RDMC on them, and began to take out equipment and packets of liquid. "We need to work fast. Annie, I could use a hand if you wouldn't mind."

She used the name that Adrien gave to the woman, seeing as she was pressed for time and her full name was a mouthful. Without looking from her work, she continued to speak, "I need you to fill a pressure syringe with fifty CCs of Oxychloron Amphatin, it's in that container with the coloured boxes beside you. The blue box. Fifty CCs, in a pressure syringe. It's to help the captain with the system shock he's about to get."

It was ironic that to deal with anaphylactic shock, Jemima was going to apply a combination of chemical and electrical shock to counteract the threat. She pulled out everything she needed from the box, and began to set up around Adrien's bed. "If you wouldn't mind shifting your position a little to the left, captain, thanks." She took out several tiny tubes and attached them to packets of various liquids, some of which looked like packets of blood, and empty packs. Tilting her head a bit while she worked, she explained to Adrien and Anzhelina what she was going to do.

"The idea is to purge your systems at a high rate of speed of contaminated blood and chemicals. Those blood packs will immediately replace the lost blood. Fortunately we had a supply or your blood type, and the Oxychloron is a sort of bionic shock absorbant. Such rapid depletion and replacement of a pure new blood supply is going to be, needless to say, a novel experience. Additionally, the electrical shock that I need to apply will be necessary to recharge your regenerative amino peptides and a special bacterial strain that's been known to respond well to electrical impulses. This bacteria, Voltus Dendroxinilin, has been found to have positive effects on the immune system and reflex impulses of most sentient beings while under controlled circumstances, and will help you handle the violent shock to your body during the operation."

She held up the tubes that she needed to attach to Adrien, and looked at him nervously, "Captain, have you ever experienced childbirth, or been electrocuted continuously, or had your flesh cut open across every inch while you were conscious? If not, well, the pain you're about to experience is anywhere between ten-to-seventy-five-times worse than all the things I mentioned. Last chance to change your mind. Otherwise, bite down on this..." She gave him a rubber-like object, clearly meant to be held by someone's teeth, and also showed him adult diapers, clearly hinting what was likely to happen while being electrocuted, "You might want to wear this too...loss of bladder control can happen."

The Midnight Shadow - Medbay

Lifting a hand towards an unoccupied area of the medbay that is not unoccupied in her delusional version of reality, the Nagai gruffly tells the empty air, "No, you stay there. I will assist the doctor. The empty air apparently obeys the instruction, and the Nagai repeats, Fifty CC's of Oxychloron Amphatin," as she moves towards the containers Jemima had pointed out and quickly fills a pressure syringe with the medication after locating it.

Standing beside Jemima as she begins to chatter at Adrien while preparing for the procedure she intends to perform, the Nagai waits for the moment it seems both Jemima and her patient are ready to get underway, and then holds the pressure syringe out towards the doctor while asking, "What next, doctor?"

"Sorry, yeah, sorry sorry!" The girl squeaked timidly when the captain reacted with some mild annoyance, and she pulled back, holding her wrists almost up to her face for a moment, hiding part of it. Yes, she was familiar with the remark about having terrible bedside manners, really, but then again, she was seldom ever given much opportunity to speak to people. Well, she supposed she had better just get on with it then, since the captain stated as much.

"Okay, let's get to it then." She took the syringe held by Anzhelina, then pressured the contents into Adrien's arm, "Thanks. If you don't mind, help me strap down his other arm, I've got this one here."

She secured Adrien with the arm straps, and did the same with his legs. Tossing away the diaper, she then began the process of inserting the tubes into the half-Firrerrean. They weren't comfortable, but if the captain was used to some horrible things, then he'd hopefully not feel this too much. Besides, considering that the scalpel in his arm earlier was not felt at all, it told her something about his current condition, lucid as he was right now. She looked to Annie and gestured to a machine with an ironic big red button on it. "When I say "now", please hit that button. And when I tell you to turn it off, just hit the button again."

She would be busy with both hands of her own in the mean time, holding a metallic plate with a handle in each hand, attached to coiling cables to a generator showing a distinct high charge. She then held the devices up, and looked up to the ceiling, offering a prayer, "If there's a God, don't let this man die because of me."

She looked at Anzhelina and nodded, "Now."

The machines began draining Adrien of contaminated fluids, blood and chemicals, filling the empty packs, while the fresh blood was pumped into him at the same time. The bacteria was inserted as well, and Jemima touched the plates to his chest, and the current began its work. All the while, Jemima kept her eyes on his vitals, then to the generator. She didn't want to fry him completely.

Silas listened intently to the woman as she laid out the truth for all to see. For those moments, he was completely lost in her words. He had never seen her kind before, and found her strangely attractive... but her voice, her voice was mesmerising. He watched her lips form the words, knowing full well that what she spoke was the Creator's own truth. He had never heard another outside his order speak it so plainly, and it was equally mystifying to him that 'Red' found it all a big laugh. Silas imagined he thought of it as a couple of nobodies listening to a Slave's nonsense, nothing more.

'Red' insinuates that the talk is at an end, and moves to exit the booth, but Preacher reaches across the table with a outstretched right hand, open to grasp the Qiraash woman's, if she would permit it.

Thank you.

Turning to face 'Red:' Yeah, we should go. Wouldn't want to keep Kerrigan's corpse waiting. I can show you where your delivery are piling their chains, atop his sternum.

You ever get that feeling that sometimes you're just too darn slow for your own good? I'm kinda having that feeling right about now...

First off, Erly introduces her palm to my face, and really, it's kinda...well, has she met my father??? I'm pretty sure he doesn't wear armour and carries some of the biggest weapons ever made for a man because he's so peace-loving. I'm not saying I don't appreciate her effort. She means well, and it's kinda endearing in a motherly sense. But I have a pretty good idea what just happened, because while she can cover my eyes, I can see right through them if I really wanted to, and even without that, I have really good ears. I know the sound of a laser sword (though I have no idea how I know that), and I know what generally happens when a weapon of violence is drawn. I don't like it at all, but I don't have to be hidden from it. But I guess Erly doesn't know that. And it probably doesn't help that I look more like I'm twelve or so rather than seventeen.

And then that Corellian pilot guy, Trent. I really wanted to talk to him, and it's great that he's so friendly, I shook his hand when he offered it, and introduced myself super-quick, like, "Krystal "Meony" Tancredi." at a class 0.5 hyperdrive engine speed.

I kinda had to be fast, because, Erly and Trent were like, really starting to bond. Like, I dunno, it's this thing that happens when people like each other, they start dancing around each other with their words and so on. I wouldn't need any of my gifts or talents to tell that. And I was feeling like the proverbial third-wheel here...I turned to my Datacron droid and wave at it frantically. "Cease collecting data, stop recording!" I hiss at it quietly. I mean, there's really nothing to learn from this, and it's really an invasion of privacy. Initially, when I thought we'd be just working on a slave liberation effort, I thought it would be good to record that for historical purposes. But none of it is going according to the way I thought it would, so I'm really just sitting around...in the air, and wondering whether to go check out this ship's cockpit or go after Silas and Neassa...

"Red's" expression becomes, for a brief instant after Mr. White announces blithely that Kerrigan is dead, one that seems caught between puzzled and amused - as though he is unsure whether he has misheard what has been said or if White is making some kind of  joke - before what he sees in White's eyes makes it abundantly clear that there is no joke, simply a stark and brutal statement of fact.

The Qiraash woman, one pale, pink hand at the collar around her neck after the violent yank from "Red" had jerked her forward, clasps Mr. White's hand gently with the other when he reaches for hers, laughs musically as "Red", anger and fear vying for dominance in his expression now that he has been alerted to the gravity of the situation he is in, tries to slide away from Mr. White while simultaneously fumbling for the blaster on his hip. "You forgot about his Red Woman," she tells "Red" just as Neassa, who had taken advantage of the fact the thin man's attention was on Silas, emerges from the shadows and presses the muzzle of her blaster at the base of "Red's" neck.

Take your blaster out slowly and set it on the table, Neassa calmly tells the thin man. Taking her survival knife from the sheath on her belt as "Red" does as asked with his right hand while tightening the fingers of his left around the chain leading to the Qiraash woman's collar, Neassa brings it up to the side of "Red's" neck as she asks Silas just as calmly, Carry out the sentence quietly here and now, or take him for a walk first?