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Post by LE-01 on Jul 6, 2013 11:35:12 GMT -8
*Leigh turned her head to regard her friend, lost in thought.*
*She didn't know if she had a conscience. On Yavin IV, she had confessed to Dav the fact that she thought herself guilty. It had been fear that had driven her to confide in the man, even though she knew the information would be damning if proven true. Still.. perhaps that was something. Perhaps that was a "conscience," though she'd never thought of it that way before.*
*What was "lost in thought" for her was less than the blink of an eye for Na'an.* "If the moment arrives, I think I'll take the chance. Besides, just because people know something doesn't mean that they believe it."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 7, 2013 18:24:52 GMT -8
Adelle leaned against the wall as Aerandir walked away, Morgan cradled in his arms. Exhaustion washed over her, all but draining her of the strength to move. But she still had to get Vidalu and her droid settled in, still had to get her prescription, and still had to find the rooms. She could rest when she was dead. Adelle slowly stood up, her throbbing injuries reminding her of how close she had come to that eternal rest.
Vidalu still sat where Adelle had left her, leaning against her armored droid. Adelle paused and rubbed the back of her neck, wondering what right she had to offer her help. She, who had mental problems. She, who had just been through psychological hell. She was just a Knight and not a very good one at that. The guard was still just outside the door; it wouldn't be too hard to just walk away and let the healer handle this as he'd outlined. Every fiber in her being rejected that thought immediately. Yes, she could do that and loathe herself until she made it right. Adelle moved on, into the medbay. She didn't have a right to do this; she had the privilege.
Her comlink beeped: clearance for three guest bedrooms had been authorized. Thank goodness for Aer. She walked up to Vidalu, a weak smile on her face.
"Rooms have been acquired. I'll show you the way and you can settle in," she said. And then I get my prescription.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jul 19, 2013 18:29:18 GMT -8
Na'an had just opened her mouth to reply when the Jedi woman returned. Na'an stood immediately, barely refraining from steadying the woman's walk as she came within arm's reach; for all of the softness she had seen before, the injuries looked close to being completely debilitating. They were certainly worse than her own, and her exhaustion was making her unsteady on her feet. But in the end, Na'an did hold back from touching her; the phrase Healer Hamee had used was still too fresh in the air to argue with.
a history of violent instability.
This woman was trusting her, for no good reason at all. It was the least Na'an could do to make this as easy as possible. Don't touch her, in case she was an empath or telepath--no point in forcing anyone to experience the last few hours. Don't argue with whatever the soft woman asked of her. Be as unassuming as she could. Don't listen to the red voice
listen to me goddamnit we aren't done LISTEN
screaming in rage and confusion. She had to keep her resolve or she'd stay like this. Rehearsing the list, Na'an stood to follow the Jedi woman to the rooms. Already, she was trying to figure out where she could begin. The woman was still waiting mildly, hiding the traces of pain from her wounds. Abruptly, an idea emerged from the rest of her thoughts, and Na'an turned to the droid still behind her.
"Leigh, help the Jedi. I'll follow."
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Post by LE-01 on Jul 20, 2013 20:56:25 GMT -8
*She raised an eyebrow, highly doubting that the woman would like being referred to as "the Jedi", let alone having a droid ordered to help her. Most organics, from her experience, seemed to be highly independent, and refused help unless there was no other choice, even when their own health was at stake. That was something about organic life that she did not understand, nor did she think she was going to comprehend any time soon.*
"Lady Bastiel, was it?"
*She remembered the Healer's words -- how could she not, she was a droid after all -- but that was the extent of the woman's revealed identity.
Leigh wasn't one to play to people's preconceived notions of droids. The holographic face projected within her visor smiled at the woman, a playful glint in her eyes. There was no mistaking the fact that the armoured behemoth was not a standard automaton.*
"I suppose I'm to help you, if you need a hand."
*She smirked.*
"I'm Leigh, by the way."
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Post by Mark Shadows Sorrows on Aug 7, 2013 22:17:19 GMT -8
Mark rested for a while after staring at the statue for a long time, but after a while the commotion and drama of all that was going on in the medical facilities was starting to get to him. He began to panic, the commotion reminding him of traumatic times in the past that he didn't want to remember. He quickly and quietly sprang from his bed and exited the medical facilities and out of the base.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Aug 24, 2013 19:37:06 GMT -8
"Just Adelle," she said, waving aside the droid's offer for assistance. "The pleasure's mine, Leigh."
Well, this certainly made things even more interesting. A droid that could holographically emulate emotions spoke of vast resources. And yet the young woman was supposed to be a former Jedi, with no real resources to her name. Adelle hobbled out into the hallway, leading the way to the guest quarters.
"I must ask that we not engage in discussions immediately," she said to the young woman. "I'm... a little tired."
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Aug 30, 2013 20:17:23 GMT -8
The reaction to Adelle's request, in retrospect, should have been expected. Adelle had been briefed on Vidalu Na’an’s history, and had had sufficient warning that she wasn’t as stable as she was trying to look. But it can be difficult to know what remark is the wrong one to make.
Behind the Jedi and the droid, Na'an froze suddenly. Unseen, her face twisted with a violent mix of emotion: disbelief, anger, and a slowly rising paranoia.
The red voice had found a new target, and with it, a new, terrifying lucidity.
She's ditching us, it said, almost sounding surprised. This bitch is just taking us away and hiding us.
But that wasn't the case, was it? Na'an tried to think it down, think logically. No, she's tired. Look at her, she's hurt. She wants us in a private place so we can confess..
Excuses! We saw the Healer. We don't need to confess--they know. They're putting us away.
They're putting us away. they know what we did, they're putting us away, they're putting us down, putting us down like him, don't let them put us down like him.
Na’ans fists tightened bloodlessly at her sides. It's...it's what we need. It's the right thing. Jedi do the right thing.
Jedi? You, Jedi? For the first time, the tempo in her ear rang like a laughing drum. Coward. Weak. You couldn't kill him because you're weak. You put us here because you're weak. All the people, all those deaths, all that blood because you're WEAK, and now you're letting an injured woman lock us away because you think we need confession. Coward. Weak. Foolish.
It's the right thi--
At the repetition, something inside Na’an snapped. The change in the soundless voice was sharp and sudden enough to hurt. It wasn't as lucid now, but it was loud and primal, and no longer needed intelligence. It had the power of conviction.
LISTEN TO ME. WE ARE NOT DONE. WE WILL NOT BE WEAK. WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED. WE WILL NOT BE PUT AWAY NOT BY HIM AND NOT BY HER.
Na'an shook her head, trying to dispel it and focus, but the coming demand was as clear as if it had been stamped inside her remaining eye.
KILL HER. KILL HER AND RUN.
And there it was. The bright bloody command, and this time at an innocent. Kill.
Na’an had to act. Now.
"I--ah--excuse me!"
There was a door to her left. Na'an turned wildly, opening it to a small enclosed space that looked like a private examining room. Before either Adelle or Leigh could object, she entered without them and re-sealed the door. It wouldn't hold anyone with sufficient determination to get in or out, but it would at least provide a barrier between her and her suddenly-chosen target.
It would also provide time. Time for Na'an to get a grip, remember that this woman wasn't a danger, wasn't trying to hurt them, wasn't like Aherk, and wasn't a target. Time for Na'an to try to keep enough sanity to ask for help.
KILL HER
Na'an curled up tight against the door, fists tangled in her hair and balled against her ear as if to block out the noise. But it was inside her, had always been inside her, inside her from the moment that awful video had begun to play. It was her. Which meant it couldn't be blocked. Jedi didn't kill. Jedi didn't WANT to kill. But--
KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER
The scream persisted, drowning out thought and sense and reason in darkness and instinct. It screamed until it was all Na'an could hear, all she could think and feel. It screamed with her heartbeat, and her heartbeat responded, sending familiar tingles of power through her veins. The power was good, it was sure and strong and it wanted to kill. And it would be so simple to kill that woman, as simple as pounding Aherk into the dust of Tattooine had been, as easy as the crack of his bones on Kamino, and then it would be over, it would all disappear in noise and blood and the rising dark—
"Oh, dear. little Vida, what have you done to yourself?"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 8, 2013 19:21:34 GMT -8
*Morgan had led Mark and Terra on a "grand" tour of the Jedi Base, leading them past each major area and stopping long enough to explain where it was, maybe giving a little anecdote about an area. She felt important, like she was fulfilling some grand task, even though she knew she was just showing a couple of new friends around the place. Still, learning where one was staying was an important thing, and Morgan felt great that she was helping them find their way around.
Finally, their trip had brought them back to the medical facilities. As she had done at each previous location, she'd turned around and backed a few steps away from her "charges," stopped, then gestured inside.*
And this is the medical wing. I haven't gone in here too much, except to see other people. I mean, sometimes I go for small check-ups and to make sure I don't get any germs from the jungle. I don't! Usually. I... was in a bacta tank one time too, but I was okay.
*Morgan tried not to think about that little "submersion," but found that was a thought easy to suppress when she remembered that Mark had fled from here last before they'd crossed paths in the jungle. She bit her lip. She hadn't thought about that, but now that they were here...*
Mark... Don't you have to go back in there now? You've gotta let them help you...
*She didn't mean to suddenly bring down the mood, she was just legitimately concerned for Mark. And he did say he would come back here later. And, well, it was later... was it later enough? She didn't want to force him to go sooner than he wanted to, but at the same time, she didn't want him to neglect his health...*
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Post by Mark Shadows Sorrows on Sept 8, 2013 21:22:16 GMT -8
She is correct, you know. We do need to check a few things. It is really very simple, sir. All we have to do is a simple scan to check for any signs of a concussion. And after that, we will give you some bacta to apply to your head. The scan should only take a few moments, sir.
Mark hesitated for a moment, but then slowly nodded to the medical droid. He was convinced. He turned back to both Morgan and Terra as he nodded.
"Ok. This shouldn't take to long."
The medical droid led Mark to the nearest bed, and took out a scanning tool that surveyed Mark's head by moving up and down it multiple times. It looked like there was a thin red light moving up and down on his face as the scan was going on and within a few moments, a digital map of Mark's brain showed up on a holographic projection.
Well sir, there appears to be no signs of a concussion. If my calculations are correct, you must be very lucky, given the state of the crash.
The droid gently applied some bacta to Mark's head, instantly soothing any ache he might have been having. Mark immediately perked up and sat up from the bed. He headed back over to Morgan and Terra, looking back over at the droid.
"Thanks! I feel a lot better now!"
He called back to the droid. The droid however, looked at Mark a bit quizzically, well, if it could have made such an expression, it would have.
Sir, are you sure? I would recommend a bit of rest...
Mark shook his head assuredly at the droid.
"It's ok, I'm fine now. I feel great!"
As long as you are sure, sir. Do stay safe.
The medical droid made a respectful bow to Mark and his friends before turning around to tend to others in the medical wing. Mark grinned as he looked up at Morgan and Terra.
"That wasn't so bad..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 11:15:57 GMT -8
Terra had followed Morgan pretty much everywhere in the base and the little girl had been quite the effective tour guide, all things considered. It was certainly faster than just wandering around by herself trying to find everything. She had made mental notes of where everything was, and was confident that she wouldn't get lost when trying to find her way on her own now. As for the med facility, it wasn't wholly unlike the one back at the academy on Corellia, though this seemed like it was a little bigger.
She wondered what had happened to Mark that he needed attention from the medical droids, and come to think of it, he had looked a little worn out when she had first seen him. He looked a lot better now, though. She smiled back at him, and turned to Morgan. "Well thanks for the tour, Morgan. You were very helpful."
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 9, 2013 17:43:02 GMT -8
*Morgan nearly jumped when the medical droid appeared from nowhere. She hadn't expected to have been sneaked up on like that, but then, perhaps they had been looking for Mark already, considering he had just run out of the medical facilities without much warning. Idly, Morgan started to wonder how Ambar's droid, One-Bee, was doing. As far as she knew, he still was in fine operating shape, and was pretty much the Calmcacil family's designated medic at this point.
Mark allowed himself to be led away by the droid, causing Morgan to smile, glad he was no longer afraid of going into the medical wing. Morgan waited by the door with Terra, not wanting to intrude, but thankfully, as Mark assured them, it didn't take too long. He was heading towards them, saying something back to the droid about feeling okay now, then was standing by them, saying that that wasn't so bad. Morgan smiled up at him, then looked at Terra when she thanked Morgan for the tour and complimented her helpfulness. Morgan beamed brightly, glad she truly was of help, then bowed slightly.*
You're welcome! Is there anything else I can help you with?
*She sounded eager, and perfectly willing to help out any way she could. She liked to help out, she liked helping people find their way or learn something new, and while she would have rather been back in the jungle like she'd originally planned, she was perfectly fine with this as well.*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 18:25:17 GMT -8
Terra couldn't help but smile as Morgan beamed up at her, but as for needing help with anything else, she wasn't sure that she needed anything else at the moment. She shrugged. "Um...not right now." She thought for a moment and smiled again. "I don't really have anywhere to be right now though..." She had half expected someone to call for her services, but so far nothing. Eventually she might have to offer to help with something, but it was still her first day here so she figured there was no rush.
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Post by Mark Shadows Sorrows on Sept 9, 2013 20:06:59 GMT -8
Mark smiled back at Morgan before he looked back over to Terra. There was something he had been meaning to ask her. Well actually, both Terra and Morgan. He wanted to know more about the Force. After all, he had only known just recently for the first time that he was sensitive to the Force. So it was only natural. He remembered Morgan mentioning something about learning from someone at the base, after she told him that the planet does not typically teach people how to use the Force when he asked.
"Miss Terra, Morgan said that I can use the Force. I don't know much about it. It's ... energy, I think... and it's everywhere. And the Jedi are the good guys and the Sith are the bad guys. And you feel when a person is close. How do I find out more about it?"
Mark tried to sum up everything Morgan had told him about the Force, but he was sure that he missed some things. He asked that last question to both of them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 20:29:53 GMT -8
Terra turned to Mark, and now that he mentioned it, she could sense his connection to the Force. He would likely need to be evaluated anyway, but that wouldn't likely be much of a problem. The question was who would teach him, and since Terra was only visiting here, she didn't know who the Masters were, besides Aerandir. She shrugged. "Um...I'm sure someone here can help...or...maybe you could visit one of the other Jedi academies. There's a few of them out there...er...if you can't find help here, that is." She smiled a little, wishing she could be of more help to him. Being just a Padawan learner, she wasn't qualified to teach anyone, or at least she certainly didn't think so. Just another reason she wished Serrin were here...
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 9, 2013 22:19:42 GMT -8
*Morgan listened as Terra said that she did not in fact need her help with anything else right now, but admitted that she had nowhere to be right now. Morgan smiled, wondering if there was something they could do with their time. She did contemplate taking them back to the jungle, but figured that could come later.
Mark interrupted her thoughts, suddenly asking Terra about using the Force, and where he could find out more about it. Terra explained that someone would be able to teach him, which was pretty much what Morgan had told Mark earlier... Though she also had to think Terra was a bit crazy for suggesting another Academy, but then, Terra didn't know as much about Mark as Morgan did, so it wasn't her fault. When Terra was done speaking, Morgan shrugged.*
Yeah. Someone here will be able to teach you. And you can always take classes. My brother does, and I do sometimes but I usually get taught by my daddy. If I tell my daddy later, he can probably figure out what class to put you in, and give you somewhere to stay as well.
*Wherever her father was, anyway. He could have been doing anything, like he normally was. Sometimes he was really busy, sometimes he wasn't doing anything. She would say she knew where to find him, but she didn't because there were many places he could be. But whenever she really needed him, usually he wasn't hard to find...*
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Post by Mark Shadows Sorrows on Sept 10, 2013 19:41:00 GMT -8
Mark nodded as Terra explained that she wouldn't be able to help. It hadn't occurred to him that students couldn't teach. Maybe that was a rule or something? He frowned slightly when Terra suggested other Jedi bases. He was beginning to quite like it here. But then Morgan mentioned that her father could help him find a class, and even a place to stay at the base. Mark's smile grew wider than ever at this statement and couldn't help but beam excitedly.
"Really? You mean... I can... stay here? At the base?"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 10, 2013 23:06:34 GMT -8
*Morgan grinned and nodded.*
Yep! In fact, let's go look for him right now!
*She turned and began to lead them off down the base's halls. The sudden vision from the courtyard flashed in her mind again, and she was glad her back was to Terra and Mark so they didn't see the sudden pained look on her face. She'd have to tell her father about that, and now would be a good time. After they got Mark a place to stay, that was. And anything that Terra might need as well, perhaps. So she set off in diligent search of her father, tracking down his presence. She had business to take care of.*
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Post by LE-01 on Sept 16, 2013 17:45:45 GMT -8
Her constant scanning had picked up the distress in Na'an's biometrics moments before the outburst actually occurred. Moments, to an organic, was much longer for a synthetic being such as herself. So, after an appropriate pause for her, she turned to check if her friend needed any hel-..
Well, that.. wasn't entirely unexpected. The young woman ran away into an examination room and sealed the door behind her, obviously forgetting who her companion was. Leigh stepped up to the door, raising one finger at Adelle to signal her to wait, then placed her hand upon the controls to the door. Within a matter of seconds, the door opened again, and the armoured droid stepped through, quickly sealing the door behind her. This wasn't something Adelle needed -- nor, most likely, wanted -- to see or be a part of.
She knelt down beside the beleaguered young woman, allowing her holographic face to shine out through the visor. Her voice was loud and stern as she spoke.
"Hey. Nanii. Look at me."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Sept 22, 2013 16:05:20 GMT -8
Something gnawed at the back of her mind, violent and insistent. Adelle did not outwardly show any sign of this but rather opened herself up to the current of the Force and the emotions of the human beings—well, beings, in any case—near her. Blood. She could smell its metallic tang on the air. And sweat. Not of honest perspiration from exercise or the sweetly-sick odor of nervousness or fear, but a peculiar scent all its own, undeniably sweat but impossible to pin down. A ripple of unease disturbed the Force around Vidalu; she was the source. Adelle racked her brain for a way to approach the sudden change. Tired though she was, she was a Healer and could not say no.
Adelle spun around only to see the door close in their face. Well, this was . . . odd, to say the least. The Healer's words echoed in her head: violent instability. Had she accidentally triggered an episode? Kriff her to Corellia's nine hells.
The robot—Leigh—gestured for her to wait. As if Adelle had any notions of entering the vague personal boundaries set. Vidalu wanted to be alone; Adelle would let her for the time. She wasn't about to force anything onto her. She moved to lean against the sturdy stone wall as Leigh entered the room and closed her eyes. Just for a moment. Just long enough to rest.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Sept 26, 2013 15:39:01 GMT -8
"Hey. Nanii. Look at me."There was no response from the girl curled on the floor for several minutes. Whether because of the fists balled against her ear, or some reason the droid could never guess at, Vidalu Na'an didn't even seem to hear. She only trembled, eye screwed shut, as if she was being drawn tight as a wire by some inexorable force, every muscle drawing tight enough to seem bloodless. Then, inexplicably, there was response. It just wasn't from Na'an. After that minute, there was an abrupt shift. The body's limbs relaxed slightly, uncurling until the toes tapped against the droid's knees. Fingers uncurled, instead tangling softly in Na'an's hair, and the wide grey eye opened and blinked. The sharp look in the girl's face softened, mellowed, as she looked around and took in its surroundings. For the first time in maybe years, her expression was relaxed, even sleepily content. Then she looked into Leigh's projected face, and spoke with the deep voice of a man in his forties. "Sorry, miss, but Vida's busy at the moment," The voice said. "I'm only stepping in for a moment so she doesn't have a stroke while we have a little chat. Is this Felucia?"
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