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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 4, 2013 7:53:20 GMT -8
Celina enters the medical facility, with an unconscious Mathym floating behind her and a power wrench in her hand. She dumps him on a bed and calls for, ??Doctor? Doctor!??
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Post by Ambar Calmcacil on Oct 6, 2013 16:50:55 GMT -8
*One-Bee had been standing by in the medical facilities, waiting should he be needed to see to someone. The sudden sight of a girl levitating an unconscious man into the medical facilities was a bit alarming, mostly due to the potential for discomfort for the one being transported, or other potential damages caused by being transported in such an... unorthodox and uncomfortable-looking way.
The girl, who strangely had a power wrench in her hand, approached a bed and set the man down upon it before calling for a doctor in a voice more clear and smooth than his sensors had ever processed. Seeing as there was no one else in the immediate area, One-Bee's systems suggested he step forward to offer assistance, and so he did so.*
:: Greetings. I am One-Bee. Tell me everything you know about this man, if you please. ::
*One-Bee by now was properly stationed at the base as a medical staff member and was part of the overall team here, though he still answered to Ambar and was in fact the unofficial "family doctor" of the Calmcacil family. That didn't mean he couldn't answer other clients however, and he often did, as he was now.*
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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 7, 2013 6:51:02 GMT -8
??Oh! Okay.?? Celina jumps back a little at the droid's approach. She then raises her hands up defensively, while still holding the large Power Wrench, which is for some unearthly reason, made of Cortosis Ore, this thing can hit a lightsaber and not suffer any damage.
??Okay, first of all, let me make it perfectly clear. It was an accident. Not on purpose! I mean, who asked him to be right there?!??? She whirls around with that very far reaching Power Wrench just barely missing One-Bee's head by scant millimetres, ??It was unintentional I tell you, I did not mean to drop my freighter right on him. All I know is he was just like...I don't know, running into the base? Dressed exactly like that...?? she points at the man on the bed, ??...and you know, kinda just passed out. Well, he was awake when he was running. Wait, I mean...d'uh! Who runs when they're not awake, right? Well, anyway, yeah. So, can you take care of him???
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Post by Ambar Calmcacil on Oct 9, 2013 0:09:56 GMT -8
*The girl's reaction was defensive. The first thing she said was that it was an accident; One-Bee had begun his log of this patient with a description of the man and the girl, and now he appended that the girl "claimed to have accidentally inflicted harm on him by means of" and waited for the explanation. His wait was accompanied by a narrow miss of the girl's wrench to his metallic face. He did not flinch, but his sensors indicated that it would be safer if he moved away from her reach, and, more importantly, toward the patient.
As he did so, she explained that she had "dropped" her freighter on the man. But clearly the man was still intact, so she must have avoided landing directly on him. In fact, he may not have been hit at all, but was merely passed out. One-Bee was already accessing and setting up the health monitors and beginning a vitals scan as the girl asked if One-Bee could take care of him.*
:: I will do what I am able, but first I need to analyze the damage. Do you by chance know his name, and may I ask yours? ::
*All info for the log, mainly, as well as for convenience; it was easier to communicate with humans when one knew their name.*
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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 9, 2013 3:53:10 GMT -8
??Dude, what century have you been living in?!??? Celina asks, ??It's me, Celina Alex Carter! I've been here since I was like...fourteen? Y'know, with all the other uh...?? she leans in close to whisper at the droid, ??...Ageless? Human looking, glowing eyes of unnatural colours, ring any bells? My mother was one of the chief of staff and senior healer right here, in the Medical Facility, back before the great crash of JvS.??
She pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers, sighing, ??You might have me listed under my pre-crash name, Celina Ghomesz.??
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Post by Ambar Calmcacil on Oct 10, 2013 16:49:25 GMT -8
*One-Bee did not completely understand the question of what century he'd been "living" in, and was therefore forced to conclude the question as what the organics referred to as "rhetorical," therefore not needing an answer from him. He knew no one by the name of "Celina Alex Carter," but he recognized the designation of "Ageless," and One-Bee recognized the woman she was describing as Asyeline Skyrah. When she gave an alternate name of herself, a quick scan of his databases confirmed her identity, and the droid gave a quick nod.*
:: Ah, right you are, Miss Ghomesz. Excuse me, I must tend to the patient. ::
*One-Bee did so, meanwhile attempting a database query for some sort of identification. He could find none, so he extended his search as he worked, querying databases across the galaxy, still returning zero reports. Either he had lived a very healthy life so far or he just preferred to stay off the map. Regardless, it appeared there was no physical trauma suffered from the freighter landing, and in fact must have missed him completely. No, the man merely seemed highly fatigued, his body in desperate need of rest and sustenance. Rest, he was receiving. Nutrients he could provide directly into the bloodstream, though a proper meal would be prescribed as soon as he was awake.*
:: He is fine, merely fatigued. He just needs rest, and, as soon as he's awake, a good meal. Thank you for bringing him to us. ::
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Post by LE-01 on Oct 11, 2013 8:45:59 GMT -8
Several minutes passed while Leigh waited for a response; she realized that Na'an needed time, she hadn't expected an immediate response, but still, for her.. It was quite the wait. Finally, though, she started untensing. Leigh's projected face adopted a comforting smile, glad that the girl was finally letting herself relax..
And then she spoke, and Leigh realized that something was definitely off. That was not Na'an's voice; she didn't even recognize it. She knew about Cao's situation, with another mind inside his head, but the voice remained the same. This, though.. This was unusual. She blinked, confused.
"..It is. Who are you?"
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Post by Alastor on Oct 11, 2013 22:47:40 GMT -8
You could sense them in the room, the medical bay. There was tons of people in there it seemed, but they were all busy talking to each other. Possibly too distracted to notice your slim form come into the room crouched low and clinging to the shadows as a venomous spider would. You slipped along the wall until you found it, the supply room. Your hand gently wrapped around the handle and slowly lowered it allowing the latch to pop open without making much noise.
I slipped into the medical store room, and slowly closed the door to a crack, my eyes quickly scanned the various shelves until I saw what I came here for. Blood. Parcels upon parcels of blood, and they were mine for the taking. Opening the small bag on my hip, I began slipping several into it with one hand while the other punctured a bag and I greedily sucked down the life force within the blood. I would be sick from ingesting blood, but I would be alive and that is all that would matter.
After you had filled your bag with blood you closed the clasp on it and turned to make your way back towards the door of the store room. You sat there and listened to their conversation waiting for the opportune time for you, the Shadow Thief, to slip out with your sanguine hue gold. You were much more nervous now, sometimes it was not getting the items that you came for, but escaping with them that was the difficult part.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 11, 2013 22:59:57 GMT -8
You are not the only one who can sneak about.
*The slinking being would find himself face-to-face with a human man, about six foot tall with slicked-back hair and a thick mustache. He had his arms folded, right hand clasping an unlit lightsaber. His hazel eyes scanned the figure, analyzing any and all potential for hidden weapons, before running over the bag.*
What've you got in the bag?
*Tom had received the alert about a potentially-unwelcome guest from orbit, and had managed to trail the thief here. Mostly thanks to sense; the thief had been quite capable of evading detection otherwise, but Tom had managed to trail him here. Stealing medical supplies though was quite low in Tom's mind. Perhaps there was a noble intention. Were there, Tom would not pass judgment, but either way, there was correction to be made.*
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Post by Alastor on Oct 11, 2013 23:09:27 GMT -8
Damn, I had been caught quite literally red handed. I turned to look over my right shoulder, there was definitely no exit this way, and if I tried to out run this man he would likely have many more following me or waiting for me at my ship. I stood up not bothering trying to sneak any longer, at least I had my mask on and I wouldn't be recognized or have any pictures all over the HoloNet. The man in front of me had his hand on his lightsaber, GREAT! Perfect, I had walked right into, again, a Jedi enclave of some sort.
"I need what is in my bag, and you have plenty of it. I and others will die if I do not have this." You paused for a moment letting your masked yellow eyes look the man up and down, he was a Jedi perhaps he would have some ounce of sympathy for your plight. "I need this....please."
I held up the bag that I had previously been feeding on, letting the man in front of me know what I had come and stolen. My mother was a Energy Vampire, and my father a Nagai. I had been born this way, and while it was not the life I wanted it was the one I had been gifted with. I wasn't too sure how this man would react, and if the wire came down to a fight I would carve my way out of this environment. But these were Jedi, and I likely wouldn't face such scrutiny at least not a fight, hopefully.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 11, 2013 23:23:37 GMT -8
*No defensiveness, no drawing of weapons, no attempts to defend himself. It could be a trick, Tom knew, but something to note. The thief claimed that he needed what was in the bag—something he noted that the base had "plenty" of—or he and others would die. Sounded like a potential noble cause; medical supplies needed for those less fortunate. The man did seem sincerely desperate with his final plea, and Tom allowed his expression to soften a little.*
Truly, if this was so dire, there's no need for—
*Tom ended his words when the thief lifted the bag and revealed its contents: Blood samples, and "plenty" of them indeed. His expression was briefly blank, then his eyebrows knit as his eyes turned back to the thief's.*
Blood samples? Not medicine?
*Definitely not what Tom had expected, though surely there was a simple explanation for that as well. Perhaps transfusions were needed, and they had no supplies. But... in that much volume? It was a bit suspicious, but again, Tom would reserve judgment until he knew the full story.*
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 7:41:57 GMT -8
You looked back down to the blood, and then to the man before you. It had been several years since you had last said what you were about to, and even though it was something simple to say it wasn't. How would this man react, on your home world you were exiled upon your clan, The Blades, finding out that you were a Energy Vampire's son and in turn yourself one. After you had been exiled from your home, you lost more than just a home you lost the guild that you had been trained in for almost all of your life.
"I am an energy vampire, well half Nagai and half energy vampire." My tone clearly denoted the displeasure I had in voicing this. I slowly lifted the bottom of my mask just enough to allow myself to take a few gulps from it. The energy I was getting from the blood wasn't as much as was needed, but it would be more than enough to keep me a living entity. "I apologize for the manner in how I did this." You said as you lowered your mask again, turning your yellow eyes back towards the man. "But it was either your blood specimens or someone....or something's life."
I took a slight step back, unsure as to what this man would do after gaining knowledge about my truths. My hands worked together to twist the now one third full back of blood so that the unfilled part of the bag might make a knot to prevent any blood from spilling. Once I was sure that it was, I slipped it into one of the folds of my garb that acted like a form of pocket. Now my hands rested at my sides, fingers moving with spider like anticipation.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 9:13:13 GMT -8
*There was a hesitation in the man's answer, causing Tom to once again furrowed his brows. Perhaps there was reason for the hesitation, maybe it was a heavy subject. ... more heavy than Tom had realized, as the man revealed himself through both word and action that he was an energy vampire... and half Nagai. Tom was almost disgusted at the display, and briefly his grip tightened on his lightsaber, but the man didn't seem about to strike; in fact, he only backed away in self-defense.
Well, this was... curious. Energy vampires were normally relentless creatures, and having one suddenly appear in the Jedi Base was alarming. And yet, instead of going after live victims, he merely went after stored blood samples. And now that it processed in his mind, the man himself also didn't seem very content with his state of being, and, if his words were to believe, he chose to do anything in his power to avoid feeding upon a living creature.*
This is... unorthodox...
*Tom was uncertain, though his posture did loosen. His arms unfolded and fell to his sides, though the lightsaber remained in his right hand. Tom studied the masked being intently for a moment, through body language and through the Force, and sighed.*
You refuse to bind yourself to your fate. You fight it through questionable, yet noble means.
*Tom remained standing, looking deep in thought for a moment, then allowed his expression to become a little more serious.*
Where is your journey taking you?
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 9:29:09 GMT -8
"It may be my fate, but it is my duty and action that decides where my fate will take me." *While on Honoghr I had wanted to train under Adieumus to become a Jedi, he had been told that I had a minor affinity for the Force. But due to my nature, Adieumus was unsure as to whether I should even be trained at all. It was something I understood, I was a Energy Vampire, that is all that most would ever see me as. It was the legacy I was born with, and the fate that I would eventually die with.*
"To be honest...I have no clue where I am going. I guess you could say home, when I find it." *You really didn't have a clue as to where you were going, what you were doing, let alone what was going around in the universe around you. Shadow Thief, you foolish vampire, how could you have not ever bothered to see what the state of the galaxy was. Travelling was new to you though, only recently having been exiled from Nagi. Since your exile had begun, you hadn't gotten or taken a single contract. Your brothers in the Guild still had never contacted you, realizing that they too had disowned you.* "I am in exile."
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 12:11:00 GMT -8
*Tom only nodded at the man's words, then listened to his answer. He was, it seemed, an exile, which was curious. Searching for "home," which was when he found it. Tom frowned, somewhat sympathetically.*
And what would you consider home?
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 13:10:21 GMT -8
You only had to ponder what a home was for a split second before you started shooting off a list. "Somewhere safe, where I could find food in a way I didn't have to feel guilty about, somewhere that I could train, where people could understand me, where I am no persecuted." It came out hurriedly and as if it was something of a mantra to yourself. In truth there were many nights where you would lay awake dreaming and making up such a place. But had yet to truly find one where, your heredity wasn't under constant scrutiny.
I kept my guard up, how could I truly even be sure this was a Jedi and not a Sith. Or if he wasn't waiting for back up to come and form a lynch mob to kill the "dark beast" that had slunk into their peaceful abode. I had definitely trespassed these people, and while I needed the blood they might have needed it too. But I needed it more, you tell yourself. You could not die, you wouldn't, to give up would be a less honourable fate than to fight daily with your being.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 17:25:37 GMT -8
*The man's answer was almost instant, as though he had thought about this often. Tom frowned, knowing that it must have been difficult living like he had. It genuinely made Tom wish he could offer him sanctuary here, but it would not fulfill any of the terms the man was looking for in a home. Expression going soft, Tom sighed.*
I truly wish I could offer you that, but I'm afraid here is not where you would find it. There was a day when I had no place I would call home. Indeed, I do not consider anywhere to be home. Or else I would travel with you, but alas, home or not, I do have obligations to people on this planet.
*Tom looked down at the bag again, gaze lingering as he wrestled with a decision. There was a chance he was being played, but even were that the case, better to surrender the materials than to let a living being come to harm.*
It is unorthodox, but I will allow you keep the blood. I will even personally escort you to your ship. Is that fair?
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 17:51:34 GMT -8
You couldn't hold back the smile when he said that you could keep the blood you had stolen. Usually marks would get rather upset over something like this, but you would be able to leave with no troubles, under escort, with the goods you came for. You blinked a few times before you realized that you would need to refuel still. "Could you tell me where I can get fuel for my ship. Some where close." You might be able to make it to the nearest planet in the system, but considering you weren't even quite sure where you were it would probably end in catastrophe. "And.......what planet is this?"
I felt ashamed in having to ask this, I had been bouncing around the galaxy aimlessly for the past few months. Honoghr was an accidental meeting, just as it was here. Where could I go, I would have to find somewhere with a decent sized medical facility...or a lot of people and animals. My hands fumbled against the rough clothe of my garb before coming across the partially drained bag. Untying it, I held it underneath my partially lifted mask. "I will follow you now.." Re-tying the bag I placed it back into the fold of my garb.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 20:48:41 GMT -8
*The man needed fuel for his ship, and in fact didn't even know his location. When he said he'd follow Tom, Tom smiled, chuckling softly as he turned and led the way back to the hangaras he answered his questions.*
You must not get out much if you don't recognize the distinctive jungles of Felucia...
*Tom chuckled again, indicating that it was only a joke as they made their way out of the medical facilities.*
And don't worry, you can refuel in the hangar...
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Oct 15, 2013 17:04:07 GMT -8
Several minutes passed while Leigh waited for a response; she realized that Na'an needed time, she hadn't expected an immediate response, but still, for her.. It was quite the wait. Finally, though, she started untensing. Leigh's projected face adopted a comforting smile, glad that the girl was finally letting herself relax..
And then she spoke, and Leigh realized that something was definitely off. That was not Na'an's voice; she didn't even recognize it. She knew about Cao's situation, with another mind inside his head, but the voice remained the same. This, though.. This was unusual. She blinked, confused.
"..It is. Who are you?" Na'an's eye blinked owlishly back. "I'm Tyrono Parr. 'Scuse me." The girl's body sat up swiftly, and with a single push against the droid's metallic body was upright and brushing dust off her tunic. "I'm not surprised you don't know about me. You seem to be a Shan product, and none of the Shans ever bothered to ask many questions. Not that she ever made it easy...damned kid even kept me out for a while." There was no other effort to explain further; rather, the man's voice did not seem to be in the habit of explaining himself often. Instead, he focused on the door, sending Na'an's thin fingers dancing across the access pad. "Heh. You'd think they'd change the access codes once in a while." Na'an's thumb skated across the pad, and the door opened again to reveal Adelle on the other side. "Hello, miss. You're a medical professional, am I correct?" The man who called himself Tyrono Parr held out Na'an's hand, a disarming smile spread across her face. "Don't be alarmed, I'm here to help with the diagnosis, since it's a little more complicated than Na'an thought. Tell me, are you familiar with schizophrenics?" |
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