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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 5, 2005 20:40:51 GMT -5
It seemed to go on for eternity; pain, loss, consciousness, confusion, over, over, over, over...... He faded in and out, vaguely wondering why his mentor had never taught him how to deal with situations such as the one he now found himself in. Chev knew, that as far as the Force went, he was no great talent. But surely there was something he had missed that could at least block out some of the pain. He grimaced at any movement -- even blinking hurt. It was ironic, really. He didn't even have enough strength to end it for himself.
Though, now that he really had time to think about it, he probably wouldn't have been emotionally able to stop his own heart, even had he been physically able to. His body ached, but the pain that tore at his soul was far, far worse. He couldn't die. Levana was safe on Maanan, at least for as long as her father was still in communication with her protectiors. They owed him a frail debt, but he was sure that debt would perish along with him if and when he died. Though the Selkat would know that he had died through his bond to his daughter, there were others floating out there in space that wouldn't know, and Levana would have no other protection if her father died.
The thought alone kept him alive. Chevrast sighed, and gasped. Shouldn't have done that.. He must have landed in one of Corellia's more deserted sectors. It was still dark, which meant his ship couldn't have crash-landed much more than an hour or so ago. Mercifully, the fire had fizzled nearly all the way out, and probably wouldn't make it to the fuel tanks and blow him to little Jedi pieces. Levana's mother had always told him to look for the good in everything, and he supposed he'd have to try it, or die from depressed boredom. If anything, his until-tonight well-functioning fighter's personality conflict had at least given him time to think. He hadn't really sat down and thought much, lately. Although, he could think of better circumstances to think under.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 6, 2005 17:37:48 GMT -5
The speeder took her to the edge of town and as she walked toward the place. Kaida couldn't see flames anymore, but she could feel the place were the quiet had been disturbed not that long ago. A familiar adreneline rushed through her veins, the feeling she got whenever she was about to pull the wool over some security guard or high-tech system. As she drew nearer, the residual smoke got in her lungs and she started coughing. Kaida saw the ship, a crunched metal silhouette in the fading light. "Hello?" she yelled as she hurried to see if anyone was there. She felt a vague, something, and hoped that no one was really hurt.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 8, 2005 23:11:54 GMT -5
The voice came out of the surrounding darkness, shocking out of his reverie. His mind was so fogged that he had to think for a moment before the word "hello" had registered as actual speech, and another moment before he had an answere. "Errrrr...." Witty, that. Hopefully, it had been loud enough for whoever it had been to hear.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 9, 2005 19:27:36 GMT -5
Kaida heard a groan from somewhere in the ship. Lightly hopping from piece to piece of cooling metal, she found him, and turned her head away at first. There was a shard sticking through his leg, and though she had seen others in pain before, she was not prepared for this. Kaida didn't think she could pull him out, and didn't know if that would be the best thing to do. Jumping down beside him, she saw tears clogging her vision. Ugh! Stop being a sissy, you outgrew that when Naya died, remember? She didn't have time to cry. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her comlink and dialed an emergency medical center. While she waited, she whispered to the man, nothing in particular, just different variations of, "You're going to be ok, they'll be here soon." She started humming, a little song that Naya had sung to her when she was in the orphanage. Rest now child, never fear, I am here. Safe with me, sleeping under the stars, always, and never ever far, away. Sleep now, little one, for the sun set, day is done. Tears threatened to spill over her eyelids again, remembering Naya that strongly.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 10, 2005 21:26:24 GMT -5
It was strange, listening to the soft voice. Like floating in an immense, hot ocean, his mind the only thing that worked, and that not too much. Help coming. Good, that.
Through the haze of pain, he felt something else odd. Pity for this small voice, that, though he didn't know it and couldn't really comprehend it, felt pain as deep or deeper than his own. He yearned to reach out for her, to comfort her like he had comforted his own daughter so many times. He took a shuddering breath, managing to get enough air for a few words. "It's all right, Little One." He coughed a couple of times. Force, I sound pathetic. Maybe I should just sit here and look it, as well.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 11, 2005 11:09:18 GMT -5
((I don't know what you call a ambulance, so that' all I'm going to call it.)) Kaida had almost jumped when the man spoke. In response she squezed his hand. Here this guy was, probably dying, and he wanted to tell her that all was well. Which it wasn't, she knew, but his kindness touched her. She hadn't known many kind people, in fact, she could probably count them only using one hand. Hearing the ambulance, Kaida, stood up, being careful not to jostle the injured man. She ran up to the opening she had come through and waved her hands. "We're over here!"
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 12, 2005 19:49:08 GMT -5
Chev heard the emergency units arrive, saw the glare of their flashing lights, and thanked whatever powers that had kept most of his body in one piece, even if that piece was a bit banged up. He thanked those powers for the little girl who had found him, for her patience, and apparent strength. And he thanked them for his daughter, Levana, who was the only reason he had held on that long. And he laughed -- he really was turning into bit of a dramatist.
Before he had time to think of any more highter powers (or terrestrial ones) to thank, the medics had reached his portion of the smoldering vessel, and were debating softly how they were going to get him out. His knowledge of the medical field was a little less than staisfactory, but from the carefully veiled glances and less than covert whispers, he gathered that his removal was going to be far from painless. He wanted to laugh, watching them. Even though it was their job, he could tell that they didn't really care whether he lived or died. The had problems of their own, and the sooner they got the moron in the smoldering ship out, the soonerthey could get back to them.
One of the men let himself down next to the incapacitated Jedi, and Chev grimaced as the dagamed hull rocked under the added weight. "We can't just pull you out, sir, because of the position you're in."
Good, thought Chev, at least they aren't the kind of people who get dillusions of grandeur. Out loud, he said, "Whatever you can do. It'll be better than rotting here." He grimaced again as the man shifted to get a better look at hi positioning.
"It looks to be a clean cut, straight through. But the angle could make things complicated." His greyish eyes connected with Chev's for a moment. "It's gonna hurt like hell. Maybe worse."
The Jedi pondered that for a moment, then closed his eyes and said through clenched teeth, "Just get me out."
A nod in answer. "All right. Give us a few minutes to get things figured out, then we'll pull you out of there."
He wasn't quite sure how they were going to make it work, what with the rest of his lower body wedged in under the smashed console. As long as they don't have to cut my legs off, he thought with a wince. Sure, it wouldn't really matter, with technonolgy what it is. I could always get a set of new ones. He shook his head, dark hair falling in his eyes. Problem is, I sort of like the ones my parent's gave me...
((I don't know how to get him out... so I'll leave that part to you. Heh... I'm evil. I know.))
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Post by Absolon on Oct 13, 2005 14:55:09 GMT -5
(( Ok then... *much thinking*)) Kaida looked at the way the man was wedged in. She went over behind his head and squatted down, looking at the console. Running over to one of the medics, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Do you have an idea yet, to get him out?" "No, but we're working on it, just go over there and don't get in the way." With a exasperated sigh, he turned away, but Kaida said, "I've got an idea, but I need you guys to pull him out when I say." "Listen, we know what we're doing-" "And I can get the console of of him!" He gave her an incredulous look. "Really." "Yes! But I can't lift it up and pull him out at the same time." She told her plan to the others, where it was met with not much enthusiasm. But one of them just threw up his hands. "Let's just do this. The sooner we do something, the sooner we can get home." This seemed a good arguement to the rest and one medic went down to give the wounded guy some painkiller.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 15, 2005 0:16:06 GMT -5
((In this episode, we discover that giving Chev drugs is a very bad idea... *snrketh*))
In the end, Chev wasn't sure they were going to get him out. He wasn't really sure of anyting. Except that the pain-killers someone had given him were really nice. All in all, he decided, this whole stuck-in-a-ship thing wasn't really that bad. It was sort of like floating on clouds. Big, fluffy, white clouds.
Something about that thought seemed utterly wrong. The thought crossed his befogged mind that the fluffy feeling was, in fact, drug-induced, but he didn't really care. He sort of liked the fluffy clouds. Happy, fluffy, floating clouds...
Somewhere in his muggy head, Chev didn't like the idea that he wasn't coherent enough to notice anything fishy that might be going on -- then he realized that the fluffy clouds had suddenly turned pink and sprouted legs, and were tramping about with him on their backs. Sheep, he thought groggily. Pink, fluffy sheep. He blinked a couple of times. "Sheep?" He had no idea what a sheep was. But he knew they made funny noises. The Jedi started giggling uncontrollably at thing he alone could hear, but he didn't really care. Anybody riding on fluffy pink sheep was entitled to his own little bit of happiness. Even if it was warped and... and... pink. Pink? Why couldn't my sheep be orange? Or green? Pink sheep.... bah. Heh... bah. Don't sheep say bah?This went on and on, eventually reaching speculation on the shape of the sheep, and why the third one from the left looked like a four-legged pickle. Pink pickle sheep... He still wasn't sure what sheep were, nor what they said -- But then, are they really saing anything? That thought took him down an entirely new path, a bit more confusing than the last, from talking sheep, to animal languages, to Are we really talking? I mean, to the sheep, it's got to sound like a lot of gibberish...
In short, he really needed these people to get him out of his accursed ship.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 15, 2005 0:42:48 GMT -5
((rotfl In this episode, we all back away slowly and start to run.))
Kaida gave the man a unsettled look, as he seemed to be laughing slightly. It's because of the pain-killer, she assured herself, as the medics gathered around his upper body. "Ready?" Glancing toward them, she got a nod. Reaching out her hand, she first lifted up, ever so slightly. Then, little by little, she eased the console up and out, shaking and perspiring. She hadn't done anything this carefully since, well, since she had stolen a statue from a force field. She had had to open a hole in the force field and lift the statue at the same time, and it had taken about a half hour of just hanging there. [/end uncomfortable flashback] Finally, after what seemed like hours, she said through clenched teeth, "Get him!" After they hastily pulled him out, she let it drop with a rather loud crash. Oops, heh...
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 15, 2005 21:28:42 GMT -5
All right, that hurt. And it did, but he was happy that he was out. The happy feeling, he felt sure, was the drugs, but that didn't matter. He felt like he could breathe again. Then, from the exerted pressure and final release of flowing blood, he passed out.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 16, 2005 22:03:11 GMT -5
When Kaida asked if she could go with them, they just shrugged and said they supposed it was okay. She didn't know why she wanted to go with the man, but she felt, responsible. That was weird. As they were speeding to the city, Kaida actually looked at him for the first time. She had been too worried before. He had black stripes on his face, like a cat. That was cool. When they got there, the medics took him away, and said she had to wait. So she sat in the little waiting room, bored to tears. Kaida called Shettai with her mind, the cat was wandering about the streets. It would be a while before she got there though.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 19, 2005 19:55:46 GMT -5
((So, I'm not so good with Star Wars... stuff... what do the med people do to you when you get spiked? My terminology is lacking... ))
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 25, 2005 11:31:21 GMT -5
((Dunno. I need something to do! Does Flare want to get into a fight at all?)) Kaden's eyes idly wandered over to the holonet broadcast above the bar. The news was on, and it was featuring a story about a ship that, at the moment for an unknown reason, crashed just outside of the city. One being had been found inside, and they were rushing him to a med center. Poor guy. Kaden thought as he took another swig of whatever it was he was drinking. He squinted down at the glass, why did it look so fuzzy? He was probably drunk, but he didn't care. Suddenly a thought rose unbidden to his mind. The reason you're so worried about that kid Kaida, is because you've never been good at protecting anything. He blinked, That was random. And untrue! He pointed out to himself. What about Lynn? In a far corner of his mind where he was still thinking straight, he thought that getting into an arguement with himself was a bad idea. Unfortunately, the rest of him didn't care. What happened to Lynn wasn't my fault! You could've saved her, he thought back. She wanted me to- no I'm not going to do this. Kaden shook his head angrily, attracting a few glances from those around him.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 27, 2005 2:24:07 GMT -5
((I guess you could just outline some basic medical procedures like the stuff they do here, Dûn, and just give chemicals and equipment made-up, technical-sounding names or something. *grins* No one would shoot you for it.))
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 29, 2005 23:54:29 GMT -5
((Heh heh... just like AP Bio essays. <<rubs hands together>> Awright, here goes a whole lot of crap.))
He woke up in a white room, with the kind of lights that make you think of cold metal and the smell of formaldehyde. It took him a moment or three to figure out where in Kessel he was, and it was the smell more than anything that tipped him off. He felt... odd, floaty, but his mind was clearer than it had been for hours. He vaguely remembered the meds pulling him out of his totalled ship, loading him into the trasport vehicle, and waking up as they unloaded him. Chev thought they had strapped something around his leg to stop the bleeding, but he didn't really know. In fact, he couldn't feel the leg at all.
Force, he thought with a shock. They cut it off... A quick cursory glance downward lessened his fears a little -- the leg was a mass of some gauzy substance, but it was there. The fact that he could feel his leg gave him time to notice all of his other weird injuries: a massive headache, for one, probably a concussion. The way breathing hurt suggested broken ribs. All of that was on the surface. Underneath his skin, in his deepest regions, he felt more alive than he had for a long time. His daughter would be safe. He was alive.
The Jedi closed his eyes and smiled, which hurt. Levanna was the only thing that mattered. He would have quit the pointless Galaxy long, long ago, if it weren't for her. A whirring sound interrupted his happy thoughts, and a clean looking humanoid moved into his line of sight, nodding to see that his charge was awake. His Basic was oddly accented as he spoke.
"You're lucky, you know. That we could save your leg, I mean." He went on to explain how they couldn't guarantee complete healing, due to the through and through job of the thing, but that Chev would be able to use it again, with time. Knowing that, Chev sort of blanked out on the rest of the speech, hearing words like "therapy" and "stitched it up as best we could." Oh, yea. When the doctor left, he faded out again. That little girl used the Force to get me out of there, didn't she? Then he was gone.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 30, 2005 17:33:02 GMT -5
Kaida sat in the waiting room, Shettai under her seat. She didn't know why she was still waiting, a medic had come out a bit ago to tell her that "daddy" was okay. Yeah, they thought the man was her father. That in itself was a new experiance, though she wondered at their ignorance. If "daddy" had been on the ship and critically wounded, why don't I have a scratch on me? Maybe there had been a lack of communication as to why she was there. Kaida smiled, it was funny sometimes how some people didn't put things together. Another nurse came out, telling her it was okay for her to see him now, but he was sleeping. It couldn't hurt. You know, just to make sure he's alright. She told Shettai to stay there and out of sight, as they didn't really like animals here. Her palms were sweaty as they walked down a hall that looked as though someone cleaned it every five minutes. What am I doing? She glanced up at the nurse, who, mistaking her fear for anxiety about "her father" gave her a reassuring smile.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 31, 2005 21:03:14 GMT -5
((((I need something to do! Does Flare want to get into a fight at all?)) Churro. Where has dd gone? She posted 6 times about...)) Before Nobody could answer Flare stated, "I suppose it doesn't matter, because I don't really care." A nudge from the Force caught his attention. He turned around to see a blond haired man shaking his head, he had obviously had too much to drink. Flare sneered, he enjoyed an occasional drink, but thought it silly that some beings purposefully drank too much and killed precious brain cells. He stared at the man, wondering what he saw in his delusion.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 3, 2005 20:55:31 GMT -5
Chev dreampt of a lot of water, for as far as he could see. Completely empty, black water. He wasn't sure why it disturbed him as much as it did -- maybe it was just the affect of the drugs the doctor had given him before he left. Grimacing at the fading blackness, he put his weight on one elbow -- the one with the least amount of bruising -- and sat up. Okay, that wasn't so bad. At least I'm not looking at anyone from my back anymore. That's just the least bit disconcerting. He managed to prop himself up on something squishy, and faught down the dizziness that engulfed him as he did so. When he had finally reached equillibrium again, he reached out with a tendril of the Force and felt around the immediate area for any doctors that would be disgruntled with his unmerited actions, and, finding only a few presences here and there, relaxed. He had noticed the girl's presence somewhere down a hall, moving towards him, but didn't think too much of it. It did surprise him that she was still here, though.
He ran his fingers through his hair, and it stuck out in all directions, adding to his already rumpled look. Lovely...
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Nov 3, 2005 21:51:59 GMT -5
Corellia...
Tiana knew this planet well. It was almost as familiar to her as Myrkr was, as Coruscant was, as a distant planet was... it just was. Because, like everyone, she tended to let events influence her to a degree. Myrkr had been certainly the worst effect ever taken on her, back when she was... Oh, yes, I was eighteen. Destroyed her, she thought.
But this wasn't here to destroy her, this wasn't here because of a hopeless quest to save her Master, this wasn't here to cut her away from what she clung to. This was just here, now, and quiet enough that she could breathe.
Somehow, Corellia was familiar to her.
The once Jedi exhaled in the chill air. She wasn't certain if she classed herself as a Jedi any longer. Jedi had been what she was, back before Myrkr. As my mother was not a Jedi until that point, the Calthye within reasoned. Calthye, and Kuati within. Both highborn enough to make her consider her actions.
She wasn't a Jedi. Her loyalty was to the Republic, and to her race. To the Malchani beings, to those who were of two existances. If being loyal to the Republic meant she could bear her lightsaber once more without effecting her people, then she would be a Jedi once more. She would pull her robes back on, clasp her lightsaber in her hand, and fight for justice in the galaxy.
If being a Jedi meant denial of who she knew she was, she would no longer be a Jedi.
Myrkr had changed her far too much.
I like this time, Tiana thought. I see what my mother saw in it once. I see the freedom to bear a lightsword without being pinned behind a Code. I see the freedom to express emotions rather than uncertainty behind every step into an attempt to love without falling.
It's so much freer than the Old Republic was. I see why I could never be a Jedi then without messing up.
I see why Myrkr occured. It confused me once, but it doesn't anymore. I know why it went the way it did, and I understand.
She smiled thinly. Of course I do. I'm Calthye. Somehow the woman found herself in a cantina, sitting on a stool against the wall to examine the course of things. Somehow she found herself tugging her robe back over her lightsaber and wearing who she was again. Was? Perhaps this is who I am again.
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