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Post by Saoirse Beirne on Jul 25, 2023 8:25:01 GMT -8
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Saoirse, her ADHD on full display, asks Mahela out of nowhere after remembering out of nowhere Lily, Crystal and Elikapeka talking about cats, "Maybe we can get a cat too?"
Mahela, trying to follow along with the discussion about what the plan is once they get to Hapes, gives Saoirse a confused smile and lifts a finger to her lips to have her friend be quiet. Like Saoirse, Mahela's enthusiasm for seeing Hapes has plummeted after hearing about what life had been for Delaana and her brother, and when the talk turns to taking Delaana and Elikapeka back to Umgul no matter what she even feels a bit concerned about what that could mean if the Chume'doro have a different opinion on the matter.
Tuning back into the conversation going on around the lawyers, Saoirse is surprised at first to learn that Crystal is Force Sensitive but then remembers how everyone associated with the academy that she has met so far keeps information under tight wraps, most of the Councilors at the academy even concealing their presence in the Force more often than not, and guesses she should not be surprised at all. Catching Elikapeka and Andros looking her and Mahela's way after Crystal has shared how she learned about the fact she is Force Sensitive, Saoirse mimes buttoning her lips shut to let the Master Architect and Vice Governor know that if they're worried about her or Mahela blabbing they don't need to be.
Hearing Maze call someone Nancy, Saoirse nudges Mahela in the ribs and asks, "Was there a Nancy with us?"
"I don't think so," Mahela says in a distracted voice as she takes out her datapad after hearing Lily mentioning working the military angle.
Saoirse looks over Mahela's shoulder as the Togruta looks something up, which ends up being a pointless endeavor with her dyslexia and so she just asks, "What are you looking up?"
"UDF military law, Mahela says, and then pulls Saoirse along with her as she goes over to Lily and says, I think you may be on to something with the military angle, Miss Jankovic, and then hands her the datapad as she explains, I know that the UPD's laws will be different than the Chume'doro's, but assuming that there are some similarities there are a few different types of discharges that would free Miss Wan and her brother from service and their oaths, I think. Pointing to the section of the page she had been looking at where the types of military discharges are discussed, Mahela says, We would not, obviously, want to ask for dishonorable discharges even though the fact they were technically AWOL probably would make that an easy choice. Since we want them to be able to leave Hapes, we would probably want to aim for the Hapan equivalent of the Other Than Honorable Conditions discharge since it doesn't normally have any punishments attached but does result in a termination of service. After giving Lily a moment to look over the information, Mahela says, We would have to come up with a reason that kind of discharge applies more than any other, like maybe conduct unbecoming or not being able to perform their duties at the required levels any longer, but I think there may be something there we can use, don't you?"
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Crystal Kayne
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Post by Crystal Kayne on Jul 25, 2023 9:07:31 GMT -8
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Crystal rubbed her temple, and took a deep breath, though she figured that there was also that more important matter indeed, it seemed that all of them were taking decisions for the two, and they weren't explicitly asked that question at all.
"Ljiljana, aspetta." She looked at her childhood friend, and even some of the lawyers, she knew that her boyfriend and even his twin brother would understand what she had just said, asking Lily to wait in her family's dialect. She even looked at Mahela with a grateful smile, but also Saoirse who had indicated previously that she was going to keep under wraps her Force sensitivity.
Looking at her boyfriend who was the Grandmaster of the Mist Order, and even the Vice Governor, Crystal shook her head and just looked at Lana and even Nash. "With all of this, we didn't even ask you at all, like you have mentioned, Lana, it was only supposed to be temporary." Crystal said thoughtfully actually even swallowing, but weren't they just being the same also in a way, not giving people a choice, or even ask what they wanted. "Do you even want to be discharged from being Chume'doro?" Crystal finally asked, addressing that elephant in the room.
It was true, there was no talks of that at any point at all. It seemed like even her boyfriend had assumed just like her honestly that Delaana wanted to be released from her oath even, heck that was even that talk they had back at the lakehouse.
Now the real question was. "What do you honestly want, the both of you?"
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Delaana Wan
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Post by Delaana Wan on Jul 25, 2023 9:43:58 GMT -8
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It did seem like it, that the twins weren't going to let her, or even Elika stay there on Hapes, and honestly she appreciated the sentiment. She honestly could say that she didn't want to lose all of this, the care, of course she also had that at least to a certain degree back home, but she also knew that often time her rank could paint a target on her back, even maybe her brother's, maybe. In order to protect at least her Shakal from all of that, from what could occur there, definitely she'd even go as far as being discharged. Because it was all about that.
Hopefully, that would be possible. She might have been conflicted, sure, but at the same time, there was so much more at stake, and maybe she could even delay that answer for now, or even delay in answering Crystal's question.
Hence why she looked at the CFO, and took a deep breath. "Yes, it was supposed to be temporary." Lana replied sincerely, but then things happened, and also she just couldn't just up and leave without making sure that the one she had come to care for and even loved was found. "My situation in the end as a Chume'doro or not, is no longer important to me. What I just want is to be with the person that I love, and I no longer want to sacrifice anything at all like when I was back in Hapes." Lana admitted quite frankly, she had to let go a person that she did love, and even probably still loved for reasons that they weren't supposed to be fraternizing, or whatever.
Since she had arrived in Umgul, she was far more content, she no longer had the tasks of keeping the peace or even being on guard constantly. She was carefree, even happy, and even if at first it had been a request from Andros, Lana stopped considering it a request, for a long time now, and she really didn't want to let Elika go, nor was she okay with stripping her away from Umgul where her friends were located primarily, even if the relocation was a possibility and doable too.
"I just want to be Delaana Wan, and no longer Major Delaana Wan, where I have to make sure that people that are under my command are safe and will be coming home." She hoped that it was clear what she wanted at least, like she had said, she also just wanted peace for herself, and stop policing everything on Hapes like she used to. Others deserved her spot, she was certain, but right now, she knew she had to answer for her crime, like Nash mentioned, at least they were going to do it together, with several other people. "Perhaps I can first get an audience with the current Ereneda, and maybe just talk with her, Nash and I, at least..." Before it came to all of that, the laws and whatever else.
Though since there was a long way to go still before getting to Hapes, Lana looked at her Shakal and nodded slightly. "All of the above, my Shakal, Lana finally replied to the food, and even drink question before wrapping her arm around the architect's waist and just leading her towards the table she had sat on to just eat the pizza that was there.
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Elikapeka Hekekia
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on Jul 25, 2023 10:31:02 GMT -8
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Elikapeka smiles gratefully when Lily says she'll put on her attorney cap, and then laughs when her friend asks who Nancy is, telling her, "I was wondering that myself," and the listens to Lily go on to say that the military angle sounds promising before Mahela and Saoirse join them and the former gives a few examples of just how the angle might be applied.
After smiling gratefully to Mahela for her input, Elika is about to ask Delaana what her thoughts about the different court martial types are, or if they even exist on Hapes, when Crystal asks her Ceesi and Nash a question that, in hindsight, they should have been asked long before now; for her part, Elika had been so focused on how upset Delaana had been when she had arrived at the lakehouse that she had simply assumed that her Ceesi no longer wanted to be a Chume'doro or to return to Hapes, and feels guilty that she had never thought to ask what her girlfriend wanted. It is something of a relief to Elika then when Delaana answers Crystal's question and shares that she no longer cares to be a Chume'doro and shares her reasons for why that is the case.
Smiling and snuggling up to Delaana's side after her girlfriend leads them to a table and sits to eat, Elika says in a cautiously optimistic tone, "You know, my Ceesi, maybe if you and Nash could get an audience with the Ereneda, and let her know how you both feel and why you left, there wouldn't be any need for all of the other things like a court martial. You said she is seen as a goddess, right? So wouldn't she be able to just free you and Nash from your oaths if she heard you out and decided to do so? I don't see any harm in requesting that audience at any rate, so I think you should ask for one."
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Nash W. Leed
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Post by Nash W. Leed on Jul 25, 2023 10:51:58 GMT -8
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Thankfully the feline got off his lap and just stretched right by his side before finishing her meal. When Maze asked about the planet's overall status, in terms of alignment, Nash just went "Eh . . . I'd say neutral is more closer to the truth, honestly." At least from the last time he was there, after the current situation, he couldn't tell at all. But it was mostly stopping people from just killing one another because of an issue or whatever. It had been the reason why that he had said something about it to his friend back then.
Probably best to not make any waves, and if he believed in something to just go for it, but to always watch his back and to always check his surroundings, and whatever he would end up using. Leios was kind and he like his family had never taken too much of an interest of gaining influence one way or another, not like several of the noble houses, but still over the years, nothing ever changed, he was still a male, and not much of importance, even as a Chume'doro.
"Honoghr detective, who looks a lot like Crystal." Nash quipped with an amused smile before shaking his head and waving his hand to not even ask at all. This was Maze, and Maze was just being Maze as usual, he guessed.
Though about that question from Crystal, Nash smiled, thankful for the question, however, it was one that she didn't need to ask honestly, but at the same time Nash was thankful for being asked. "Where she goes, my nation follows." Replied Nash sincerely as he looked at Lindsay with a knowing smile. "You can say that I am more of an attorney now, than a Chume'doro." Honestly he was just fine and content with that, he even looked at Mel with a grin. "I also think that this one won't probably too happy anyways. So if Honoghr and also the lawfirm still wants me, I am theirs for as long as I am able."
He did learn a lot of things, and he was doing great in family law too, honestly, it had been a learning curve to begin with but he found himself to be good with the cases he handled. Pecking his Childao's lips, Nash stood up from his seat and just walked over to where his sister was seated with her significant other. Sitting down after grabbing a plate and pizza, Nash tilted his head on the side and finally looked at his sister extending his hand towards her. "Can I see it, please?" He totally meant the scroll because he wanted to see what the current Ereneda had written to his sister, which was no doubt in Hapan too.
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Mace Jhiera Vos
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Jul 25, 2023 11:13:16 GMT -8
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Looking over her shoulder, feeling at least the mood had settled down, so to speak, Horsea stood up from her seat and motioned to her plate as if asking Forcias if he wanted some more, who nodded.
"Alright the coast is clear, let's go." Indicated Horsea as she pointed with both of her fingers to deploy towards the lounge, thankfully there were more pizzas left, and she took a few more before glancing at Crystal and giving her the okay sign with a warm smile to let her know that it was good.
Returning to the cockpit with Lucine only to be welcomed with Forcias burping, Horsea shook her head and just handed him some of the pizzas.
"Thanks." Said Forcias and just enjoying the pizzas, "Heard they were going with your angle, sweetheart." He added on looking back towards Lucy with a grin. "My woman, still the best."
"Duh, don't ever forget that, Kes." Punching his shoulder and smiling, Horsea still couldn't figure out what was brewing into the VG's mind, and sometimes she definitely wished she had that innate mindreading thing like the Vos cousins, but unfortunately none of them were here, and if they found out also that she was going around reading people's mind, that was totally going to be a no go for her.
Rubbing his eyes, and actually finishing his pizzas all the same after moment, Forcias checked everything, even the consoles to see if there was any trouble, he finally looked at Lucy with a grin and just leaned over to kiss her lips. "Tagging you in, these extra pizzas killed me further, and you are in luck, apparently there is Corellian air cake for dessert." Forcias informed her with a knowing smile before glancing at H with a smirk, who was probably going to stay a little more here in any case, at least knowing her. "You two better not talk crap about me while I am gone." He warned them with a smirk, although he was truly certain that they might get to that anyways . . .
And with that, he took all of the plates here and just stepped out of the cockpit and went to the galley to clean up their dishes at least before getting some well deserved rest.
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Delaana Wan
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Post by Delaana Wan on Jul 25, 2023 11:47:45 GMT -8
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"I sure hope so, my Shakal," Lana said to her girlfriend just leaning her head against Elika's and just eating peacefully the pizza. "At the same time though, I would think that she also would want to appease everyone to maintain peace to not make it difficult for her. It might be a tough ask too." Rubbing her girlfriend's back soothingly, while hearing in the background her brother's reply, she wasn't surprised about what he wanted.
It was logical, and that was what he wanted, and also what she wanted, just a peaceful life in Umgul.
Noticing that Nash had sat down with them, Lana furrowed her eyebrows dubiously at first, and then finally understood remembering that he had told her in the comm that he wanted to read it, so taking it from her pocket, it might have been a little crumpled but at least it was still intact, she handed it to her brother for him to read the content of the message, and she was certain that the last line was why she had been so angry and just distraught upon reading it.
Hence why also she was in a sense not too hopeful to be able to potentially get what she wanted at least, just be released overall, but she supposed she'd have to be there, and see what would happen next. "Read it, and you'll know, Kai." Sure she had told him a little about it, but of course it was probably better to read it with fresh eyes, and that was going to be her brother.
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Nash W. Leed
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Post by Nash W. Leed on Jul 25, 2023 12:13:14 GMT -8
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Grabbing the scroll from his sister and seeing the official signet of the Ereneda that had been torn off of course with the opening of the scroll by his sister, he laid it out right before him while he was eating that pizza . . .
Reading through the message which was obviously in Hapan, Nash tilted his head aside and just slowly stopped munching on his pizza. He recognized that handwriting . . .
Looking at his sister with a conflicting gaze, Nash opened his mouth slowly as it to say something and then shut it again. Though his gaze moved back to the written note, there were some indentations in the writing and also some of the curves that were all too familiar to him. He had already seen this penmanship before, not that his sister would be aware of, as that was at least something he had kept to himself. Though he wasn't sure if Nal had ever said anything to her.
"Lana . . ." Began to say Nash finally, and for that he was definitely going to address her in Hapan. "I know who wrote this, and I know who the Ereneda is." He might have gotten a confused, or even dubious expression from his sister, something along those lines, and if he were asked to explain, then maybe it wouldn't be right now, but he definitely was sure, the one who wrote this letter was his sister's ex lover.
"It's Nal . . ." He finally admitted in a whispered breath. And with that revelation, he understood how much pressure she might have been from Purity about recalling a Major in the Chume'doro ranks.
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Delaana Wan
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Post by Delaana Wan on Jul 25, 2023 12:46:55 GMT -8
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Lana was actually waiting for her brother's reaction, or whatever would come. But she was not expecting that at all which was why she placed her hand in front of her mouth and just gasped.
Everything inside of her just dropped so suddenly and also how did Kai even know that this was Nalea's penmanship, she was confused but also, what? Nalea was the former Queen Mother's, Emelie Ka, eldest daughter? That...
"How..." Lana began to say in Hapan, and just closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "This is going to be far more complicated than I imagined it would be..." Lana finally said and took a deep breath and looked at her Shakal. "The one I was talking about, surrendering her..." Lana motioned with her eyes towards the note that was right before Nash. "It appears she is now the Ereneda."
Rubbing her temple and just wondering how all of that was going to pan out, Lana guessed that she'd have to see once they stepped in Hapes...
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Brion Hunter
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Post by Brion Hunter on Jul 25, 2023 14:38:58 GMT -8
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That one thing he was mostly certain of, Brion could feel how tough it had been for the siblings back in Hapes, especially with just being who they were, as Chume'doro, but also as a male. Brion respected his coworker even more than he could ever say, and he'd still stand by the siblings no matter what. Glad at least that it was settled, it seemed that neither of them wanted to get back to that life they had experienced back home.
He definitely didn't blame them at all.
Staying silent mostly and just letting the others talk amongst themselves, Brion just focused on the military side like Lily had mentioned before hearing Mahela say something and even handed the datapad to the Attorney General of Umgul. Were they even qualified for this, hopefully they would manage to plead their case at least. Though Brion had no experience with the military and everything that went with it, but he figured he'd focus on that, ergo why he just took his own datapad, leaned back against his seat with a plate by his side, and a few pizzas on top it, and just munched from time to time as he read over the military discharges that were possible.
Pondering about it, and just pursing his lips and looking at the siblings momentarily, technically their crime was leaving their post and being AWOL, but even so, wouldn't their record speak for themselves, or at least Lana's? Maybe the honorable discharge was a no go, maybe, but the OTH, that was totally out of the question, nuh uh. So General Discharge Under Honorable Conditions, that was probably their best bet... Definitely what the Togruta said, that was totally on point, which was the reason why he looked at Lily with a smirk.
"Yo, Lily weren't you saying that you were pissed ever since her man's sis." Glancing at Stef, since he totally meant Saam's sister. "Was sent over to us? Maybe you should consider hiring Mahela." Brion said with a chuckle before glancing at the Torguta with a nice going expression. Putting his datapad down and showing the line that mentioned that GDUHC section to his girlfriend, and the other lawyers that were with him. "We won't know until we get there to Hapes, and whatever happens, you up for representing them at court?" Brion asked, though he was really hoping that it wouldn't get that far, because that would suck, but at least once they were there, hopefully they would get more information and just figure other things out. He knew that this was going to be tough at least, though he was wondering over there what the siblings were talking about, since it looked like Leed was looking down at something.
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Elikapeka Hekekia
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on Jul 25, 2023 15:41:04 GMT -8
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Even before Delaana explains what Nash had learned from examining the scroll that had been delivered to her on Umgul informing her of the Ereneda's summons, Elikapeka can tell from his expression that another complication has been added to an already complicated situation, and removes her spectacles with one hand to rub her eyes with the other - thumbs keeping her sleeves from riding up as usual - after learning that her girlfriend's former lover is now the Ereneda.
While still rubbing her eyes, Elika says, "Of course she is, her unintentionally flat tone not quite matching the somewhat forced smile on her lips, as she opens her eyes and crinkles her nose while trying to see the possible bright side of what Nash has revealed, which surprisingly seems to have surprised her girlfriend for some reason, as she says in an uncertain yet hopeful tone, Maybe it's a good complication? I mean, she says while looking down and cleaning the lenses of her spectacles with a handkerchief she takes from the breast pocket of her suit coat, with your history, I imagine she'd be on your side." Learning that Delaana had a former lover on Hapes that she had served alongside with in the Chume'doro and probably saved one another's lives many times over before they were made to separate by Purity had been one thing, but learning that the former lover is now the Queen Mother proves to be a bit more difficult for Elika to deal with gracefully, her anxieties and insecurities all too happy to surge up and start suggesting all the ways the current situation might bring Delaana and her old lover back together.
Shaking her head and laughing softly after a moment, Elika realizes how ridiculous it is to let her neurotic tendencies get the better of her given the depth of what she feels for her Ceesi and has felt from her in return, and rests her head on Delaana's shoulder as she apologizes quietly, "Sorry, my Ceesi, it just took me off guard, then looks into Delaana's eyes as she rubs her back and asks in a concerned tone, How are you handling . . . " she waves her free hand at the scroll, unable to imagine how learning that her old lover is now the Queen is affecting her girlfriend with everything else that she has been dealing with and having to dig up from a past she had escaped from only to be pulled right back into it.
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Delaana Wan
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Post by Delaana Wan on Jul 26, 2023 10:43:57 GMT -8
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Lana closed her eyes momentarily and to be honest, she did cringe a bit hearing her girlfriend's flat tone, though she understood it all the same, however Lana knew that she have to explain a few things to her Shakal, at least. Besides the fact, how did her brother know that it was Nalea's handwriting, she had never seen it before quite honestly, and for Nash to know, she was quite frankly just surprised. She'd probably have to ask him later how he knew, but for now she had more important matters to deal with, and that was her Shakal, and her feelings.
Breathing softly and placing her hand on the architect's chin, Lana shook her head to let her know that it was alright, and she understood. Why wouldn't she, after all they were talking about her ex, who was now the Ereneda. "Honestly, my Shakal," Lana began to say, actually she didn't quite know per se, just yet. One thing she understood at least, Nal was pressured by Purity, that much she understood, or there was no way she would have written that last line into the note, at all.
"Please never apologize to me about how you feel." Lana finally said sincerely, though about how she felt, she still did not know quite honestly, and she would want to indeed at least have a talk with Nalea. "I wasn't even aware that she was the heir to the former Ereneda, and I do not think she was aware either." An obvious statement perhaps, though at the same thing, she was certain that Nal would have told her back then if she had known, but nothing came up, they were still both Chume'doro, and very unlikely at least that Emelie Ka would have kept her amongst the Chume'doro, unless that was just her reason to keep protecting her daughter, due to the constant assassination that any heirs would be faced with in all honesty.
"Although, one thing I do know here and now, it doesn't change the fact that I do not want to lose this, what I have with you." Lana said softly and even looked at Elika with a faint frown, "Although if you do ask me if I still have feelings for her, I am not going to lie, and tell you no, a part of my heart will probably always belong to her, but the biggest part of it is yours. As much as I still care about her, I just no longer can handle the politics surrounding the Royal House, and I meant it earlier, I just want peace, and peace is with you." Pecking her girlfriend's forehead affectionately, smiling too, she finally looked at Kai with an arched eyebrow, although she figured that was better to leave it all in the past, and certainly, but hopefully even with what was awaiting for them on Hapes, it would turn out to be just fine.
"We should probably get some rest, my Shakal, we still have a long way to go...
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Elikapeka Hekekia
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Post by Elikapeka Hekekia on Jul 26, 2023 21:19:29 GMT -8
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Snuggling back up to Delaana's side as her Ceesi tells her not to apologize how she feels, Elikapeka crinkles her nose and asks playfully, "Even when I'm being stupid and needy?" Shaking her head to let her girlfriend know that had been a rhetorical and silly question needing no reply, Elika adopts a more serious expression as she listens to what else Delaana says, looking a little puzzled when learning that it is possible the Queen did not know about her heritage until becoming the Queen, guessing that there is a story there that Delaana and Nash are not aware of.
Knowing from personal experience how it is possible to have a part of one's heart that will always belong to someone that is no longer, in one way or another, in one's life, Elika knows what Delaana means when she says that a part of her heart will always belong to her former lover, and smiles in understanding and happiness when her Ceesi assures her that while that may be the case the larger part of her heart belongs to Elika herself, and that her peace is wherever they are together.
Nodding when Delaana suggests that they get some rest, Elika stands up and smiles as she waves a goodnight to Nash and then takes her Ceesi's hand, lacing their fingers together as they head for their room.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 7, 2023 15:29:59 GMT -8
At the helm of the ship sat Boland, mind set on one thing - breaking the neck of Grace. Shaking off the sick be it pleasant picture, the man sat eyes fixed on the task in front of him, which was keeping the child, Grace and himself alive. Sighing he added the mutt to the equation. But not that bloody bird… meanwhile Grace had her own mind firmly set on sharpening a knife. Maureen in turn sat transfixed on Grace, left hand gently stroking the head of the massive dog sitting at her side. The dog daydreaming of chasing fowl across an open plain, tongue hanging carelessly from mouth. And par usual The Owl sat high in a corner holding back the urge to render all on the ship into subatomic particles
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Karnac
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Post by Karnac on May 21, 2024 9:31:22 GMT -8
The Tûaradi entered the realm of hyperspace not far from the world of Haruun Kal. The initial start had gone smooth enough, getting everyone aboard and settled. Now they were starting the most difficult leg of the journey: the four days it would take to arrive. He only hoped they could all survive being in such close quarters. For now, though, until he was sure everyone had fully settled in, the zabrak and his crew remained within the cockpit. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on May 22, 2024 14:18:28 GMT -8
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*** Aboard the Tûaradi—Within the Captain's Quarters *** The boarding process remained smooth and straightforward, thanks to the Priestess and her disciple's diligence. Pandæmonium had been among the last to board, a duty she placed upon herself that none protested. Although her heart beat in her chest, begging to force open the medbay doors, her mind urged her to go to her men. In most cases, her mind's logic trumped her heart's desires. This was no exception.
The Captain's Quarters it was.
The other three were already gathered as if waiting for her arrival. Kalishir had spread himself out on the bed with his arms and legs sprawled out in every direction. Sirrok sat on the edge by Kal's feet. Jaxon stood off to the side with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Silence met Pandæmonium when she entered, meaning the three were just... there. As she glanced about, their faces were painted grimly with loss and uncertainty.
The novelty of this trip wore off more quickly than Pandæmonium anticipated. Even Kal appeared like the energy had been sucked from him."We need to discuss watch rotations," the High Guard ordered to break the silence. Regardless of their feelings, they still had a duty to uphold during this four-day trek.
Sirrok looked up at her, and Pandæmonium could have almost sworn that she saw his eyes rimmed in silver. The words seemed choked in the boy's throat. As if sensing his inability to speak, Kalishir sighed deeply."It feels empty without Nerra here."Pandæmonium felt as if she had been dealt a blow to the gut. She paused, taking in a breath, and looked about the room. Kal was right. Nerra was like the glue that held her group together—the brother who carried his responsibility well, protected the younger two literally with his life, and remained a jovial companion who lifted their spirits. He should have been on this ship with them.
Pandæmonium's hand brushed against her saber's hilt. Those responsible for his death still remained among Abyssos, those cowardly Virtuosos who spat names at her and her men. They would continue to be a problem on this journey back to Roon. Hell, they would continue to be a problem once brought into the Eternal. She could put a stop to it. Now.
A strong hand grasped her shoulder. Jaxon had stalked over to her, as silent as a shadow despite his size. He looked at her with those firm, black eyes that said everything and more than what could be conveyed with words. Pandæmonium huffed and exhaled slowly as she forced her gaze back to the two younger ones. They needed her level-headed now more than ever."We'll have a private ceremony for him once we reach Roon," Pandæmonium offered, keeping her tone as calming and comforting as she could manage despite the rage roiling inside her. "But for now, the people of Abyssos still need their Guard."Kalishir snorted. "Why? What thanks have we ever gotten from these spoiled rotten scholars?" he griped."The opinions of the masses are shifting, Kalishir." Jaxon's voice rumbled. There was something equally relaxing and commandeering within the depths of his tone, enough to compel one's full attention yet still desire to listen closely to each of his words. "Many feared retaliation from the Council by aiding or supporting us. They have been slaughtered, and now, the only remnants of their twisted ideals remain among the Virtuosos, who are few and far between."Usually silent and stoic, Jaxon spoke more openly and frequently among the Guard. Pandæmonium had once candidly teased him about it in front of Tartarus and a few other Virtuosos. It had taken her about a month afterward to regain his trust and even longer still for him to open back up among the Guard."We need to convince them now more than ever that the faith they've put in us isn't misplaced, Kal." Sirrok was the one who spoke up now, his voice softer and more shy about going up against his friend. He looked over at Jaxon, who nodded his approval, which gave Sirrok the strength to keep going despite Kalishir's rather loud sigh at being ganged up on. "When the Priestess confirmed the Rite for our lady and Lord Tartarus, I could see some in the crowd. They were so, so angry. It wasn't even hate but something so much... more. It was like they wanted to murder her."Sirrok glanced up towards Pandæmonium, and even she couldn't hide her flinch. In the moment, she had been wrapped up in that otherworldly feeling, as if no one else existed; she hadn't gotten a good look into the crowd like Sirrok clearly had."But there were others, so many more," Sirrok continued, "who looked happy. They were so relieved. It was like the Priestess had shown them more than just the completion of a Rite. It was like they could see that first step to real change. And they weren't afraid to shut down those who disagreed."Kalishir rolled his eyes. "So none of you want to let them down now they all feel 'safe enough' to support us, even after we've risked life and limb for them for so many damn years without any kind of thanks. Fine."Kalishir shot himself up from the bed and stretched his arms over his head. He clearly wasn't okay with it, but he didn't need to be. The High Guard was the final one to give the command, and he would listen to whatever she said. At least he went down swinging. Pandæmonium knew better than to take the bait, though. So did Jaxon. When Kalishir had his mind set on something, he would talk them all through circles and still get nowhere."I'll be the first to make rounds throughout the ship. Kal," she stated, forcing a mischievous smile to hide the grim despair that wracked through her. "I need you to take the first watch over the medbay."She could play along with him if he wanted a target painted on his back. He groaned as if realizing precisely what happened. Although her smile faded from her lips, Pandæmonium nodded her head encouragingly towards the Togruta boy."Don't worry. Everyone is still getting settled, especially after that... start."The sensations from take off to ripping out of the planet's gravity and into hyperspace took a toll on Pandæmonium. It had been a long while since she experienced it and had nearly forgotten, but at least she knew what to expect. For those who had never stepped foot outside the Haruun Kal jungles? She wouldn't be surprised if several scholars spewed up their breakfasts."It should be an easy first few hours for you. Jaxon or I will trade off to deal with the more pressing start of this journey."As Pandæmonium's eyes floated over towards Jaxon, who remained a strong presence by her side, he shook his head in disagreement with the plan. She lifted an eyebrow at him in question. He motioned his chin as if bringing her attention to him. She narrowed her eyes, silently asking him why. Jaxon glanced at the two boys. Sirrok looked confused. Kalishir appeared exasperated."Would you two please use words when you're planning something? We don't understand—" He gestured wildly in their direction. "—whatever that is."Pandæmonium couldn't hide the ghost of a laugh that forced its way through. "Yes, please tell us why you don't want me making the first rounds, Jaxon."Jaxon crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin as he spoke to all of them yet no one in particular. "Kal, you'll still take the first watch over the medbay. Sirrok will join you if some scholars approach you earlier than we anticipate. I'll make rounds through the ship first." Jaxon paused before tilting his head to glance down at Pandæmonium. "More than any of us, you must take a few moments, High Guard. Remove the ceremonial garb and freshen up. We'll reconvene then."Pandæmonium didn't need that time Jaxon insisted she took. She shot back with a pressing glance in his direction. He didn't falter, though, and held his ground. Pandæmonium could have, too, but the longer they stayed here staring at each other like this, the riskier it would be for the Chirurgeon and her acolytes. She conceded with a huff, to which she caught the faintest smile catch on Jaxon's lips.
Jaxon turned his attention towards Kalishir and Sirrok and motioned to them with a tilt of his head. "My rounds will center around the medbay and lobby area, so I'll ensure you two aren't over your heads. I'll see you two momentarily."Kalishir huffed and puffed as he left. Sirrok seemed a little shaken by the idea, too, but he dutifully kept by his friend's side. The doors hissed as they shut behind them, leaving Jaxon and Pandæmonium behind. He also turned to leave but paused. Again, he touched her shoulder, but this time, the contact offered reassurance."I want to stay busy, you know," Pandæmonium stated. "These next four days...""I know," Jaxon responded. "But the last thing any of us need is our High Guard to wear herself ragged." He patted her shoulder. "Take the time. And go see him in the medbay before you find me to take your shift."That was an order, not a suggestion. Pandæmonium managed a dry laugh as Jaxon departed to fulfill his role in the coming hours. Now alone in the spacious Captain's Quarters assigned to them by Karnac himself, the High Guard stalked to her bag of belongings."Who are any of you to give me orders?" she laughed. But that was what made their relationship endearing. She was their High Guard, but they were her brothers. Despite these fancy titles bestowed upon them, they would look out for one another, like family.
Pandæmonium untied the pack and pulled out a set of black garments placed strategically at the top. Any other might have seen the clothes as sensual or crass with how little they covered. They were a gift from Tartarus years ago that she had never been able to enjoy until now. A reminder of the woman she could have been once, the woman he promised she could be one day when things finally changed. The woman she chose to be now. A piece of the home she lost, to continue into the home she would forge. |
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Post by 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭æ𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 on May 26, 2024 15:35:54 GMT -8
PRIVATE RP*
*Single Interaction Post
*** Aboard the Tûaradi—Within the Refreshers *** The walk from the captain's quarters to the refresher had been cathartic. Even with so many bodies piled and pushed together, scholars parted like a holy sea and allowed Pandæmonium easy passage to her destination. Some had even offered faint and respectful bows.
She wasn't just the High Guard, protector of the people, anymore. Now, she was the voice of the High Elder.
The thought sent a shiver crawling down her spine. The reverence of the people still didn't sit quite right with her. With her head held high, though, Pandæmonium offered several nods of acknowledgment towards those who seemed to seek it with their respectful gestures. When she finally reached the refresher, many ensured she would have privacy. From what she gathered, there was only one refresher on the whole ship. Their actions weren't necessary, but she was thankful nonetheless. She planned to be quick about it anyway.
Pandæmonium tucked her change of clothes into the corner before mercilessly stripping off the ceremonial garb and all its glory. The tiles beneath her feet felt cold. Cold—it had been so long since she had felt something other than the gritty earth, prickly grass, or rough wood and stone beneath her bare feet. Even longer since she had operated a shower instead of bathing in the boiled swamp water. It took her a frustratingly long second to get the showerhead to pour down on her and an even longer second before that water emitted the sought-after steam and heat.
If she could remember that moment for as long as she lived, it still wouldn't have been long enough. The way that fresh, scalding water poured over her, removing years of grime and blood. The way that the ritual paint turned to streaks of sapphire, gold, and ruby over her alabaster skin until the water ran clear. The steam filled her lungs; Pandæmonium hadn't breathed that deeply in over a decade.
In and out, she quietly scolded herself. Others waited to use this space, too.
Pandæmonium opened her eyes, blurry from the stream of water that rained over her. She took in another breath before reaching to shut the water off.
A thunderous noise filled her ears, like a single heartbeat of a battle drum. The bright white lights went utterly black, and for a moment, Pandæmonium panicked as though she had lost her eyesight. She blinked past the water, her whole dark world etched and outlined in light, as though light became shadow and shadow became light. She tried to turn, to run to get out...
A force like a racing landspeeder careened into her, pinning her against the stall's freezing wall. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe, and Pandæmonium desperately clawed at the hand she suddenly felt wrapped around her throat. Laughter rumbled, and she could have sworn she could hear a great wyrm's roar somewhere deep within that sickening sound.
Pandæmonium blinked, and the source's ghost flickered into vision. A towering male, his complexion frighteningly pale as if he was etched from the finest marble, donned armor crafted from a white dragon's scales. His clawed gauntlet around her throat held and pressed even more firmly against her. Eyes like twin suns burned deep into her, his gaze unrelenting like the twisted smile he proudly wore."Hy...per...ion..."She had never seen him before and never imagined he would bother to come to her in this form. But it was his presence, that overwhelming power she felt that day when Tartarus failed that rite. Pandæmonium growled as she fought, trying with all her might to kick up her feet and send this beastly human-like figure flying, but she struck nothing but air. His body wasn't natural or corporeal, so how could he...? Her futile attempts only further fueled his amusement."So this is the girl the mighty Summoner has chosen for a mate. A pity, and yet..." Hyperion stepped forward, his grasp on her throat relaxing if only to snag her jaw within his grasp, his clawed gauntlets clenching over her cheeks. He eyed her over and smirked. "...yet I look forward to consuming you once I'm finished with him. The panic in your eyes now, little girl. Oh-ho... It'll be tenfold once I wear his skin. I can almost... see it... taste it..."Pandæmonium felt an unnatural cold freeze her to the bone as Hyperion's breath ran hot against her ear. She could feel his nose against her temple as he breathed in deep, taking in her scent, her fear, her hatred that boiled in her veins. And as if he found that absolutely delectable, he tasted her, running his tongue over her cheek and drinking her in.
Her heart pounded so loud she couldn't hear anything but that battle drum urging her to fight. Again, she tried to thrash out, kick him, punch him, bite him, anything, but she struck absolutely nothing. She couldn't give up, though. She couldn't...
She realized she had been crying; Hyperion had reveled in the taste of her tears. Again, his laugh thundered, wracking her senses into oblivion. White covered the corners of Pandæmonium's vision, and just as swiftly, her body refused to do her bidding.
No... No... NO!
Another presence of female fury and storms rolled in, hidden but felt, and a stinging cry like fierce winds ripped through the air. Hyperion's laughter twisted into a cry of outrage. She felt herself tossed easily, like Hyperion was a child dissatisfied with its plaything. Her body would strike the mirrors on the other side. Glass would fall over her like shards of rain. And the pain... Every bone in her body would shatter as she hit the wall. Warmth like the shower's water would envelop her. It was thicker. Red. Blood. Her blood would stain her hair and skin. The last piece of warmth she would ever feel. Death should come swiftly. But it wouldn't. She couldn't.
No... Not like this...
She heard his laughter in her ears as her body hit the wall.
The battle drum pounded in her ears, but it wasn't a drum at all. It was just the sound of her heartbeat.
Pandæmonium held a hand against the shower's handle, the warm water beating against her back. She leaned forward, pressing her weight against it, and the water shut off. Another blink and her world shifted again back to normal. The light was light again; the shadow remained shadow. Within another second, she realized she wasn't breathing, and she gasped and gulped down the air. Pandæmonium's hands clutched at her throat when the weakness in her legs took over. Shaking, the Echani warrior sunk to her knees, sobs trying to steal her breath away again.
If this was Hyperion here... then what was Tartarus dealing with...?
The thought melded with this recent vision and shot an overwhelming pang of nausea through her. She was so weak, though, she couldn't push herself back to her feet. So she clawed her way towards the toilets and dragged her pathetic body to the next stall over. She barely made it before her control was absolutely annihilated, retching every content in her stomach into the bowl.'Easy, Tavi love...'Her sobs nearly broke out again as Tartarus reached out to her with such peace and endearment. She didn't have the strength to push herself up to meet the source of the voice. But she could do more than just hear him. She could feel him, his hands brushing her soaking hair from her face and running down her back to soothe and comfort her.
'He feeds off of this kind of fear... Don't let him win...'
Pandæmonium wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took a deep, shaken breath. She had to steady herself."I won't... He won't... I promise."Her words might have been shaken, but her conviction was as strong as durasteel. On her life, Hyperion wouldn't win this war. Judging by Tartarus's words of equal warning and reassurance, this wouldn't be the first time Hyperion would breach the veil to find her, to torment her. She wouldn't let him have this satisfaction again. Tartarus seemed to understand, and with a gentle chuckle, his presence slowly drifted away, but not before the softest touch against her shoulder. She could have sworn it was his lips, a gentle kiss of reassurance.
By the time Pandæmonium finished, dressed in her sparring gear, and left the refresher, she had wholly composed herself. Not a single soul would know what had happened. |
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Post by 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 on May 29, 2024 17:41:19 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
For the medbay attendants, the next few hours had gone by in a blur. Hemlock had repeated, repeated, and repeated his instructions mercilessly until the other acolytes understood the readings on the displays. He knew better than to try and instruct them on how to operate some of the machines and tools yet. Eventually, they each had their assigned tasks; although they were all less-than-graceful, they hobbled around each other, avoiding wires and displays and other medical equipment. Hemlock had to give up while they were ahead. His ever-building headache was evident by how he would turn his back to everyone, massage his temples, or pinch the bridge of his nose every so often.
At least the Chirurgeon seemed to be in a better mood now that she had her written charts, salves, and dried herbs to keep her occupied. Hemlock graciously accepted any small victory. It had only been hours, though. A fraction of time in comparison to the four days ahead.
He thought they were finally starting to get into the swing of things when the High Guard came in. He blinked at her, stunned by her rather drastic change in uniform, which sent a fiery sneer from her towards his direction. She hadn't bothered to ask permission when she approached Lord Tartarus and sat by him. Hell, even if he wanted to, Hemlock wouldn't risk the bloody nose that would have followed. The rest of the acolytes shared the same sentiment, although the girls still watched the High Guard sheepishly.
When Pandæmonium approached Lord Tartarus's bed, though, everything had gone haywire. The displays suddenly revealed life, although it still wasn't pretty. It sent a shockwave of movement throughout the medbay by everyone—all except the Chirurgeon, who had just stood there with a knowing smirk.
Hemlock hadn't bothered to ask. These people and their cryptic magicks and rituals—binding each other to one another. It was absurd. Instead, he ushered a few idle commands to ensure that their future High Elder's vitals could be logged with this newest development. He then dared to ask the Echani girl if she would be willing to remain for a few moments longer. She seemed grateful for the task, to which Hemlock noted her odd disposition since these outsiders arrived. Pandæmonium was typically a hard cookie to crack since his arrival to Abyssos. She was a strong warrior who seemed to be in the infirmary every other week. There was always something off about her, though, as if she wasn't always wholly there. Now, she was present in every way, but there was something about her that was equally sharp as she was soft. Almost like she would be the first to quite literally tear his head from his shoulders but then apologize and comfort him after the fact.
Hemlock shook the thought from his head as he left the medbay to take the short reprieve he needed. There was someone he needed to apologize to, too. So long as the High Guard was there, the High Elder's heir would be in good hands, at least enough to tie up one loose end that would bug him until he fixed it.
Hemlock trudged through the packs of people gathered in small units throughout the ship. Most would have gotten lost from Point A to Point B, but this was a much smaller ship than the battleships and space stations Hemlock had frequented years ago.
Flashbacks overcame him. Stormtroopers and blaster fire and chaos. He had barely escaped with his life. Others hadn't been so lucky and probably wished for death once it was all over. He could have hidden out on Haruun Kal for the rest of his years without anyone knowing. That had been the plan, after all. There was no way his luck would continue that way on Roon. He would have to keep his head down for as long as luck let him.
Hemlock had been so overwhelmed that he hadn't realized he passed through the threshold of the cockpit. He lifted his head and blinked. Just how long had he been standing there with his head in the clouds, looking like a buffoon? He cleared his throat and straightened his spine and looked at each person present in the room, starting with Karnac ."If all systems are operational and our trajectory shows no immediate signs of obstructions, I request a private word with Ly-..."Hemlock swallowed, choking out her name. Too informal. That was definitely a way to get shot. Again, he glanced about the cockpit until he figured out where she sat."...with the co-pilot."Hemlock rigidly nodded towards Karnac and then Jonas, who he dutifully noted was in the pilot's seat. His eyes glanced to Lassix in the gunner's chair. Oh, she would definitely be the type to throw him in the airlock and blast his imploded corpse as they passed by. He nodded respectfully towards her, too, as if he could prevent that doom by that single gesture.
Hemlock clenched his teeth together as he prepared to be denied his request, if anything for just stumbling in here like an absolute idiot. At least he could say he tried. |
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Post by Karnac on May 30, 2024 1:24:37 GMT -8
The quartet were talking among themselves, discussing the next four days and why was to come when Hem unknowingly entered the cockpit. All chairs turned towards him as each of them gave off silent stares towards the man lost on his own thoughts. Karnac has stated that if any of them were needed, they would be here, hence why the door was open and none spoke out against his arrival.
It was a solid thirty seconds of silence before the man realized his location and the eyes upon him. It was then he stood straight and addressed them, an awkwardness in his voice, especially when he stopped himself from calling out Lynne’s name and instead her position on the ship. The zabrak raised an eyebrow as he glanced from Hem, to Lyne, then back to Hem. Lifting his left arm up to rest on the arm of his chair, head settling into as a finger lay on his temple and crossing his left leg over his right, he smirked a bit.
"You wish to speak with Lyne, do you? What could you need her for? Perhaps you wish to give her a…full examination? I certainly don’t mind, but please keep things quiet. We have a long trip and I don’t want people becoming uncomfortable at the sounds of…strange noises.” He had seen Hem with the Chirurgeon’s group and figured he was versed in medicinal knowledge, not to mention what Lyne had spoken about after reaching hyperspace. And with how awkward he seemed in the moment, he couldn’t help but tease him a bit.
Lyne gave a sigh at the comment and shook her head.
"If there should be any concerns about strange noises, it would be in regards to you and Lassix. Even with the doors shut and us on the other side of the ship, it’s sounds like we are stuck in there with you. Thank the Force we don’t have to see it." Proving she could tease him on equal footing, the Zabrak looked almost hurt at the comment before giving a laugh and waving her on. Standing she led Hem from the cockpit, turning the corner enough that within that small hall they were free from prying eyes either way.
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Post by 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖘 on May 30, 2024 14:42:55 GMT -8
CLOSED RP
Hemlock maintained his firm, rigid stance even as Karnac spat jests at him. Even the healer's expression remained stern, and his aura gave off his history in some kind of legion or army. However, even he couldn't hide the fierce heat that colored his whole face. Jokes or not, he had only just met everyone on this crew. To already make such a crude remark as that...
Abyssos might have been primitive. These people were absolute barbarians.
Luckily, Lyne at least appeared unbothered by the comment and shut it down with her jab back. Unfortunately, it left Hemlock with the flicker of an unpleasant thought he didn't need. His gaze glanced towards Lassix and then back to Karnac, neither of whom Hemlock wanted to look at now. So he found Lyne instead and focused on her with his last bit of strength.
Hemlock had already found himself in a tricky position. A little voice in his head told him he could have jabbed back, joining Lyne in some fashion or another. A much louder, seizing voice warned him that was very much how to get himself thrown out of the airlock.
Instead, Hemlock cleared his throat.
"If I'm being honest, a full examination isn't a bad idea..." Only then did Hemlock let his gaze find Karnac, and his expression revealed only the utmost seriousness. "...for all of you." He barely held back a smirk as he elaborated. "Speaking from experience, there are a number of illnesses you could have contracted. We wouldn't need some deadly virus or brain-eating parasite to use you four as hosts. It would be an unfortunate turn of events for your faction if you unknowingly bring something back with you and create an endemic."
Hemlock was only partially joking. Days after being accepted into Abyssos, a fever ravaged him. He was down for weeks, and recovery wasn't a smooth or simple process either. Granted, several other factors contributed to his circumstances, but they didn't need to know that.
"Thank you for the reminder, Elder-Slayer. I'll meet with the Chirurgeon to arrange the details after Lyne and I conclude our conversation."
Hemlock's emphasis on the Chirurgeon's name revealed an unspoken threat. He wouldn't elaborate on that point, though. He'd let him find that out the hard (and uncomfortable) way when it came time. And now, that time would come, whether or not Karnac and his crew wanted it. With his own piece now placed on the dejarik table, Hemlock simply offered Karnac a faint nod before he followed Lyne at her side.
That adrenaline rush from jesting back at Karnac's expense drained from Hemlock far too quickly, though. Lyne brought the two past the cockpit threshold, and Hemlock wouldn't have been surprised if she quipped at him before turning on a heel and shutting the doors behind her. Much like he did to her earlier. As disappointing as it would have been, he very much would have deserved it.
Yet, she surprised him. Her question sounded sharp, at least to his ears, but at least she was speaking to him.
"I deserve that."
Maybe he was reading too much into it. However, Hemlock lowered his gaze from Lyne and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
"I don't need anything, per se. But if you can stomach standing here with me for a moment, I would like to have an open ear and your undivided attention for... thirty seconds?" |
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