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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 12:56:58 GMT -8
Han turned slightly to look at Z'har as he arrived to the Hangar Bay. He was slightly surprised to hear the news regarding Juuma's departure from the crew. Slightly less so when it came to Ni'na. While it would have been usual to spend some time trying to understand it, Han figured the Gungan was old enough to make his own decisions. If Juuma felt he needed to take some time away from the crew, then he would return when the time was right I'm in it for the long haul... Surprised you stuck around... Apparently his translator was choosing to play nice today
Han then turned to watch as Clem stumbled his way into the hangar bay. Where ever the human went, he always seemed to cause a catastrophe. Thankfully the damage done to the things he touched wasn't too critical. Han watched the mouse droid scamper away as Clem made his way across the cargo bay and leaned on the X-wing Watch it kiddo! The voice this time seemed a little more gruff and like a disgruntled old man. He then turned back to Z'har as the Zabrak asked about the crew recruiting requirements Someone nice and willing to work to earn their keep. If you trust 'em, she'll trust 'em... the translator unit had become a little more {Scottish} for that last moment
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 21:02:31 GMT -8
Z'har shrugged.
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I'm not heading any place in particular, so the best way to get there is staying right here. What about you two? What are your plans?
With the captain having her own quarters, the Jawa sleeping off the hanger, & his own stuff in the room off the medical bay, only one of the eight normal crew quarters was being occupied. Though Z'har wasn't really sure what role the klutzy man filled. Judging from the general mix they would need someone good with people & someone big enough to serve as trouble deterrent just by walking in the room. Another general mechanic wouldn't hurt. General help with cargo moving wouldn't hurt either.
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Post by Clem on May 31, 2017 9:16:23 GMT -8
Clem Pulled out a datapad he had on him and poked through a few options before speaking up.
I was Planning on heading into town, my medical records indicated I had some work done around here. Figured I might be able to track some information down about myself.
I suppose I could keep an eye out for any potential talent that could prove useful. Although I'm not necessarily sure the best method to recruit them, I know my own appearance was rather... non standard. He shook his head, chuckling slightly, at his latest understatement.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 11:47:43 GMT -8
So, it seemed like the trio of them were the only ones sticking around that had joined/forced their way onto the crew. Well, that just meant they each had to bring back someone to replace lost crew members and perhaps expand their merry little band somewhat. Han climbed down off the Starfighter, briefly glancing towards the old cockpit as he debated what to do with the thing. For the time being he might leave it, and obtain parts once they got back to Honoghr I'm in it for the long haul. Three sometimes terrible meals a day and a place to sleep is better than nothing... What part of that he meant to say was hard to tell. But Han could just blame it upon his faulty unit. Perhaps he would need to get it repaired soon Might go for a walk and make some friends I think...
With that, Han checked his saber hilts were there. Mon Calamari might be an Alliance world, but when it came to crew recruitment and areas Han tended to frequent, there was always danger. He then dipped his hat to Clem and Z'har before making his way down the loading ramp and headed off through the spaceport to get out into the city itself
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 16:58:55 GMT -8
Z'har shrugged as the jawa left the two of them alone.
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I'm not particularly fond of doctors, so I think I will strike out on my own. Think I might check out the local red light district.
Z'har left the hypocrisy of that statement just wallow there, as he had partly been hired to fill the medic role on the ship. He didn't have any particular interest in the things for sale in the red light areas, but they tended to attract the best bouncers & hopefully he could poach one of them for the crew. The wonderful thing about his own build was that he could easily rub shoulders & fit in with the bouncer crowd, he had even worked a few seasons as one in his youth.
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Post by Clem on May 31, 2017 17:28:40 GMT -8
Clem glanced over at Z'har's comment, but shrugged it off.
I would rather have a doctor that hates doctors, than a doctor that hates patients. He murmured loud enough For Z'har to hear him.
Well in any case, I hope your endeavors are successful. Clem nodded to Z'har and proceeded to head down the loading ramp, in a bit of a tumble as he tripped at the top of it. He stood quickly, shook his head, and proceeded on his way.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 19:24:21 GMT -8
It didn't take Z'har long to reach the red light district. They usually tended to be fairly close to the local spaceport. A short while after that & he found himself in front of a lurid hole in the wall proudly labeled as 'The Cave' in a very bright pink font. The bouncer at the front was a huge Herglic. Z'har was easily considered large for a human. The smallest herglic he had ever met still towered over him by a good half a meter. The also tended to be nearly as wide as they were tall. This particular example had a network of thin line tattoos forming a nearly solid green face mask. They were also wearing a suit of bright red powered armor that was every definition of overkill that Z'har knew. Instead of going inside like most of the patrons, Z'har leaned up against the wall next to the bouncer & started shooting the breeze in herglic trade cant.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 6:26:44 GMT -8
While Z'har had headed for the red light district, Han was aiming to take a different approach and headed for the closest spacer cantina. Many a crew had their origins within a cantina. Han hoped he would just be as lucky with some new crew to add to the Serene Moondancer. It did not take him long after leaving the spaceport and traveling a few buildings to find such a place. From the outside, it looked much the same as any other building in Foamwander City. Although, there was definitely fewer windows permitting the outside light in. There was also a giant sign strung above the entrance reading The Hyperlane To Hell. It certainly wasn't the strangest named place he had ever been. But it would certainly meet his needs, of that he was sure. So, without hesitation, Han made his way inside the Cantina.
It was not long before he was assaulted with all the familiar scents and sounds that accompanied the traditional Cantina. A Jizz band was playing over in the corner, whilst people were seated around the room in booths and at the main bar, drinking all manner of beverage. It almost felt like he was home again as he made his way over to an empty booth and took a seat. Whilst he was here to try and find new crew members, he first needed to scout out what the field was like. There would be no use in hiring someone who turned out to be the least qualified candidate or had a penchant for too much drink. To that end, and despite his somewhat faulty translator, he managed to order a drink of his own and put out some feelers with the staff. A barkeep and his waitresses were the most trustworthy information network in such situations.
What Han had not expected to happen, was to have this backfire on him. After all, one did not go into a Cantina on one world and expect to find people from another world there. Though, to say that he saw them was a mistake. They saw him, whilst Han remained unaware of their presence. It wasn't until he felt the prick in his arm, that he realized the danger. But by then it was too late, as he was stuffed into a burlap type sack Son of a beetch... Of all the things that could happen, even as he was being kidnapped his translator unit still malfunctioned. Sounding like a puppet in some galaxy far, far away
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Post by Clem on Jun 1, 2017 10:33:43 GMT -8
Clem certainly had less interesting trips to the hospital in his lifetime, not that he remembered all of them. He entered an empty lobby and walked up to a bored looking receptionist. He gave his name and details about what he was looking into, the receptionist shrugged and looked up his file to confirm identity and paused ever so slightly before directing him to a small room just outside of the lobby. Once he left the lobby and entered the room she made a couple of calls.
The first, to the doctor he wanted to talk to.
The second to security.
Clem’s chat with the doctor was brief. He didn’t remember too much about Clem’s appearance other than his rather disastrous departure. The secretary had informed him of her plans to have security waiting outside the room when he was done so a repeat of the event didn’t occur. The doc informed him that he didn’t have much of a memory for such things anyway, but an aid he had at the time might remember more. Looking slightly uncomfortable he admitted she was now working at some sort of bar or such and that he thought it was called “The Den” or something of the sort, and that he would be looking for Penny.
To change the subject and get out of there, he opened his datapad and assumed a more business type tone. He reviewed quickly what Clem had come in for and covered in his medical expenses then proceeded to inform him that he owed a couple thousand credits for damages on his way out, giving a list of things he had managed to damage before managed to leave before anyone could stop him. At this point he called in the security team outside the door and order him to pay up and get out.
He was escorted back to the lobby to pay the receptionist and then out the door.
Within minutes the receptionist was bored again.
A few hours later Clem managed to find his way over to a place called “The Cave”. He didn’t have any luck at The Den, The Hole, or the grotto. Muttering at the annoyance of the inaccuracy of the information he had given he stopped to check his reflection in a nearby window to ensure he didn’t have his usual disheveled appearance. He looked over to the entrance and saw a rather odd Herglic conversing with someone on the other side of it. He entered the club and could immediately tell why the doctor and given him a vague description. After all the doctor was married.
He set his eyes to the bar and walked up to place an order. The barkeep was a bit busy placing other orders so he waited, keeping his eyes on the selection of alcohol they had on display. He ordered his drink with a slight bit of confusion, ordering a not full glass of Corellian ale, he tossed down a few extra credits inquiring about Penny. The barkeep raised an eyebrow slightly and proceeded to tell Clem to talk to her owner in the back corner. Clem sneezed when the barkeep had said her, so he thought he was being told to talk to the owner of the bar. He thanked the bartender who pocketed the extra creds and wandered off to fill more orders. Clem turned around on the bar stool sipping his ale and spotted the Korunnai that the barkeep had pointed out. He took another sip before starting his way over, cautiously weaving his way through the crowd.
The Korunnai in question was known as Mace fury and he had been in the game for a while. He watched as Clem approached and immediately spotted for the novice he was. He hid his grin, he was going to be able to have fun messing with someone again tonight.
Clem saw he had his attention so he sat across from him and started in.
I was told I would need to speak to you about your employee Penny. Mace already had to stop himself from laughing at the man. Who was even more clueless then he expected. I was hoping you would allow me to talk with her for at least a few minutes, and I would cover the time she would lose elsewhere.
Completely oblivious this man was, Mace thought to himself.
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Well as long as your cover the time I have no arguments about it.He said struggling to hide his Grin. Since you are asking by name you do realize it is going to cost extra right. He named the price for the base time, and informed him that she was with another customer at the moment, hiding again a smirk. And that he would have to wait.
Clem paused a few seconds, he hadn’t quite expected the price but this could be the only chance he could get to talk with Penny. He nodded handed over the credits and headed back over to the bar.
Behind him Mace was laughing along with his group.
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Han was barely conscious as he was carried in the bag from the Cantina. He could not even begin to work out where he was being carried let alone how much time had elapsed. The bag prevented him from seeing, and the drugs meant he was fading in and out. However, the one thing he was sure of, was that they had not gone back to the spaceport and left the planet. He could make out a change of atmosphere though, with more red light seeping into a small hole in the bag. It wasn't much longer, before they arrived to their destination, marked by a slowing of pace before he felt his abductor come to a stop. By then, the small dosage had started to wear off, and Han was able to brace himself as the bag was swung around and upended, tossing the Jawa out onto the floor. He then heard multiple clicks as several rifles were cocked and aimed at him, dissuading him from reaching for his sabers.
Han found himself in a back room area, surrounded by a number of guards of various species all aiming guns at him. Directly in front, was a human that appeared to be someone rather important. Perhaps a lieutenant type of person for a gang. And right next to him, was a hologram of a bald human he knew as Obadiah Bridges. An old work colleague of his, whom he had departed from on less than amicable terms :: Well if it isn't my good friend, Han Der. It's been a long time buddy. You're not an easy person to find... :: Obbie... This thing still malfunctions after what you did to me... :: It's a damn shame I didn't have the job finished! We were meant to be a team! You and I! :: I didn't like selling my soul for corporate greed... :: You don't have a soul! You're a mutated rat! :: Then I guess you only lost the thing that made you human... Obadiah merely sneered down at Han. The Jawa's insolence doing nothing but to annoy him more :: Well, considering what I'm about to do to you when I get there, it's a good thing I'm not human anymore... Toss him somewhere secure! :: "Right on homey! I'll get it done!" The holo image of Obadiah then disappeared, as a pair of guards grabbed Han by his arms and started dragging him out of the room and down along a hallway...
Penny could hardly remember how many years she had been, as many polite folk called it, whoring herself out. To her, sex was sex, an activity to be done and enjoyed. Whether that enjoyment came from being paid enough for her services or because there was the occasional customer who knew just how to hit all of the right spots, mattered not to her. Money was money, and she needed it if she intended to make it through another day. After she had lost her job at the hospital, she'd been left with no means of employment. It was then, that Mace Fury had found her on the streets. He hadn't been a cruel person, but he certainly was not the most kind person around either. Perhaps one day she might be free of him. But until then, she could only continue to work for him.
Speaking of the man, Penny was just finishing up with one client who she had been giving a strip show to, when Mace had motioned to her. Apparently he had already found some new client for her to entertain. Though, judging by the smile on his face and those around him, she had a bad feeling about this next assignment. She walked up and stopped in front of him"Yes boss?""I've got some fresh blood for ya!""Who?""That sucker over there! He asked for you by name..."Mace then pointed over to a man sitting at the bar. Penny turned around to see who it was. Her mood then noticeably improved a few moments later as the man turned his head to the side and she recognized who it was. Mace sensed this change in mood, and grinned even wider. There was something of a deeply sadistic side to Mace"I've not seen him in a while...""Be sure to give him a good time yeah? He paid well for your sweet ass... He expects the full package..."Penny gave Mace a knowing, yet mischievous, wink then. She found it hard to believe that someone like Clem would be paying to get the full experience from a stripper like her. But she would play Mace's little game for now. She made her way over to the bar then. She snuck up behind Clem, before slipping a hand down on to his back side"Hi handsome. I hear you were looking for me... Let's take this somewhere more quiet..."Before he could even respond, Penny gripped his wrist and pulled Clem out of his seat and across to a set of doors, which lead to a back hallway. But she did not stop, as she continued to drag him along down the hallway, and then into a room. Just about yanking him inside purely by accident, before she locked the door. She then leant back against the door, seductively running a finger down the open slit of her bodysuit"I never expected this to be how we would meet again..."
As Han as dragged down the hallway, he watched with astonishment as he swore he saw a scantily clad blue twi'lek dragging Clem into a room. Of all the things he had expected to see, Clem paying for a stripper was not one of those things. And a very beautiful stripper at that. Sure, she was paid. But how that sweet innocent fool had managed to hire her was beyond him. Surely it was some mistake. However, Han was not given much time to ponder the situation any more, as he was tossed into a room, with the door being locked behind him. Today was becoming quite the tossing event for him. He brushed himself off as he stood up and examined the room, which appeared to be a storage room of some kind
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 14:23:21 GMT -8
Z'har had been talking with Brick, actual name Olwen, for about an hour. He was actually making fairly good progress & the giant herglic was complaining about the pimp that ran the place. He was somewhat surprised when the klutzy man from the ship entered the line & was shortly waved through. He knew he shouldn't but he had never been one to resist easy info. Outwardly, his conversation continued as normal. Inwardly however, a series of data probes breached the rather laughable security in the club. Before the man even reached the bar, Z'har was tapped into a live feed from every one of the cameras in the club, including the hidden ones to the back rooms. His second surprise was the jawa from the ship being held in the back room. From the look of it the jawa wasn't there willingly.
He didn't want to blow his cover by collecting them both, but he was starting to formulate a plan. One that would require the use of the large bouncer. It would however require cunning. Fortunately, he had already been baiting the waters of their conversation in order to recruit the bouncer anyway.
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Post by Clem on Jun 1, 2017 14:51:25 GMT -8
Clem remained at the bar for a few minutes. He thought he saw some activity over by Mace and began to turn but saw the bartender about to refill his glass. So he turned back to stop him, the bartender looked up and over remembering the previous inquiry and saw Penny walking over to Clem. Incorrectly figuring Clem had seen her he nodded and continued walking down the bar. He was Just reaching for his glass again when suddenly there was a hand on his rump and a voice in his ear, the next thing he knew he was being hauled out of his seat by a blue Twi'lek. He assumed correctly that this was Penny but the suddenness of her arrival and their departure from the bar, not to mention her hand placement, caught him completely off guard.
His hand still half on his glass caused it to slip off the edge of the bar and land on the now vacated stool, spilling its contents onto the floor. This unfortunately went unnoticed by a waitress who was passing by causing her to slip with her tray full of drinks spilling all over a nearby patron who tried unsuccessfully to jump out of the way, instead he jumped backwards into a man behind him who had just a little to much to drink and was trying to stand as his friend had just been leaning forward to tip the nearby stripper. The drunken man in trying to restore his balance instead lost it grabbing onto his friend sending him toppling right into the stripper.
By this time Penny had already all but dragged Clem into the hallway in the back so the chaos went unnoticed by them. Mace however, was roaring with laughter at all of it, especially the bewildered expression on Clem's face as he was dragged by.
In the hallway to the backrooms Clem had nearly regained his balance. He failed to notice Han being dragged off to another room by a couple thugs, before Penny threw open a door and pulled Clem off balance again, he toppled into the room landing on a round bed of sorts. Having finally stopped, he turned sitting on the edge of the bed hearing her comment on them meeting again. His first question answered unexpectedly he stumbled around for what he was going to ask next.
Well uh... that answers that question. You do at least remember me. He hesitated briefly, his head still reeling from the sudden and unsuspected departure from the bar. This wasn't exactly how he had planed a simple talk about the past, meeting to go. I was hoping that maybe you could fill in some blanks for me? He asked hopefully, in a mannerism completely different than what the purpose of this room was for.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:47:11 GMT -8
Han moved several boxes around, opening them to check their contents. It wasn't long before he had amassed a small collection of items. To those watching, it would seem like a random assortment of pieces. But to Han, everything had been carefully chosen for one purpose. He got to work a few moments later, piecing everything together. Having seen Obadiah again had inspired Han to finish the one final project he had been working on before he left. His datapad contained all the programming he had been working on, as well as the designs for it. It would be the greatest way to insult Obadiah to finish this one last project and use it to escape. The rough design was already starting to take shape in a half sphere
Penny dropped her arms to her side and slowly walked towards the bed, her strut bespoke of someone used to seducing men. She sat down next to Clem, leaning against his side and resting her head on his shoulder. So he really was here just to talk. In some respect, she was a little disappointed, but at the same time, relieved
"Of course I remember you. How could I not... especially after the way you left the place... I mean, I have a fairly good memory for people, but you are hard to forget. So what do you want to know?"
She turned her head then to look across at Clem, curious to see how he would react
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Post by Clem on Jun 4, 2017 17:58:24 GMT -8
Clem watched apprehensively as Penny approached. He was not entirely sure how she was going to react when she heard he just wanted to talk, especially after she dragged him away from the bar in the way she did. He was a bit tense when she sat down and leaned against him until she mentioned his departure, at which point he groaned, looking away slightly.
Anything you might remember. At some point one of my head injuries knocked some of my memories loose. That's one of the reasons I'm here. I stopped in at the RDMC to get replacements for my prosthetic eyes, the medical records there indicated some work was done here. Dr. Beasley told me to look for you… although he didn’t really give me accurate directions.
He looked back to her waiting for a response, still uncomfortable with his position, but not quite sure how to extract himself from it.
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Penny slipped her left arm around Clem's right arm, tightening her grip upon him. She could sense her positioning was making him uncomfortable, which made it all the more fun as she invaded his personal space. A part of her was a little saddened to hear that he had lost most of his memories. She was perhaps a little more hurt than usual that he had forgotten her. Especially since she so vividly remembered him. But there wasn't anything she could do to change the past. All she could do was tell him what she remembered
"Anything I remember... Well, we'd be here for a lot longer than what you paid for sweet heart... I'm not surprised that Dr. Beasley was rather vague with details. I'm not sure his wife would appreciate his visits here... nor do I think his colleagues would understand that he visits the workplace of a girl who they probably still all remember as being eighteen..."
Though, that wasn't an entirely true statement, since she had seen a handful of doctors here, and even seen to them herself. They liked to pretend they were all virtuous souls, condemning their peers even as they, themselves, were spending their credits on harlots. Penny took a moment to breath then, before continuing
"I suppose I should get started, since time is wasting... Yes, you did get some work done here. Head trauma is something of a common theme for you, because it was involved with how we meet... I never did find out what you were doing on Mon Cal to begin with at the time. I just know that you were here, and that you saved my life... It was almost five years ago, when I was still working at the hospital. I was out one night on my way home, when this group of thugs descended upon me... Like a lot of people, they see a female Twi'lek and just imagine it is their force given right to use them for sex, regardless of age. They had me pinned down to the ground, and were about to start taking turns when you showed up... Never in my life had I been so glad to see a lightsaber..."
She could still vividly remember that day as if it had happened only moments ago. But for all the pain she was reminded of, it was all cancelled out by the good memories
"Suffice to say, it was a good thing the saber had scared the thugs. Because your... ungraceful display of swordsmanship and coordination would not have been enough. I'm fairly certain you caused more injuries to yourself, than you did to the thugs... But it was enough to scare them off. Thankfully they were gone before you passed out from the block that you somehow managed to hit yourself in the head with during your... display..."
She reached up with her right hand then, and touched the spot on his head where she remembered the block hitting. It had healed perfectly in the years since then
"After that, I managed to get you to the hospital where Dr. Beasley admitted you and performed some scans. Everything showed up as a minor head trauma, but that you would recover just fine... I will say, whilst I don't remember what you were on Mon Cal for, it must have been a hell of a fight, cause when I borrowed your coat, it did little to cover up what my torns clothes did not..."
Han meanwhile was still busy working upon the small spherical device he had started. Despite how little time had passed, he had already managed to make good progress on it, and was a little over halfway done
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 17:21:51 GMT -8
The klutzy man seemed more intent on talking that doing anything with the Twi'lek, but to Z'har's understanding, that was fairly common. He couldn't actually hear anything as microphones weren't installed in the rooms. If they had been looking up, he could have read their lips, but they both had their heads tucked down. As curious as he was, the man's mental troubles or hang ups weren't really his issue.
The jawa on the other hand was making extremely good progress on a device. From his own extensive history, Z'har could tell it was some kind of droid. But it wasn't a model he was familiar with. That either left a custom design, a prototype, or some extremely esoteric model that didn't see much use.
On his end, things were going very well. Within a few more minutes, Z'har would have Brick ready to dance any tune he would call. & he was planning on a real show stopper of a melody.
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Post by Clem on Jun 5, 2017 18:50:30 GMT -8
Clem was a little startled when Penny gripped his right arm and glanced down at their now interlocked arms quickly. He was about to ask her to not do that when she started speaking, it was sufficient a distraction that he looked back up. He let out a sharp exhale of a laugh and rolled his eyes about her assessment of Dr. Beasley. It had been made clear to him when he entered The Cave.
She then moved on quickly to what she knew about him mentioning his usual head injuries. When she stated that she had not heard why he had come to Mon Cal in the first place he deflated. He barely had time to consider his trip wasted before her next comment caught him completely by surprise.
He had saved her life, how, why? Questions popped into his head as she continued the story. The desperateness of her situation, and then his sudden appearance with his lightsaber. This intrigued him greatly. As it was he had trouble with the lessons in handling a lightsaber, opting to utilize a power cell for a training saber to minimize risk. Did he perhaps one upon a time not have such difficulties.
Apparently not. He closed his eyes at his foolish hopes, wincing in emotional foolishness. Due to this he missed her reaching up to touch the place where he managed to injure himself. He opened his eyes again when she touched him. A little surprised to feel her touching him in that spot. Correctly assuming that it was the location where he got hit in the head. She concluded the story quickly leaving him running over what had happened to him in the past. He couldn’t remember any of it.
Well I am glad at least my presence proved beneficial to you. I don’t remember any of it but… He hesitated slightly. How you describe it, it sounds exactly like me. He said slightly embarrassed to admit it. He considered asking her where this all took place, but figured it to be a poor idea. The local authorities may have still had a record on file but that wasn’t a guarantee. He hadn’t intended on it but he spoke his thought process quietly aloud. He was lost in thought and was looking past Penny into the nothingness of the wall beyond her. I wonder if locations, or repeating any actions would help me remember something…
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Penny chuckled at Clem's assessment of his own long forgotten actions. The man was a clutz, but the fact he had saved her life had endeared him to her. Whether that was just as a close friend or as something more, was quite uncertain. Clem had left in such a rush last time, that she'd never quite had the time to consider it. Penny had already dropped her free hand down to rest upon his right prosthetic leg as he began to think aloud, giving Penny something of an idea. It was both amusing and helpful at the same time, as she fiddled with the controls that would release the locks
"I must say, the way you left the hospital made me really wonder just how much damage that minor trauma had really caused, or if perhaps your actions had all just been a fluke that day... Maybe we'll never know..."
Penny stood up from the bed then, half forcing Clem to stand up as well since she still kept herself attached to his arm
"Perhaps this will help..."
With that, she pushed Clem away from herself as she left go of his arm. It was a risky move, but if Clem thought it might work, who was she to doubt his opinion. Besides, she still remembered enough of her first aid skills to help save him
Han was almost entirely oblivious to the world around him, as he mashed together the various parts. He connected his datapad into the main board and started loading the operating system into the droid. He could have perhaps freed himself earlier if he had just used some of the parts to make a quick hacking tool. But time was on his side. Obadiah would still be a few hours if not days away, and if Han was missing too long, he could only hope that his fellow crew mates would come looking for him
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Post by Clem on Jun 6, 2017 12:40:12 GMT -8
Clem snapped back to reality from his thoughts when Penny started to speak. She had a point saying that they might never know, he had resolved himself to that fact before he left Felucia. He hardly had time to consider this when she stood, pulling himself up with her. He was just thinking that if she kept pulling him around like this someone, likely him, would get hurt. Then she gave him a bit of a shove.
Hey! That was all he had time to say before his natural reaction to take the correcting step with his right leg occurred. He hadn't noticed she had disconnected it so when he attempted to step the leg did nothing more than fold up his pant leg. The resulting overbalance caused him to reach out for the nearest thing to grab, which happened to be a dresser. Managing to stop his fall he started to look over his shoulder to say something to Penny while trying to right himself, unfortunately this caused the dresser to tilt off the wall. He fell face down to the floor as the dresser continued to topple. Knowing it was falling he rolled to his back and focused on the dresser reaching out with the force to stop it before it landed on him. This, for the main part, worked, but the dresser opened spilling its contents all over him. With the dresser now hovering only inches from him he took a second to spit out the cloth that fell into his mouth before calling out to Penny.
Penny! Don't touch the dresser and move over to the door... Quickly!
He waited until he heard he moving by the door before acting, focusing on moving the dresser further off him, enough so that a pair of arms could be seen from underneath the pile of "clothing." He hovered the dresser until it was clear from him and dropped it with a crash on the other side of the room. The crash would be loud enough to be heard in the neighboring rooms, and was enough to set a box next to the now destroyed dresser humming. He then sat up looking over towards Penny, covered in clothing he hadn't bothered to look at, with a twisted up pant leg with a disconnected leg sticking out at an odd angle.
How exactly was that supposed to help? He sounded a bit annoyed when he said this.
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Graemon Gorgano
New Rebel Alliance
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Affiliation: Free Worlds Navy
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jun 6, 2017 13:59:11 GMT -8
A shuttle landed as the designated zone where Rear-Admiral Jemad Zhundilt would disembark. A squad of Republic marines waited with the shuttle as the Duros awaits further contact with the Rebel Alliance leadership he contacted. It was rather interesting though to see Mon Calamari completely untouched. Thriving as if the Republic still stood and the First Order was absolutely nothing.
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