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Post by Jago on Jul 11, 2013 10:09:18 GMT -8
~ The question hit him like a brick. He almost felt his heart completely stop as Tebana stabbed him in the chest with the gentle accusation that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as in control of himself and his emotions as he wished he was. Jago's mouth refused to work as he tried to come to the words he needed to explain how this time was ... different.
Being reminded of his break-up with Ksandra was ... painful. The barbs they had thrown at one another towards the end had been nothing short of nasty. He had called her a coward and over-controlling. She labeled him obsessed and irrational. It had taken days before they could even speak to one another and end their relationship on mutual terms. She needed time away afterwards and, with that small, sad smile of hers, she left. The only thing Jago took solace in that exchange was that at least, at the end, they came to the similar conclusion that things wouldn't work. There was no bad blood at the finish, no anger and fury. Just a sorrowful acceptance that maybe the Galaxy was trying to warn them that the path they were walking was going to lead to nothing but regret and pain. He received a holomessage from here every now and then, at least to let him know she was still okay. Jago took a grateful misery in those brief words, noting that they so often reminded him of exactly how she spoke to him when they were involved.
He sighed.
" Let me tell you a story, Tee."
He hopped gingerly off the bed, forcing his legs to support his weight for a moment before leaning back against the medical mattress. Arms folded behind him, he regaled Tebana.
" There was a girl that cared very deeply for me. So much so that she challenged my every ideal and belief because she could not have the indifference to not care. Her and I fought and argued, and we never let those disagreements come between us. Who we were, what we stood for. And I loved her, Tebana. I loved her passion and zeal for her way of life, the way she carried herself. I loved that shrouded in darkness, she burned bright. I loved that she saw the best and worst of me, and forced me to look at what was important, look beyond my own preconceptions and find truth and serenity in knowledge."
Jago's eyes met Tebana's gaze back, unwilling to back down. Many times he had shied from that stern look when he knew he was in the wrong.
Not this time.
" Lita doesn't let me lose myself. She reminds me every second that I'm around her who I am, what I do, what I'm believing in and fighting for. She won't let me forget it, whether it's mentioning her past as a Sith, or forcing me to see that not everything can be viewed from my perspective. She was so upset with me that I wound up here because of her: Knowing her, she would have wanted me to back off, or get someone else, or even just run."
He shook his head, a small grin playing at the corners of his lips.
" Are her and I absolutely perfect for one another, and it's a match made in The Force? I don't know. Never much adhered to destiny or star-crossed lovers. But I know I like her: I find her enthralling, so ... strong. In her will, her beliefs, the way she carries herself. And even after knowing how proud and stubborn she can be sometimes, she still has always put me above her own wants and needs."
Jago began to try and walk around the bed, just to get the blood pumping again to his extremities and remember what his soles felt like on the cold ground. Sitting still was not his forte, but he kept talking.
" I told her I loved her. Once. Before she came here. Before Kassy and I walked away. You know what she did, Tee?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
" She got angry with me. Angry that I would ever think such a thing, angry because she wanted to protect me from that emotion because she was under the impression that it would ruin my 'perfect' relationship with Ksandra. She's looking out for me, Tebana. Constantly. And yes, maybe I'm a bit rash sometimes, and I don't think, and maybe I get a little flustered around her, and I don't necessarily have the best history when it comes to my list of exes, and yes, I know exactly why you're worried, and Dav is worried, and everyone is worried."
His eyes held Tebana's and lost their vindication, their need to be just and correct. They glowed in a gentle warmth, a rolling passion in The Force that spoke of tender affection and a suppressed desire that had been smoldering for the better part of a decade. Back to the first seconds on Iridonia, when a certain Zabrak promised she'd slay a white-haired Jedi if he took one more step towards her.
He'd been taking steps ever since. She still held her lightsaber at him, but that blade was wavering and looking for a reason to snap-off. Finally.
" I'll never know unless I try, Tebana. I missed my chance with her the first time, and I've always wondered what could have been. Could have saved her and myself a universe full of sorrow and ache. But ... I don't think we were ready, then. For that."
His metaphorical foot came down, his chin dipping ever so slightly to admit that he respected Tebana's concerns but was, frankly, disagreeing.
" I think we are now. It's going to take time, and a lot of work, and there's still a few issues between her and I, but I think it's now. I know it's now. She'll keep me safe, Tee: she always has, she'll continue to do so, I know her. You don't have to worry about that. And perhaps I can bring a bit of balance back to her life, too: show her she's not just another wanderer anymore. That she has someone that's planning to remain by her side, look out for her ... Give her a place to be. A place she belongs."~
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 11, 2013 10:43:20 GMT -8
She met his eyes throughout, listening, watching, and, as best as she could, understanding. When he finished, she cocked her head to the side. Her eyes searched his face, her mind and feelings reaching out to him, to search and comprehend. After a moment's silence, her head dipped, the long, thick waves of her hair dropping across her face, concealing those eyes, that delicate frown, those twin scars that drew the line from her cheek to her jaw. She turned away from him again, pacing into the open room.
A lot of what Jago had just said rang familiar with her. The details were different, the pieces of the puzzle, a different shape. But the picture, the essence of what he said, that truly was a familiar story.
"Lita doesn't let me lose myself. She reminds me every second that I'm around her who I am, what I do, what I'm believing in and fighting for. She won't let me forget it... forcing me to see that not everything can be viewed from my perspective."
"She'll keep me safe, Tee: she always has, she'll continue to do so..."
"And perhaps I can bring a bit of balance back to her life, too: show her she's not just another wanderer anymore. That she has someone that's planning to remain by her side, look out for her ... Give her a place to be. A place she belongs."
She'd stopped pacing in the centre of the room. Her head lifted again, her eyes turning to meet his own brilliant blues.
=Tebana Sor=
"Can she be saved? Can she be redeemed from the Dark Side?"
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Post by Jago on Jul 11, 2013 11:15:52 GMT -8
~ Jago thought about it for a moment. Just a moment.
" Yes. She came here, didn't she? When her and I first met, she couldn't even stomach the idea of speaking to a Jedi."
He smiled brightly. Almost a bit giddy; Giddy at the idea that she was here, on his home. On her own terms, her own volition, to boot.
" Look at her now. Living among us. She has a good heart ... hearts, Tee. Maybe it might be too much to see her become a Jedi? But I firmly believe she's taking her first steps to walk away from the Dark that's plagued her for most of her life. Lita has a lot of misconceptions about us. I think interacting with me, more ... It kind of helped her see that what she thought of when she pictured 'Jedi' is open to interpretation."
Jago rolled his head from side to side, musing the thoughts over.
" If you ask me? She doesn't need saving. She just needs to remember what it's like to step out of the shadows. Give her time: even if she decides ultimately that the Order is not for her, I guarantee you you've recently met potentially one of the most noble practitioners in The Force you'll ever see."
There was no wavering in his words: only conviction.~
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 11, 2013 13:55:48 GMT -8
She turned away from him again, her head dipping into the shadows of her own hair, her lips pressing together tightly. There was more silence for a moment or two, before she turned to him, and took the paces necessary to be standing before him.
=Tebana Sor=
"Just... be careful. I don't want to have to keep bringing you back from the edge of death."
She took his hands, holding them in hers, squeezing tightly, and stared into his eyes.
=Tebana Sor=
"And I'll do what I can to help you. To help her."
She gave him a small smile. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was Jago Pulastra's time. Perhaps Lita and he could have what she had been lucky enough to find with Dav.
There was a chance, right?
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Post by Jago on Jul 11, 2013 14:41:33 GMT -8
~ He smiled with her, wincing a bit as he curled his bandaged fingers around Tebana's.
" Thank you."
He held her palms, her eyes, for just a moment longer. Let her know how much that offer meant to him. Finally, he relinquished her, motioning towards the door.
" Let's get out of here," he offered, grinning a bit, " I need to get some meditation in. Doctor's orders."
The medbay was left after Tebana checked a few more vitals to ensure that Jago could be discharged, and once more the room that had witnessed so much emotion and a torrent of action and desperation was quiet ... For now. ~
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 12, 2013 5:28:04 GMT -8
 The Mandalorians have brought war to the Galaxy once more. Under the leadership of Mand'alor ASHRAH INTALBO, and his General CORR VHETT, they have begun a campaign against the Galaxy's Force Users. The Jedi World of Yavin IV was the first hit, a strike at one of the greatest Jedi strongholds. The Mandalorians took YAVIN STATION, the mighty orbital defence platform, thanks to a brilliant infiltration strategy by DUKE AUSTRALIS, and under the order of Jedi Master DAV MAN'SELL, the Jedi forces retreated from orbit. With the Jedi fleets scattered, the Mandalorians took their attack to the surface.
However, the Jedi defences were not so easily overcome. With starfighter cover lead by Jedi Master JAGO PULASTRA, and ground defences overseen by Jedi Knight ADI MATANGO and Falleen strategist TZA'UAX, the Jedi were able to force the Mandalorians to withdraw to orbit. However, the defence is not without sacrifice - redeemed former Dark Sider DACE CONCORDIA, at the beginning of his path to reclaim the mantle of Jedi, was slain by the Mand'alor in bloody, vicious combat.
Now the Mandalorians are settling in for a long siege on the Praxeum, blockading the planet and seeking constantly to take out the shield generator and ion cannons that form the backbone of the Praxeum's defence. Dav, Jago, and the other resident Jedi of Yavin lead the hard fought and desperate defence, whilst Adi, working with Master WILL SON'TIR and Jedi Knight DIAMONTE TUHLUTE, and the Jedi Watchmen, seeks to prepare the Jedi, and the worlds of the Republic, for the inevitable assault to come.... THE SIEGE
Day One The Jedi Praxeum had seen its share of combat. Ever since the Great Temple had been built, five millennia earlier, it had been the site of many a battle: the culmination of the Exar Kun war, which scarred the planet for centuries to come; the infamous Battle of Yavin, when the Death Star met its end; and after the Praxeum's founding, so many more, from the battle against the spirit of Exar Kun, and the campaign by Natasi Daala, and the attack launched by Desaan, to the Shadow Academy, and the Yuuzhan Vong war, and the forces of the Dread Lord Havok, and the Corruption.
The Jedi Praxeum was no stranger to conflict and war. Nonetheless, the Mandalorian assault had tested the Jedi defenders greatly, and, no doubt, greater challenges still faced the besieged Academy. The Great Temple - twice devastated, twice rebuilt - was already carrying wounds of the Mandalorian aggression, with at least one hole blown in its walls and pock-and-burn marks throughout the Praxeum.
The Hangar, the gardens, and the clearings beyond the walls may well have been the heart of the fighting during the initial invasion, but it was here, here in the Medical Centre that the pain was most felt. In the first hour of the land battle, sixty soldiers were brought to the medical centre to die. Things only got worse from there. As the battle outside ended with the arrival of the starfighter squadrons and the dawning of a new day, the battle for the lives in the medical centre was only just getting into it's opening sorties. Full to bursting, the doctors and medics and droids were run ragged in the desperate hope of saving just one or two more lives.... |
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 20, 2013 16:18:48 GMT -8
Pain. (peyn)
noun
1. physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc.
2. a distressing sensation in a particular part of the body.
3. mental or emotional suffering or torment.
Adelle was in it. Her will had weakened long ago and her body pulsed with the effects of shock.
Doctors, nurses, and technicians moved, stood, and worked with tired practice. Too many times the monitors displaying vital signs toned, thin lines streaming across the screen as flat as a piece of flimsy. Too many times, doctors tried and failed to energize life into their patients. Loss kept the Force rippling here.
Doctor Ymos It'Kla scanned the injuries of the Jedi as his current aides helped clear the affected areas of dirt and scorched fabric. He glanced back down at his datapad, reading over the quick notes their makeshift triage had been able to throw together. Severe burns, probably from napalm... Poor girl would be disfigured the rest of her life. Rapid pulse, but blood pressure was low and steadily continued to drop. Purple tinged the fingernails and the edges of the Jedi's lips. Signs of hypothermia. Shallow breathing. Clammy skin. Diagnosis: hypovolemic shock.
=Dr. It'Kla=
"Someone get an IV and blood. I need a dose of epinephrine and norepinephrine."
A couple of aides rushed off to do his bidding and returned with surprising speed. Maybe this time, It'Kla hoped. Maybe this time they could save a life. The burns still posed a problem. All the bacta tanks were occupied. Kolto wouldn't work, bacta was more powerful, and thus, necessary for her healing. Bacta patches might work but they had a limited supply of those. Well, that couldn't be helped until they could get supplies. He pointed at an aide.
=Dr. It'Kla=
"Get some bacta patches on those burns. And get her some oxygen!"
It'Kla looked back at the Knight's vital signs. No change, but it was too soon after the injections to be sure. One of the nurses spread a light blanket over the uninjured side of the Jedi to stop the progression of hypothermia. Much as he wanted to see the vital signs change, needed to see them change, he had other patients to treat and check on.
Minutes felt like hours here, and It'Kla found himself in front of the Jedi again after what seemed like an eternity. They had lost one more, received at least three more severely injured, and ran out of dopamine, which was another of those invaluable drugs that helped stop shock. It'Kla's stern gaze stared at the vitals, willing them to even out. Heart rate had slowed just a touch and blood pressure was up a few points. Breathing was still shallow, however, and the purple tinge hadn't yet gone away. But she was stable. It'Kla bit his lip and frowned. One of the aides monitoring the IV drip and blood transfusion threw a questioning look at him.
=Dr. It'Kla=
"Keep a sharp eye on those vitals. We don't need to lose another one."
Not again.
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Post by Saness Colta on Jul 24, 2013 18:33:39 GMT -8
The world cleared before her eyes all at once, and she sat up with a jolt. Soft sheets wrinkled around her and crumpled in her hands, fingers spasming in the fit that came with the sudden waking. Her head snapped back and forth as she took in her surroundings: sleek, austere, calm color schemes, medical fixtures, medical personnel.. a hospital, a medbay. A medbay in the middle of a crisis - wounded and sick filled the beds, and the staff were darting about busily. It was very loud and confusing.
Brown eyes blinked rapidly, her head shaking, trying to knock the cobwebs from her mind. A sudden ache blossomed at the back of her skull, and she gasped. The gasp brought a lance of pain across her stomach and into her chest. Her eyes welled as the pain spread, and she went very still. Slowly, she laid herself back onto the pillows, feeling the cool cushions spread against her back and neck. Liquid pain trickling down her face, she slumped into the bed and tried to focus on the ceiling overhead.
What had happened, anyway? How had she gotten here? One minute she had been…
She frowned. She had been… had been…
Her heartbeat began to race, the relevant equipment noting this loudly and dispassionately. Where had she been? Why was this so difficult? It was simple, she had been - … where had she been? Her breathing was coming faster and faster, and she shut her eyes, clenching sheets in her fingers.
This is simple. I was… I was… dammit, what was I doing?! I'll take it a step back. What do I do? I'm a… no, no, no no no! What am I?! My name is … oh no.
Faltering fingers fumbled for the call switch as a warning klaxon sounded, signaling a heart rate reaching dangerous levels. A babble of noise broke out around her from the medical staff.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 25, 2013 5:05:40 GMT -8
<<Calm...>>
It came almost as more of a feeling than a word, a gentle sensation rolling out at the scared young girl. The words were certainly not spoken, not by anyone around her, not by anyone close enough to deliver them with the gentle whisper that they came to her as. They echoed as a telepathic suggestion, or instruction, or offering, a thought that lay itself directly into her mind.
From amongst the bustle of rushing medics, a single form swept towards her - a woman, thick, wavy dark hair, brown eyes, fair skin. A sleeveless cloak of emerald dropped from slender shoulders almost to the floor, and beneath, a grey-brown wrap around tabard over a cream coloured tunic, both thigh length, was worn over a pair of dark green leggings, with boots and belt in a matching brown hide or leather. A lightsaber hung from her belt. Her step had the gentle grace and dignity of a diplomat, a peacemaker, but her eyes carried both the attentive, caring concern of a healer, and the determination of a fighter.
The woman crossed instantly to the panicking young girl, a gentle hand resting on her arm, those deep brown eyes finding the girl's face.
"It's alright, you're alright. You're safe here, we're here to help you."
The words she said seemed to echo somewhere, another telepathic sensation that matched the earlier suggestion, creating a clear impression that the calmness came from this woman. She nodded gently, reassuringly, as she spoke again.
"It's alright... it's alright."
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Post by Saness Colta on Jul 25, 2013 18:40:19 GMT -8
"Where am I?!"
Her own voice surprised her, coming out as more of a scream than anything else. Immediately she clamped her mouth shut, body shaking and heaving as she tried to calm herself. Tears welled in her eyes, and she unintentionally gathered the sheets to her face, drawing her knees up to her chest. She was so scared, so very scared. People were talking to her - no, that wasn't right. If they were talking to her she'd be able to understand what they were saying, but every effort she made to clear her mind and focus on what they were saying was met with mental static and terror. They were talking at her, and that made nothing better. Weeping uncontrollably, she curled tighter and buried her face between her knees, trying to hide from the noise and the terror...
Where had that come from? Who was that voice; serene, reassuring, female - who?
Her head snapped up, still masking all but her eyes behind the sheets as she tried to find the mystery voice. She quickly found it, attached to graceful woman dressed in very poetic clothing, and the girl retreated farther. She didn't realize that her scream never passed her lips. Who are you?! What do you want with me?! So very scared, a terrified little girl trying to hide from the scary world around her.
"I don't know you..." she whimpered.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 26, 2013 3:34:38 GMT -8
The calming sensation persisted, with such power that it would induce an effect on anyone, in some form or another. By now, it had become more than a suggestion - it wove around the girl as if it were a sedative gas, and it responded to her panic as if she were hyperventilating, gulping the gas in in great, panicked mouthfuls - the greater her panic and fear, the more powerful an effect the calming sensation would have. The woman before the young girl was a master of this skill, one of the greatest users of it in the Galaxy. To the educated, the ability was derivative of an ability known as Force Light, arguably the most powerful Force talent. And to the knowledgeable, this woman, with her parallel scars that ran from beneath her left eye to the base of her jaw, now visible as the light above the girl's bed hit the woman's face, was one of the most respected, and powerful, Jedi in the temple, if not, the Galaxy.
=Tebana Sor=
"My name is Tebana. I'm a healer, and I'm here to look after you. You're in the medical centre of the Jedi Praxeum on Yavin four."
There was a small frown, one of concern, as the woman glanced up at the young girl's head.
=Tebana Sor=
"You were found on a planet named Vaal, and brought here for treatment. You've had a pretty serious head injury. You've been unconscious for three days."
She had looked back to the girl's face; with patient eyes, with reassuring smile, with gentle touch she sat, propped on the edge of the girl's bed, offering the calm, trustworthy centre of peace and serenity that so many found as a balm to their worries and their fears. The woman seemed to focus only on the girl, to ignore all the other noise and hullabaloo around them - indeed, her calming aura seemed to effect all of that too, somehow making it more peaceful, quieter, more distant. The Force seemed less noisy, the ripples from the stresses of combat outside, smoothed and softened by the energies that Tebana gently expelled.
=Tebana Sor=
"Breathe with me, ok?"
The technique was simple enough, and effective, too, focusing only on those slow, steady breaths, calming the spirit. Tebana gestured with one hand - breath in - for the girl to copy her - breath out. The woman's peace, her calm, that caring smile that offered reassurance, seemed unflappable, unphased by any of the panic and worry that presented itself from either the girl or the room around them.
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Post by Saness Colta on Jul 26, 2013 17:20:32 GMT -8
Calm...? Calm...
Somehow, she found the strength to master her terror, and her breathing began to slow. She had a distinct sense that this woman, 'Tebana,' had something to do with it - just looking at her seemed to help, like focusing on a piece of an optical illusion to stop it from seeming to move. She might be able to help, just maybe. Her dark eyes, still welled with tears, flicked back and forth to Tebana's brown eyes. As her body relaxed, she slowly lowered the sheets from her face. Her voice came out, a small, quavering whisper.
"Do you know who I am?"
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 2, 2013 5:13:54 GMT -8
The faintest flicker of a frown crossed the woman's expressive face, and she gave the smallest shake of the head.
=Tebana Sor=
"You were alone when you were found. There was no identification with you. We were kind of hoping you'd be able to tell us."
Tebana once more spared a glance at the medical displays above the girl's bed. She brought her hands up to her head, sweeping her hair back and, taking some sort of hair tie from her belt, quickly tying her long, wavy locks up in a pony tail. From there, she stood up, sweeping he hands beneath a medical sanitiser beside the girl's bed, before she came back to the girl's side. She took a small device from her belt, cylindrical, with a tiny rectangular display set into the side of it, and stepped in closer to the girl. With a gesture toward's the girl's face, she spoke again.
=Tebana Sor=
"I just need to check your eyes, ok?"
Delicately, Tebana lifted a hand to the side of the girl's head to gently guided her to tip her head back ever so slightly.
=Tebana Sor=
"Just look into the light for a moment..."
Tebana leaned in closer, studying the small readout - after a few seconds, she swapped to the other eye, and after a few seconds more, she released her gentle hold of the girl's head, and took a step back again. She studied the readouts once more, that delicate frown playing over her features once again. Once more, she propped herself gently on the edge of the girl's bed.
=Tebana Sor=
"What is the last thing you can remember?"
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Post by Saness Colta on Aug 3, 2013 19:15:56 GMT -8
The tears were refusing to be held back, and that was beginning to annoy her. Why couldn't she stop crying? Why couldn't she stop shaking? Why couldn't she pull herself together? Why couldn't she give this nice lady any answers? Why couldn't she remember? Why couldn't she -? Why couldn't she?
Mechanically, she submitted to Tebana's examination, lip quivering as she attempted to assert some sort of control over her own body.
She could feel something odd happening, as if her mind were pulling away from her body, stretching back and trying to distance itself. It was a hollowing sensation, like some part of her were reaching into her chest and head and scooping out everything that made her a sentient creature, putting it away somewhere safe. It was terrifying, but there was control in it - the control of an automaton or a puppet, dancing to somebody else's commands: only she was the somebody else. She was her own controller.
As Tebana stepped back, she drew her knees up to her chest again and crossed her arms over them, setting her chin in the hollow between her knees. Her eyes stared vacantly ahead, flicking sideways only slightly at Tebana's question. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering as she tried to forcibly expand and clarify her memory, reaching for any scraps of light hidden in the blackness.
"I think..." she said at last, brow furrowing as her eyes opened. "I think I was there - on what's-it's-name, Vaal - I think I was there for... for work. I don't know why. I was there working, and ... there were others with me, I think." Her eyes narrowed as she attempted to concentrate. "We were... um..." Her efforts failed, and she shook her head. "I don't know. I don't remember."
Somewhere between Tebana's questions and her responses, she had completely calmed. Her tears were dried, her body stilled, and she seemed no more fraught than an average sentient attempting to solve a number puzzle. She seemed almost... almost mechanical, really, and there was a part of her mind that looked at the rest of her and screamed in uncomprehending horror, trying to understand how she was stable, why she was no longer agitated, and wondering what was wrong with her that she was able to even do any of this. Yet, the calm part of her - the cool, controlled, computing part - simply turned its back on the screams and went about its business.
"I don't know."
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 12, 2013 10:50:47 GMT -8
Tebana nodded gently.
=Tebana Sor=
"Ok... ok, don't worry too much about it now. You took a serious head injury, it's not uncommon for your memory to be affected. At this stage, it's too early to tell whether this is temporary or more long term, so there's not much we can do except continue to treat you for the injury and see what happens. But what matters for now is that you are ok, and you're among friends."
The woman offered a small smile, something subtle but reassuring. The smile lifted right into her eyes, genuine and very caring, as she looked at this young woman.
=Tebana Sor=
"We're going to find a way to help you, I promise. We'll do everything we can for you."
Tebana's head tilted to the side, her eyes scanning the girl's face for a moment.
=Tebana Sor=
"Is there any other pain anywhere?"
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Post by Saness Colta on Aug 13, 2013 7:48:46 GMT -8
Her brow furrowed, and her eyes narrowed until they were nearly closed, lids twitching slightly and her eyes moving rapidly.
She didn't know how she did it, but all at once her mind had pulled back into her body and was racing through her system, exploring her body system by system to locate any flaws or damage. It only lasted an instant, and when her eyes opened again she barely recalled having done it.
Brow still furrowed, the girl began to pull at her hospital gown, attempting to remove it. "I think..."
She stopped speaking when the gown fell away, and her torso stood bare to examination. She was covered in scars; some old, some new, but all of sizes and shapes that indicated weapons. Her ribs were a motley of fresh, dark bruises, and just beneath her rib cage was a bacta patch of the sort that covered stab wounds. Her arms revealed more of the same; scars that looked like defensive wounds marking her forearms, and one or two ropy knots of flesh on her biceps - which were surprisingly toned and shaped for a girl of her seeming age and build. As she looked at her own body, she had a distinct impression that she was strong.
She liked that feeling.
She looked up to Tebana with an oddly bemused smile. "None of them really hurt, not like my back and my head... is that good?"
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Aug 20, 2013 14:48:15 GMT -8
Tebana's brow instantly darkened with a frown, and she leant in a little closer. She hadn't tended to Saness initially - that had been handled by one of the 2-1Bs that supported the small medical team in the Praxeum. The girl's medical report had listed the numerous locations of previous scarring and old injuries, with one particularly recent torso wound that had been adequately treated and was healing fine (on which they had changed the dressing twice since her arrival). Nothing had been omitted, and all of it was technically correct.
But now that Tebana was looking on the injuries with her own eyes, she saw more than the pragmatic and direct programming of even the notably congenial 2-1B droids. And what she saw worried her.
Battlescars.
She had treated enough - heck, she had earned enough - combat injuries to be able to recognise them at a glance. This was a girl who, prior to her head injury and memory loss, had been fighting. And in a girl who couldn't be much older than 16 or 17, that usually was a sign of a particularly troubled past.
=Tebana Sor=
"May I?"
With a gestured, she indicated the girl's arm, and then, with a delicate touch, studied the scarring there. Dav would have been able, she didn't doubt, to identify precisely the nature of the combat, and the type of impact, that had caused those wounds. Tebana's expertise was definitely less forensic than his, but she could tell that they were violent in origin.
=Tebana Sor=
"Do you have any memory of fighting at all? Of combat?"
She had lowered the arm, and was delicately studying the scars on the girl's torso now.
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Post by Saness Colta on Aug 27, 2013 10:30:52 GMT -8
"Combat?"
Combat? No, why would she - wait.
Just like the last time she had gone digging, something clicked on in her mind. For an instant her mind was filled with a blur of images, vague and without shape or detail. They were images that made her think of training rooms, though she never remembered seeing one; of weapons, though she could not recall ever handling any; of injuries, but the only evidence she had were the scars on her body. All the same, her mind was suddenly full of a new awareness. Her eyes flitted about the room, evaluating any and everybody she saw in a few glances: doctors, patients, civilians, fighters, staff - all of them. The woman in front of her, Tebana, was the last to be evaluated: gentle, caring, but dangerous beyond her looks. A weapon on her hip and a fighter's build under her clothes, with a guardedness in her eyes that bespoke a combat-ready mind.
She flinched slightly, instinctively jerking away from Tebana's touch at her torso. It was a small movement, and instantly corrected as she relaxed again, but it belied a change.
She had not flinched any other time Tebana had touched her. Something was woken now: a subtle tension in her chest and arms, a light in her eyes, and a tightness to her mouth.
"I... think I've been trained to fight. Trained for a long time."
She knew she had been trained. At Tebana's touch a blinding flurry of images had raced through her brain: images of her slapping away Tebana's arm, breaking the wrist, kicking a foot into the woman's throat - attacking her, defending herself from a woman who posed her no discernible threat. It scared her.
She felt a sudden ache blossom in her stomach and heard a gurgle. She was hungry, and suddenly restless.
Sheepishly, she hung her head and looked at Tebana.
"If it's alright, could I have something to eat, and... maybe get out of bed?"
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Sept 28, 2013 16:07:20 GMT -8
The woman seemed to consider the girl's first statement for a while, completely missing, at least for a beat or two, the request that followed it, as she considered the implications.
Trained to fight. That could mean a soldier. Or a Force Using tradition.
Or a warrior race.
Or an assassin.
Finally, with a sudden arching of her eyebrows, she looked up to the girl's face, registering the question asked of her.
=Tebana Sor=
"Oh. Yes, of course."
She offered a small smile.
=Tebana Sor=
"In can arrange for something to be brought to you, but it could take a while. You might find your time better served if you head to the mess hall yourself. Then you could stretch your legs a bit."
Tebana glanced, once more, at the medical readouts.
=Tebana Sor=
"Your vitals all seem stable enough. I don't see any real need to confine you to a bed."
The rich brown of the woman's eyes found Saness' once more, and her smile widened.
=Tebana Sor=
"I tell you what. I'll join you. I probably should get something to eat myself."
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Post by Saness Colta on Oct 1, 2013 15:06:58 GMT -8
Her hazel-brown eyes sparkled as she smiled and clapped her hands lightly; an endearing expression of girlish happiness that contrasted uncomfortably with the scars covering her chest.
"Yes! Thank you so much!" She swung her legs out from under the covers and onto the floor, bare feet slapping against the smooth surface. She was just about to stand when a crimson blush suffused her cheeks. Realizing her state of undress, she quickly covered herself and glanced at Tebana apologetically. "I'm sorry..." Hanging her head, she looked back to her feet, and gingerly stood up, leaving a hand bracing against the bed for support - support that she obviously needed, if her wobbling was any indication. She teetered, she tottered, but she did not fall or stumble.
Her legs were unsteady, but her mind was firm, and it was her mind that spoke command to her legs to stand straight. Almost as soon as the command came, she stood firmly. She was able again.
A few steps took her past the end of the bed. She looked at her feet and legs, rolling her toes and bending her knees: testing them. She turned back to Tebana with a childish smile.
"It looks like I'm working pretty well."
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