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Trextan Voidstalker

Trextan Voidstalker

Member Since 10 Mar 2015
Offline Last Active Jun 13 2018 04:00 PM
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#1807340 Full Circle

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 13 June 2018 - 11:24 AM

Choli Vyn

He braced himself but it still hurt to be lifted onto the repulsor trolley. The staff then quickly unhooked the bacta dispenser from the arm on the bed and reattached it to the trolley.

Trextan's legs would have let him walk down to the hangar bay, but that wasn't the issue. Kurt had dropped him off on an Alliance medical frigate just minutes before he had keeled over. Kurt had stayed with him until they had stabilised him and found a bed. He had some good stories and promised to teach him to at least find all the right controls on a starfighter.

Some of his time had been a blur, but he had woken alone to the sight of the bright swirls of hyperspace. He had been through his scheduled surgery to deal with a perforated bowel right as the Alliance fleet was dispersed by a Sith assault. The word was that sith agents within the Alliance had betrayed them. Fleets were regrouping towards the rim and at remaining strongholds. Their leaders had done this before.

That was nearly twelve hours ago. Trextan looked down as one attendant pushed him quickly towards a lift. A clear pouch seemed to be stuck to his skin around the wound, forming a bacta bubble. He could barely see the wound now, but he could feel it.

The hangar was buzzing with activity. They were in orbit over Polis Massa and all the patients that could be moved were being ferried down to the surface. The fleet was staying put but the medical frigates were now beyond capacity. Specialist vehicles for the critical patients and GADF med-evac U-Wings for the others. Trextan was left against the wall with another ten patients.

He felt useless. Everything was moving so fast and he was left abandoned on the side of a hangar. Either their systems had been compromised or someone had deliberately locked out the terminal in his arm as he couldn't get a signal. Couldn't even browse the holonet to pass the time.

The ambient noise was too much to find any rest so he just stewed in his own thoughts and tried to ignore the pain. Pilots, crewman and nurses walked past him as if he wasn't there. A shadow of his former self that everyone saw through. Someone said Coruscant had fallen as they passed but didn't stop when Trextan tried to raise his voice to ask about. His voice had barely rises above a croak.

Nearly an hour went by before a soldier roughly yanked his trolley away from the wall. The young woman grumbled about doing busy work as she marched him towards a ship.

The trolley fixed itself into secure clamps on the wall. They didn't even wind down the engines. A perpetual hum continued as the other three patients were brought in. The soldier slapped the inside of the hull.

“Ready to go!” She called out before sliding shut the door.

The pilots exchanged a few words as they prepared to take off. Trextan recognised her voice immediately. His sullen mood was suddenly interrupted by a burst of elation at hearing her voice. Just sitting up a little brought fresh waves of pain. He gritted his teeth and then tried to call out.

“Cho-li…” It was too quiet. Barely a groan above the noise of the ship. He took a deep breath and tried to gather the strength to call out again.


#1806205 Winds howl atop the mountain.

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 11 June 2018 - 11:30 AM

Armaud Eden

Right. Nuance. Had to be careful with that.

"By 'we' I do mean the people of Coruscant. The 'when' here is tends of thousands of years ago."

Trextan looked out of the window at the shards that jutted out of the irregular mass of building towards the sky. Then he turned to face Armaud again.

"It is a bit macabre when you think about it. It's been built on for so many thousands of years that you have to go down a mile to get close to the surface. You can't even see it most of them time. And there must have been life across all of that at some point."


#1803507 Winds howl atop the mountain.

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 07 June 2018 - 12:57 PM

Armaud Eden

As Armaud demonstrated an empathy and sensibility beyond his years, Trextan was thinking about how childlike he was. He had just trailed off half way through answering the question.

It didn't seem like anything else was coming so Trextan sat in silence. It hurt to sit in the confined chair. The inside of the bus was too warm. The silence was not comfortable.

"You know we killed off half the species in Coruscant so they actually imported some to refill the ecosystem?"


#1799690 [ENDGAME] Lawful Neutrality (Polis Massa - Galactic Alliance, Outer Rim Coali...

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 03 June 2018 - 02:33 AM

Choli Vyn

He braced himself but it still hurt to be lifted onto the repulsor trolley. The staff then quickly unhooked the bacta dispenser from the arm on the bed and reattached it to the trolley.

Trextan's legs would have let him walk down to the hangar bay, but that wasn't the issue. Kurt had dropped him off on an Alliance medical frigate just minutes before he had keeled over. Kurt had stayed with him until they had stabilised him and found a bed. He had some good stories and promised to teach him to at least find all the right controls on a starfighter.

Some of his time had been a blur, but he had woken alone to the sight of the bright swirls of hyperspace. He had been through his scheduled surgery to deal with a perforated bowel right as the Alliance fleet was dispersed by a Sith assault. The word was that sith agents within the Alliance had betrayed them. Fleets were regrouping towards the rim and at remaining strongholds. Their leaders had done this before.

That was nearly twelve hours ago. Trextan looked down as one attendant pushed him quickly towards a lift. A clear pouch seemed to be stuck to his skin around the wound, forming a bacta bubble. He could barely see the wound now, but he could feel it.

The hangar was buzzing with activity. They were in orbit over Polis Massa and all the patients that could be moved were being ferried down to the surface. The fleet was staying put but the medical frigates were now beyond capacity. Specialist vehicles for the critical patients and GADF med-evac U-Wings for the others. Trextan was left against the wall with another ten patients.

He felt useless. Everything was moving so fast and he was left abandoned on the side of a hangar. Either their systems had been compromised or someone had deliberately locked out the terminal in his arm as he couldn't get a signal. Couldn't even browse the holonet to pass the time.

The ambient noise was too much to find any rest so he just stewed in his own thoughts and tried to ignore the pain. Pilots, crewman and nurses walked past him as if he wasn't there. A shadow of his former self that everyone saw through. Someone said Coruscant had fallen as they passed but didn't stop when Trextan tried to raise his voice to ask about. His voice had barely rises above a croak.

Nearly an hour went by before a soldier roughly yanked his trolley away from the wall. The young woman grumbled about doing busy work as she marched him towards a ship.

The trolley fixed itself into secure clamps on the wall. They didn't even wind down the engines. A perpetual hum continued as the other three patients were brought in. The soldier slapped the inside of the hull.

“Ready to go!” She called out before sliding shut the door.

The pilots exchanged a few words as they prepared to take off. Trextan recognised her voice immediately. His sullen mood was suddenly interrupted by a burst of elation at hearing her voice. Just sitting up a little brought fresh waves of pain. He gritted his teeth and then tried to call out.

“Cho-li…” It was too quiet. Barely a groan above the noise of the ship. He took a deep breath and tried to gather the strength to call out again.


#1799223 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 02 June 2018 - 01:21 PM

Kurt Meyer

His prosthetic hand gripped the frame of Kurt's seat. His feet were wedged into spaces to try and keep him still. If Kurt pulled a tight maneuver and ended up with a Jedi sprawled across his console then they were both going to die.

The staple next to his navel had come loose and a constant tricky of blood was running down his side. He finally paid serious attention to the canvas of his chest and arms. There were bright red patches from the electrical shocks. Red and white flakey patches and blackened marks where Kivik had burned him. The thin beads of dried burgundy across his chest and then that final wound where the blade had been plunged hilt deep.

It was that last one that was a genuine threat. He tried in vain to turn his focus inwards to try and assess the damage with the Force.

The skin was swelling around the area and the pain was becoming excruciating. The acrid taste of blood wasn't a good sign either.

"Kurt, you don't want to do this," came a familiar voice. Perhaps this was where she would bargain to get Trextan back.


#1798820 Growing Pains

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 09:03 PM

“I’m afraid I’m running out of answers Choli. If I was the man I was made to resemble then perhaps I would have. The Force often aids those in what they want to achieve. No matter the path it follows. Sometimes, this is a dark path. I have records of the Force leading those to danger. Some masters had recorded this as the Force leading those to a trial. Something that presents danger, has even caused harm, but ultimately made the individual stronger. You may need to consult another mentor to interpret the records” The gatekeeper gave a slow bow of the head.

 

Trextan reached out an lightly touched Choli’s elbow. This was causing her concern and he knew he was the original source of it. Drawing attention to himself perhaps risked bringing some of those feelings back.

 

“We could ask Yvette?” he offered.

 

Choli Vyn




#1798814 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 08:59 PM

Kurt Meyer

"No," he grunted. The closest thing he had been inside to a Starfighter was a U-Wing. Admittedly he had spent some time in the cockpit but his attention had been almost entirely on Choli Vyn and not where the different controls were.

Without really having anything to hold onto he just tensed some muscles to wedge himself into the space. The ship definitely hadn't been made with two in mind.

At least if they were blown out of the sky he wouldn't see it coming. He wanted to sleep. To let the pain and sickness fade away and be on leave for a time. But he couldn't let go. Not quite yet.


#1798780 Growing Pains

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 08:18 PM

Choli Vyn
 

This didn’t seem to be helping bring either of them any clarity. Trextan knew what was driving her line of thought. Mostly because she had made it abundantly clear. Was Choli trying to work out if he was going to be a danger to himself again or was she just trying to gain perspective on what had happened. The previous evening had been so much more simple. They had just got slightly hot and bothered and worked on their kissing technique.

 

It wasn't that he didn't ever want to talk to about themselves. Sometimes they could only reach understanding by getting to the point with words. There was a clash of cultures and Choli often kept pressing on bluntly until she got an answer.

 

The guardian looked at Choli and fell quite still. Trextan wondered if it was rummaging through its data to come up with something else.

 

“After this… Do you want to… “

 

“Perhaps try not to consider the Force an independent item,” the gatekeeper interrupted. He brought a hand up and scratched at his beard. “The Force is created by and binds all living things.”

 

Trextan looked between them both, looking slightly awkward.




#1798777 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 08:16 PM

Kurt Meyer

Again he was relying on the cybernetic arm to move his weight out of the chair. Trextan paused. Not because of the nausea that threatened to topple him, but because he spotted something.

"Oh."

He slapped the level in frustration. A low whine accompanied the shields coming online. Not too soon either. One of the crewmen had rushed out ahead of them. Several bolts splashed across the shields right in front of the view screens.

Trextan collapsed into the space beside the chair. There wasn't much room, but he wasn't much for moving around either.


#1798753 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 07:48 PM

Kurt Meyer

Tap. Tap, tap.

Well, that was not a touch screen. Just a screen with the outline of the ship and the ghost of a line that would probably light up when the shields were on.

The Defender continued to drift across the deck. Then the base of the ladder struck a heavy crate. The ship turned and twisted until it righted itself and drifted straight.

The Jedi ignored the search for the shields for the moment. Giving a gentle tug on the controls he reversed their drift. On the other side of the barrier was hard vacuum and death for them both. Shields or not.

"What...switch?"


#1798692 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 06:04 PM

Kurt Meyer

Trextan pulled himself around the pilot's chair and sat himself down. It was going to take some effort to get back out of it and curl up in the floor well when Kurt got in.

The consoles looked more complex than a typical shuttle. The control sticks had switches and buttons all over them. He brought up power and activated the navcomp.

"Shields..." He muttered. He flicked the wrong switch.

The repulsors kicked in and the TIE released itself from the rack. Now weightless it bobbed slowly across the hangar floor. The ladder screeched as it was dragged across the deck.

"Kark."


#1798670 Winds howl atop the mountain.

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 01 June 2018 - 05:32 PM

Armaud Eden

Trextan didn't stand. Everything was still tight and sore from the surgery. Walking was acceptable for short periods, bit standing made things seize up. Especially the kind of awkward movement on an airbus that was hitting slightly turbulent air. They probably could have fitted more powerful inertial dampeners but that would have cost credits.

"It's a different kind of view from up here," he said. "But it's still impressive."

Trextan could see the new Jedi temple pushing through the clouds. There were several gleaming spires around it. Not a mile away, if you went straight down, and life looked very different.

"So...why these mountains?"


#1797991 Growing Pains

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 31 May 2018 - 05:46 PM

Trextan wasn't going to rise to it right now. Instead he was in a thoughtful mood. The gatekeeper crossed his arms over his chest and bowed his head. Bowed his head and bowed out.

 

“Sorry,” he said quietly again.”I make mistakes. What I'm trying to say is I think maybe I need to learn rather than following the Force, or emotions, or rules.”

 

Anyone could see that it had taken some promoting to get Trextan thinking, but now that he'd arrived he was trying to come up with answers.

 

If he had followed his emotions on the station he would have charged back off towards Choli immediately and put everyone around him in grave danger.

 

The gatekeeper remained silent.




#1797758 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 31 May 2018 - 10:36 AM

Kurt Meyer

The young Jedi was an obvious target crossing the deck, even with the cover of smoke. There had been no time to redress in uniform. The Force was still with him though. A stumble had a bolt lance over his head and he slowed for another to splash against the deck ahead of him.

He was rushing towards a TIE. He wasn't well versed in all the different models but running for a one man craft without a hyperdrive didn't seem a good idea.

Rather than go for the ladder he gathered the Force around him. His jog broke into a sprint, the pain of every step galvanising his resolve. With a growl he leapt. The Force gathered him up and carried him to the hatch on the fighter.

He landed awkwardly. His prosthetic hand found purchase and gripped on tight. Something inside had broken even more. He was hit by waves of nausua and emptied his stomach over the hull. He couldn't help but notice the streaks of blood.

Another bolt flashed by and he fired back on instinct. He cut down two navy crewmen with sidearms and then opened the hatch. It was definitely a single seat, but he could see the hyperdrive controls.


#1796587 Measuring Up

Posted by Trextan Voidstalker on 29 May 2018 - 05:21 PM

Kurt Meyer

There was an almost singular focus that could be sensed around Kurt. The Force moved around violent killers like a maelstrom. Kurt was a ship cutting through calm waters towards his goal. Trextan felt almost guilty to recall his doubt that Kurt would even make it to his cell.

The three pops of smoke grenades carried down the corridors. Rather than risking being caught out he pushed himself off the bulkhead.

His legs seemed to have enough stability to carry him on. Trextan slowly at the doorway and leaned his real shoulder into the frame. Again he relied on his prosthetic arm to lift the blaster carbine. He couldn't see through the billowing clouds of smoke but let his senses stretch out to try and find any threats. He tried to keep his breathing shallow, putting less pressure on the worst of his wounds.