Private And Someday What's Lost Can Be Found

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Eliz...

Gwyn reached up and tightly gripped his hand as he spoke soothing words to her. But no, no it was not okay! It hurt! Her father! Her father was standing right there, leaning down, holding the buzzsaw he used to chop another part of her leg off.

"Half breed brat. Stop whining!"

Gwyn winced, feeling the slap on her cheek. Why was she back in this place? When Eliz was right here, holding her shaking hand.

Tears in her eyes, she looked up to Eliz with a sweat coated face, "Stay away from him. Stay safe."

Her father sneered, "You abomination! You don't deserve him! He should have stayed dead."

Gwyn looked behind her. She saw another scientist standing above them, holding several terrible tools in his hands. Gwyn choked, pulling herself despite the pain in her leg and pulling Eliz into a protective embrace, "How would you know anyways! You're not here! Buir killed you-"

She stopped. Eyes wide. Right... right... she was out of that place. Her buir had slaughtered her father like the animal he was. Eliz was safe. She was safe.

And yet, even as she looked around the dark hallway of the underground bunker, she heard her father's voice.

"You'll never be free of me, wretch. And you know it."

Gwyn shuddered, clinging to Eliz as sweat dripped from her face. She recognized the pain in her leg as the pain from her cybernetic being removed. Reality was real again.

She gulped, still clinging to Eliz. "I'm sorry. I was seeing things..." With a sigh, she rested her head against his neck. For the moment, it did not matter that he did not remember anything. He was here. "I sort of have these dreams, but I'm awake. I see my father, even though he's long dead."

She pulled away. Sniffling and wiping her eyes, "Alright, I need to stop moping and we need to move."

She was still shaking, but she was trying to overcome this slump.

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Concern was all he had. She was seeing things. That much was obvious as she started looking around for things that weren't there. Telling him to run from something that wasn't there. He didn't let her go, though. Whatever he was feeling, whether it was just an echo of a memory he'd forgotten or not, it was there. And it was real enough that he had no intention of just letting her deal with this all alone.

Then she pulled away. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. He didn't know what to say. At least he could comfort her through just being there.

".. Okay. Um. Your leg. What do we do about that?"

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

"Oh. My leg."

Gwyn looked down and was... terrified. Her leg was gone, reminding her even more of her condition in that wretched laboratory. Tied down, helpless, vulnerable. Agony. She shuddered, gulping. Beyond a doubt, the bandits were after the solid beskar of that leg. She blinked, and idea forming in her mind.

"Follow the box. The leg. They're after the beskar, they'll lead us right to the source."

Still, there was the trouble of traveling. Gwyn wasn't exactly an expert on hopping on one leg. She made a face, then looked at Eliz. A blush tinged her cheeks as she smiled shyly and shrugged, "I guess you'll have to carry me. I can defend the both of us if you think you can get me to wherever the box went?"

She gulped again, visibly sweating. She was referring to her leg when she spoke, "Kark it, I hate when this happens."

She nervously chuckled, responding to her situation with grim humor, "I always take that thing off to shower and sleep. But losing it during a mission is too inconvenient."

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Loosing it during a mission was inconvenient?

Eliz squinted for a moment. How many times had she done this? .. Well, at least it'd help. But carrying her? A nervous smile formed before he nodded. He could, maybe. Right? .. Maybe. Without a different option though he scooped her up in his arms. Yeah, heavier than he remembered. .. No, he was just weaker. Ironically the lack of her leg made it manageable.

"Okay, we follow the box. You shoot. We can do that." Yeah. They could do this. The nerves in his smile lessened as he carried her closer to his chest. Then, started to run. No time to waste.

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

The journey was devoid of opposition. The sound of the box's rumbling was like a soothing hum. Gwyn felt warm against Eliz's chest. This was all... comforting. Forgetting she was on a mission for a moment, she hugged him. Gently, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a gentle squeeze. She closed her eyes, blissfully humming.

"You're back."

The joy of Eliz simply being here was too much to word. She held him, she softly held on. For a moment, it seemed that the warrior was replaced by a young, sweet woman in the embrace of her beloved.

It all stopped when the sound of the box clanking to a stop echoed through the hall.

She opened her cybernetic eyes, finally putting her buy'ce back on her head. She reached down to her belt and pulling two grenades out. She cleared her throat, "Set me down, and I'll jump in tossing these guys. I got these grenades from Nakaioma, they're solid."

When Eliz set her down, Gwyn put the grenades on her belt and activated her lightsaber. She leaned against the wall as she cut through the box's side, getting a nice entryway made for the two. Gwyn pushed herself off and further entered the box. There, her leg was being lifted and inspected by two criminal scum. Gwyn pulled her Ra'ntisr out.

"Demagolka Karkers."

She fired at them both, causing a lot of commotion above. She put the pistol away and pulled the two grenades out. She shoved herself off the wall, Force Jumping up and throwing them at opposite sides of the room. As she fell back down, she used the Force to pop off the pins. She landed as devastating explosions sounded from above. Gwyn grabbed her leg and pulled it on as fire roared above. She cried out in pain at the attachment as the explosion died down. And... she looked up with a bloodthirst unlike anything close to what Eliz would have seen from her before. She had enough of this.

She pulled a M.I. pistol off her hip and Force jumped up once again. The sounds of blaster fire and death sounded in her wake...

The room was full of stolen beskar and Mandalorian equipment, art... Enough to have infuriated Gwyn. Only on top of how her PTSD episode had shook her. Away from Eliz's warmth, she was unhinged like an animal. She was merciless, firing ruthlessly at one guard after another. She used her vambrace, firing several explosions at people before turning and firing a fibrochord whip, ensnaring a soul. The man was yanked towards her as she slapped another grenade onto his chest, then telekinetically tossed him at a swarm of bandits approaching. As the explosion roared, she turned to a bandit trying to sneak up on her and grabbed his head. She activated the shockmitt tech, and the sounds of his screaming echoed through the corridors. She turned as looked at the remaining sods running towards her. She dropped the corpse and marched towards them, firing another couple rounds before using pyrokinesis to call upon the remaining flames from the explosions. They all were... burned to death...

She turned to see one more survivor run out from behind the leg of a dismantled basilisk. She turned and shot him once. Then again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And-

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Fire and death.

Eliz wasted no time clearing the room the moment the two began. Fired. He wasn't as quick as he'd been, but his shots were still accurate as ever. Kill shot, kill shot, kill, kill, kill. One after another as he covered Gwyn as best he could. Her grenades went off, and under that cover she was able to at least get her leg back on. He didn't dare spare her a glance less he end up distracted any more than he was from her yelp of pain.

They were Mandalorians. They didn't hesitate, right?

The room cleared. And silence fell over.

Silence that didn't last. He blinked, glancing to Gwyn as she continued to shoot. Into a body long dead. He stepped over, set a hand on hers to lower the gun. Didn't say anything, just watched her face long enough for her to catch his gaze. They were still in enemy territory. They needed to stay level headed. Finish what they came here to do.

He only gave a nod before turning his gaze to the room. His armor. It was here. It had to be here. He needed to find it. There was an urgency he didn't expect as he looked over the dismantled suits. Those needed to be reclaimed and brought back to their families, but where was hi- He caught sight of it. And not the whole thing. His jaw clenched as he stepped over to a lone Buy'ce. He knew it. Deep down he knew it.

The hybrid lifted the helmet in both hands. Stared. He knew this metal. Memories came in flashes. His father had this. It was a lighter color. Blue white, like Csilla. Or at least like he was told how it was. The resmithing. The recoloring. How he used to wear it. How it once protected him. He didn't waste another second before putting it on. The systems lit up, immediately recognizing him.

The system scanned. .. The rest of his armor wasn't here. His fists clenched.

".. We should head out. Gather what we can, mark the rest so the Enclave can come retrieve it."

Gwyneira Vizsla