Been a very long time...

[Cear'bhaill]

A heavy sigh, eyes still closed with the rice grain in front of her face, but she remained focused though her eyes returned to her host,"It actually came down from within the Jedi Order." another sigh,"Apparently being a war hero and asset warrants an arrest..."

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax nodded silently as he placed the bowls into the dishwasher....he got that, "You do good work for them and they throw you to the akk dog...just ain't right." he lamented. "Guess this wasn't what you were thinking of when you thought 'fresh start' huh?"

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

"To be honest, no, not at all." realizing her words, she quickly waves her hands in defense,"No-Not to offend! You have been more than welcoming Dax." she gave the man the first genuine smile since she woke up.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax laughed fully and heartily, entirely entertained by the woman, "Why would I take offense? I don't think anyone imagines waking from cryosleep four thousand years into the future!" The man was glad that he was able to make the woman smile. It was a lot for her to take in. Even brief moments of joy would certainly make things easier.

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

"It's definitely going to be a lot to take in." her hands cross beneath her chin.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

The man nodded. "I imagine...anyways...what's your next step? Gonna reacquaint yourself with the galaxy?" he asked. There was a lot out there to see. New tech, new factions, new worlds added to the starcharts. The question was where to start?

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

She took a deep breath,"I suppose I should...and the sooner the better." she chuckled softly before stretching and moving to stand.

The woman discarded her psuedo-blanket and moved to return to her vessel, but she stopped and turned back to the man,"I'm going to salvage what I can from my ship. I am assuming it is beyond repair at this age..." she averted her eyes for a moment before continuing, borderline flirting now,"Anything of interest you find aboard is yours, if you don't mind giving an old Jedi a lift?" she questioned, no Force powers, just honest questioning.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax smiled and nodded, "I'll help you out. Let's go, ladies first." he said, gesturing for the woman to proceed, then shutting off the water. The airlock hissed open, the boarding port already pressurized and prepped to go from Dax's last incursion into [member="Cear'bhaill"]'s ship. He walked beside her as they boarded the ancient vessel. "Grab everything you need. I can take you as far as you need to go." He promised.

 

[Cear'bhaill]

His kindness improved her situation and mood greatly. It was nice to see such acts still in the Galaxy after so long,"Thank you, Dax."

She got to business immediately, setting out her former living quarters and gathering any bits of clothing and personal materiel still usable. Her next stop was the storage bay, finding most of the provisions there expired or out of juice. The woman did find some of her past records and recordings, gathering them into a small sack. She continued through the ship, ending finally in the cockpit, where she found her trusty droid, X3-K3, completely out of juice at the pilots console. The little guy had done his job up until the end of his battery's life.

Cear kneeled down beside the lifeless droid sadly,"Oh Three...I'm so sorry, but thank you for everything buddy." she found and removed the droid's memory core, looking at the device with a bit of hope,"If I ever get the chance to bring you back, I'll take it, I promise."

Farewell given, Cear stood, noticing the flashing light of her personal console. It meant there were messages for her...

She moved to begin watching them, but fate had other plans.

The power, which Dax had restored, began overloading circuits, and the main generators. Sparks showered throughout the ship.

She panicked, knowing how bad a fire was while in space, and began transferring the messages onto a data disk for transport...hoping to save the memories...

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax watched the woman move back and forth through the ship, collecting her things. The man picked up the occasional tossed aside item to examine it, remnants of a bygone era. It was a shaming, leaving this piece of history behind. But what could be done? Suddenly an explosion of sparks and burst of flames startled Dax out of his reverie and he rushed to the cockpit to see the fires growing, Cear attempting to move things to data disk. 'This had better work...' Dax thought to himself as stretched out his palm towards the growing blaze. He could feel the heat, just as [member="Joza Perl"] had taught him. But instead of trying to draw it to a single point and grow the flames, he tried to disperse the heat, kill the blaze. It worked, but only a little. "Cear, hurry it up please!" he said, beads of sweat growing on his forehead.

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

The woman could hear the panic in the man's voice as she scrambled to save the messages she could from impending doom. The fire, however, dimmed in intensity around her, and when her eyes spotted the reason, she was in awe. Dax was controlling the spread of the fire. It was a skill only heard of in legends in her time, and here she was witnessing it first hand. It was awe inspiring too say the least.

Her attention returned to the console, finding it nearly complete with its task. But she was cut short when a new shower of sparks cut power to the station. A loud curse, as she pried the disk from the port and prayed it wasn't damaged.

She dashed past her savior, patting his shoulder as she did,"Dax, let's go! It's too dangerous here!" she retreated back to the attached vessel, hopeful he was in tow.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Dax took several steps back, looking over his shoulder. Then he turned and ran, releasing his hold on the flames. From the cockpit, a small explosion rang in their ears as the console didn't just spark or burst into flames, but quite literally exploded, sending shrapnel in their direction. The man sprinted after [member="Cear'bhaill"], shouting, "Hurry it up! I don't wanna be here when the hyperdrive goes!" If the flames spread to the engine room before they made it off the ship, and the hyperdirve misfired, or shorted, or anything...well...there wouldn't be much left to find of their vessels.

 

[Cear'bhaill]

Time was running out for the duo. The fires in the aft of the ship had spread far to large for the suppression system.

The woman had made it down the docking tube and into the attached vessel before turning around to track Dax. He was still beyond the curve, just out of sight.

The whining sound alerted her to the inevitable, as the fire had sparked the hyperdrive, and it was rapidly going through the process of making a blind jump...

"Dax!" she screamed in fear as he rounded the corner.

Instinctively, her hand shot out, and she grabbed him, through the Force, pulling back to yank him towards her. At the same time, she ensured the hatch to the tube shut behind him.

And not a moment to soon...

The Guardian jumped, blind, into the black abyss, and almost immediately re-appeared...although in really tiny pieces of space dust. Nothing survived the obliteration. The attached tube was ripped away and was now floating in between the two ships. Dax's vessel had been pulled a bit forward and starboard, only receiving very minor damage.

Several grunts and groans escaped her when she attempted to move. Cear opened her eyes and moved to look at the obstruction, only to find Dax laying on top of her, head on her breasts. Her face turned a red color that would make some vegetables jealous.

She looked away quickly, prodding at him to get him to move,"Uhm...D-Dax...we can, uhm...I think it's safe..."

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

At first it happened slowly. The continuously growing pitched whirring of the hyperdrive. The woman screaming his name. Warmth on his back as the blaze consumed more and more food. And then all at once it happened. He was pulled, flying through the air towards the woman. A rapid hissing slam followed by only the barest boom, and the Dawn violently shaking as the airlock was sheared in half, and rough collision with the woman. Slightly dazed the man became aware of the woman gently poking him and telling him it was safe...then he was vividly aware of the softness within which his face was buried in...The Rogue shot up and took a step back, color rushing to his skin as he apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry! I'd never-just the explosion and-I guess I was thrown or something and-"

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

Once free, Cear propped herself up on her elbows and chuckled in amusement at Dax's rambling. It was cute, and made the entire situation a bit more bearable.

A smile,"It...It's kind of my fault, I did pull you to me to get you out of there."

She stuck her hand out for assistance looking on the man with fondness.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

"Oh..." the man murmured as he took the woman's hand and helped her to her feet. "I guess I should thank you for making sure I didn't get spaced." he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Embarrassed, his whole demeanor had changed from confident to a bit shy. It wasn't so much that the man had been entirely bothered by the situation...it was just...un-gentlemanly. Not that he worried too much about that either, sailor's mouth and all, but somethings he believed in the absolute sanctity of. A woman's right to...not being touched was high on that list.

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

"It is only fair I repay the act of waking me from my slumber." she offered before taking a quick look to inspect what she had been able to salvage from her now dead vessel.

Spying the few articles of clothing, spare lightsaber parts, and most importantly, her droid's data core. Her hands moved to return the items to her satchel with a heavy sigh.

She eyed her savior,"I think it is time to get my journey underway...you know a good place to start?"

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

"I can take you to any of the core worlds." Dax offered. "Plenty of hyperspace lanes and ships willing to take you wherever you decide to go next. Unless you already got a place in mind? I can take you straight there too." Surely the woman had a long road ahead of her. The least Dax could do was help her through the first couple steps. He'd been as alone as she was before. Different circumstances sure, but he knew what it was like to have no one to turn to. He'd make sure she had at least one person to go to.

[member="Cear'bhaill"]

 

[Cear'bhaill]

Her eyes cloud over in some serious thought as she looks down at the deck. She mulls over the various locations she could go, hopefully to find some part of her previous life.

The only place that came to mind, was obvious: Coruscant.

"How is Coruscant this time of year?" she takes a moment to stare longingly out the nearest viewport before returning to the man before her.

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

"As polluted as it is any other time of the year." the man said sarcastically. In truth the upper levels were quite attractive in Dax's opinion. But the rest of the world he could do without. "I'll take you there if that's where you wanna go."

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