Private Bound Around Clouds

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Time had passed like a bad rhyme to the sound effect of smashed glass to an extent.
Seconds became minutes as minutes became more minutes. Something and sommat.
Chit changed outfits. Combat outfit. Current outfit. Unfortunately, Jayrenel, well, didn’t.
Couldn’t help it. She’s helpless. JUST. A. STUPID. MUTED. DOCTOR. Whatever that meant.

Chit ran toward the cockpit where she had already placed the lady in a purple dress in.
Mentioned something about damn mercs, whether they ever even knew about honor.
To be fair, Jay was less interested in such topics. Too frustrated to be pretty honest.
Right. Chit didn’t place the doctor in the cockpit. Jay snuck in. Trying to stay hidden.

For a simple reason, really. Apart from being completely and utterly useless, that is.
Chit, this Mandalorian woman, was absolutely useless and dangerous, as so proven.
Sure, she’s the doctor’s rescuer, but what had she rescued her from, exactly, at that?
There Jay is, a corner of the cockpit, surrounded by enemies, BOUND AND GAGGED.

“OW UH I OH IH EY AW AW UH, UH!?”

Still in this stupid purple dress draped over bound legs, knees bent, like a lost puppy.
Still with her hands tied back behind her waist, head craned, and gazing up dumbly.
Sure, Jay could complain of her predicament, but who’s gonna listen anyway? Chit?
Fat chance. Chit is busy not removing the gag off a tormented poor Metrum’s lips!

“OW. UH. I. OH. EH. I. AH. IH-EE. AW. I. UH-UL. AH.”

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

"What's up Doc?!" Hilal spoke through the intercom. In hindsight, she should've just pushed the Doctor to the cockpit but the woman was pretty heavy and Hilal was gambling on the fact that the auto turret could off a bunch of Mercenaries. Despite the fact these weren't some random thugs from Coruscant Underground.

Jay continued to yell through her gag, argh if only Hilal had some water to throw at her. "Oh there you are Doc!" Hilal turned around noticing Jay sitting next to her on the cockpit. "Hopped your way inside eh?!"

The sounds blaster fire was heard as well as the screams of mercenaries. "The turret is doing its job!" Hilal smirked frantically typing at the navicomputer preparing for lift off. "Better strap in Doc!" Hilal yelled pressing the button to release the landing gear. "Take off is going to be rough!"

Jayrenel Metrum

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Moments passed and, getting tired of sitting on her ass, Jay naturally got up with newfound fire.
Didn’t matter however many enemies were chasing her ass and that of her ‘partner’ and kriff ‘em.
Hands bound behind her back, a bind on her feet even, mouth gagged, it was time to be different.
In the sense that hopping between compartments gave Jay some much needed accomplishment.

Okay. So she’s useless at the moment. She gets it. That doesn’t mean she can't do something, right?
So with a hop and a bop, and “UFF!” and an “OOF!”, well, Dr. Jayrenel Metrum’s still screaming inside.
Can’t do much about it, however. Finally, she bounced her way to the cockpit to listen to a mercenary.
Hopped my way inside!? Jay is utterly speechless, quite right! Pun definitely not intended. Oh, naturally.

“I IH UH-IH AW OO UH IH-OO A IH-EE-IN IH-UH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” she screamed.

Never mind the screams of mercenaries. Kriff this piece of chit, Chit, who was supposed to save her.
Yet what had this little chick done for the woman, exactly, apart from constantly put her life in danger?
That remained to be seen, maybe. Turret was doing its job? Great! Save the day! Prepare for liftoff.
Wait. The good doc tilted her head. “Ah-ih?” Was that a joke? “I’M AW-EH-EE AH-IH OOH UH-IH IHH”

Hilal Vizsla