Common Ground

[Choli Vyn]

The heat of his cybernetic arm didn't register for Choli. Nor did his state of undress bother her. The Lieutenant Commander might be young, but she had a couple of years under her belt in the Galactic Alliance Navy. Carrier refreshers and double occupancy cabins along with Squadron Locker rooms left little to the imagination for her to really care.

A grunt and a grimace traced her lips as they slowed. The sensation was coming back to her legs, the slight pins and needles feeling fading away. Where Trextan had used the excuse to slow down, Choli stubbornly attempted to speed up. It resulted in an awkward few stumbling steps for the pair, her hair swinging back and forth as it flanked her olive face.

"Doesn't matter." she chirped out through tight teeth, the dark slash of her brows angling down. It was hard for her to simply answer that, her expression suggesting that whatever it was, it troubled her. From a glance, one could gather the bruises on her wrists and her ankles. A few yellow-green ones decorated her collar. Some were old, perhaps a few weeks? Her head rose, eyes scanning for signs and any more nurses or medics that would end their little escape.

"What do they have in there?' She side stepped along as he tightened his grip on her hip, moving her along. A half thought came in the awareness that she was likely hurting him by leaning so close. Those red welts and all. An after thought along with her hardheadedness in the situation prompted the girl to try and pull away.

"I can walk now." yeah, no, not quite; but she was getting there.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

“Oh good,” he replied a little too quickly. She might not have cared but he'd been starting to become more self-conscious of how close he'd had to hold her to keep her upright. The pain in his side, however, had hardly registered at all. He carefully reduced how much of the weight he was taking until she was standing on her own. He kept both arms up in case she fell again.

“And it kind of does matter,” he replied. His hair swayed as he tilted his head from side to side. “I just want to make sure I'm not going to get you killed by helping you leave,” he explained quickly. “And I only got a quick look at the hangar. There were ships but I don't really know models all that well. They've been teaching me to identify profiles of military fighters but that's about it.”

She seemed a touch irrational and was struggling to walk. Feth he hadn't just helped someone out who's suffered a stroke or an aneurysm? Bruises on the wrists - a criminal would be even worse. No, not that. She would have felt different to him otherwise. She was honest, he could sense that much from her.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[SIZE=9pt]A brief glance was shot over to the teenager. A few quick second skim, almost as if she were appraising him. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Teaching him to identify profiles? Why?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Just where did he come from?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her hair had swung in front of her face, prompting the girl to pause. Her weight shifted, right arm coming up to brush her hair away from her face. The medical robe gave a slight crinkling sound.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I’m fine.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]That I am aware of. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Nevermind that in her rush she completely forgot about the datapad that contained Janes’ message.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Turning back to stranger, her face twisted into a contemplating scowl. He was looking at her as if she might be smoking a bit too much Lunaweed. Honestly, at another time, Choli might have agreed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I’ll get you to wherever you need to go.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] She added, indicating that she figured his questioning of her capabilities was because he wanted to make sure she could fly him.. to well, wherever it was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Were they military? Civilian?’ [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Because that would change how she went about --[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The sudden sound of approaching footsteps and hum of a hovering medical droid made Choli’s head jerk to the right. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Oh feth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Quickly, she gave a look around. There were two doors down the hall. Choli took to hobbling to the closest one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Come on!”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] She hissed, waving him over, her bare feet making little pitter-pattering sounds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Feth, please be unlocked[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], she thought to herself, reaching for the door….[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[SIZE=9pt]It wasn't unlocked. It wasn't heavily secured; there were cleaning supplies inside and not drugs. Trextan heard the droid coming. A droid like that could identify them in a flash and report them out of the bay. A nurse or orderly could be dealt with them easier. There were many simple lies he could hammer home with a very light mental prod through the Force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As Choli rattled the door Trextan stepped up to the door. “Here,” he offered. The circular knob was stuck by the lock and refused to turn. Trextan slipped his artificial hand over it. There was a light whir, a pop and the handle turned and the door opened.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He slipped inside and closed the door as softly as possible behind them. It was a supply room with no other exits. Nothing to do no but wait for the staff to pass.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Just civilian,” he whispered. His eyebrows came together as he recalled what she had just said. “And I wasn't worried about you being able to fly,” not after her stern assertion anyway, “I just didn't want to… you know… be responsible for getting you seriously hurt.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He fell completely silent as the footsteps reached their peak. He stood a few places away from Choli, leaning against some shelving. He still had his overall goal in mind, but since the girl had started yanking on needles he had mostly been following in her wake. [/SIZE]

 

[Choli Vyn]

[SIZE=9pt]Okay, so at least he was handy. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Choli pressed her ear close to the door, anxiety running down her veins as the sound of footsteps grew. Swallowing hard, her pale and sweat slicked face, contorted a bit in a frown. She could swear that her heart was practically thumping so hard that it would burst out of her chest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A finger rose, motioning for the other teenager to halt his whispering. Choli didn’t know if he meant it or not, but it took a bit of the bite from her voice a few seconds later after the droid and the footsteps recessed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Turning towards him, the girl set her shoulders. It was a storage room. Utility closet really. Training kicked in with using whatever items of opportunity once could get in a situation that required her to sneak out. Ironic that she was using this but couldn’t remember how the past month went.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I won’t be,”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she assured him back, a little bit more in command of herself. A stack of pink folded cloth - coral really - caught the Rogue’s attention. Slipping past Trextan, she went to investigate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I just need to get my bearings, that’s all.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] It was as much of an explanation as she could give him now. Well, whoever was. Pausing in front of the shelves, Choli lifted her hands and started to rifle through them. They were nurses scrubs. An idea struck her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She checked the sizes. A few were too small, but the Medical center had other species among their staff. Which meant…. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]ah, hah![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Success came in the sound of the girl finding a scrub blouse in her size. A few quick and deft movements of her fingers found another that fit the guy behind her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Here.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] She told him, tossing him the scrubs. There were even booties here. Better than nothing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Put this on.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Choli instructed him, the girl already tugging at the straps of her medical robe at her waist to change.[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[SIZE=9pt]Trextan caught the bundle just as it struck his face and wrapped around his head and shoulders. Right then, she was clearly in charge for now. That he had agreed to those terms didn't necessarily mean his expectation had been to get ordered around. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He held the bundle of lobster pink garments in a bundle and looked up at the girl. Given what she was hurriedly doing he sharply turned his back and started to pull the scrubs on over his vest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As he changed the shock of the situation started to fade. He realised he was excited. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when his back was turned. This was very foolish, but far more interesting than sitting in a gown and waiting for tests. His father - the one who has raised him on Coruscant - had been a sensible, level headed person. Perhaps if he had been his biological father too he wouldn't have even considered this course. Jacen, however, had been a headstrong and impetuous youth and there was more of him in Trextan than he cared to admit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Something told him that the girl was going to get into even worse trouble if he didn't come along. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I'm Trextan by the way,” he called over his shoulder. [/SIZE]

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]


[SIZE=9pt]Choli gave a shimmy, slipping off the first robe and then the next. The cool air of the air recycler hit her skin, prompting the rise of the tiny hairs along her arms and over her body with goosebumps. Her back to him, he’d see that she was in the middle of shoving the robes into a nearby cubby. The expanse of her back was exposed, brief flashes of olive skin littered with constellations of bruises in varying hues of yellows, greens, and violet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]So his name was Trextan? [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Her dark hair swung across her back as Choli slipped the scrub top over her head and smoothed it back down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Choli.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]She answered quietly in return, aware that she at least owed him that. No sense in bringing up her rank; she didn’t know where or who he worked for. A small wince and the pilot went reaching for some booties. Bending down, she fluffed them out and slipped them on over her bare feet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Or Cho. I answer to either.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]She added, tossing the thick mane of hair over one shoulder. There had to be something she could use to tie it back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Civilian craft…”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she murmured. Definitely medical freighters. Those were too large though. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Something smaller? A shuttle? A scout ship?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her lips formed into a straight line.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“I can work with that.”[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

“Which would you prefer?” He asked. His pulse was slightly elevated. There was the excitement of the escape, but more immediately seeing the girl in his periphery no matter how hard he had attempted to avert his gaze. Trextan sat on the floor, slipping his boots back on now that he was wearing full scrubs. They didn't have ID badges but who really checked that in a hospital? He didn't recall going through any doors that needed swipe card access on the way here.

He noted that the distinction between civilian and military craft made it seem like she was familiar with either. That was an interesting fact.

Trextan stood up and moved to the door. He couldn't hear anyone on the other side. Closing his eyes and holding up his left hand he stretched out his senses through the Force.

“I think it's clear. If we slip out through the emergency department it might be too busy for them to...Oh. Or they might try and make us work,” he reasoned, looking for at his clothes. He reached down and picked up his bag, throwing it over one shoulder. The bag and boots gave a good hint that he'd come here from a military unit.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]“Cho is fine.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The brunette replied, switching in between taking off the baggy pants and switching to the scrubs. Not that it really mattered with the shirt covering the essentials. Toned legs flashed briefly as the lobster colored drawstring pants ascended over humble curves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“We’ll figure it out if that happens.” She added, finding a small band amongst the supplies. It would do. Briskly, she finger combed her hair and wound it up into a thick bun at the nape of her neck, which only brought more emphasis to the bruises there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Legs a little bit more stable now, Choli twisted and came up beside Trextan. She also shut her eyes, as if she was focusing, perhaps listening in? Little did they know that they were both using the Force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Yeah, I think it is clear.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Taking the pants she’d worn earlier, she handed them over to him. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Thanks.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Choli added, before grabbing a cloth breathing mask. Fingers looped the elastic over her mouth. Better to blend in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Taking the handle of the door, the teenager carefully and slowly twisted the handle. With caution, she opened it, a slit of light falling on them both. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Hazel grey eyes took stock of the corridor. No droid or nurses.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]With a silent beckoning motion of her fingers, Choli gestured for Trextan to follow. They had to get to the hanger. Up along the wall were Aurabesh sigils in blue labeling “Emergency Department.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well, now they had their direction.[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan did a poor job of keeping his eyes forwards as she slipped into her scrubs. His long hair flicked out as he caught himself watching them slide up olive skinned thighs.

It was irrational anger rather than arousal that swelled within him. The extent of the bruising had alluded his attention thus far. As she pulled alongside him he focused on the idea that she'd been hurt by someone.

“Cho it is then,” he said as they stepped out, but he looked at her in a new light.

As he followed after her he heard metal scraping against metal. Looking down he saw that he had balled both his fists tightly in anger. In a moment of clarity he eased them open and chastised himself.

Stop this. You've invented some guy who beat Cho in your mind just to find something to be angry at. It's not the first time.

There had been so much anger directed at Jacen, cultivated over years. Now it had no home, it latched onto anything it could find. Like a parasite.

He tried very hard not to let eye contact linger after nodding politely at an orderly passing by.

Think about it. If you want to join the Investigators you need to actually think not just act.

“Were you in a speeder crash?” He whispered as they turned towards the treatment end of the emergency department. The answer suddenly mattered a great deal.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]Choli had heard the faint sounds of metal creaking against metal. A glance had caught sight of where it came from. His cybernetic hand. A brief flashback brought back the conversation the nurse and the Kallidahn doctor had discussed over Trextan’s arm. Recalling how he managed to get the window open and how he had quickly taken care of the bleeding of her forearm, a thought came to her about his use of his arm. The question he followed up with, however, swept those ruminations from her mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“No,”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Choli managed to answer, voice muffled as she gave a slight grimace in remembrance. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Not quite. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]That was the problem. She wasn’t sure what was due to the crash and what could possibly be do to--Her lips drew tight again, and tension ran down her back. It was easy to read that there was more to it than that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Not quite.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she added, being careful with her footsteps. Her strength was returning to her legs, so at least she wasn’t hobbling around. Every now and then, however, she favored her right leg. As they neared the Emergency department, more and more medical personnel were a common sight. Comm calls and pages for nurses or doctors echoed overhead through the comm system, a few droids and Kallidahin medics.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Emergency shuttle Aurek Nine approaching, all available medical personnel, please report to hanger Besh-Ten. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Wait, if there was an emergency vehicle coming in…[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“We can use this.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she murmured quietly over her shoulder. “Get us to the hanger.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A beckon of her fingers, and she pushed open the Emergency center doors. The chaotic sounds of medical personnel moving back and forth, medical monitors, and call outs for aid was a cacophonous rush to the ears.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Yeah, this would be tricky.[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan didn’t have time for any further follow up questions. He could feel almost a tension building there. Their alliance was founded on little more than a shared goal of getting out of the hospital. They could talk this through after they were on a shuttle. They needed to find a shuttle that wasn’t part of the emergency service of course. Even desperate to get away Trextan wouldn’t compromise the services of the facility.

The emergency department was as he remembered it. They were in the back end where the real emergency cases were. Only a handful of bays were in use but there was a rush of staff to follow the call over the intercom. He followed Choli through and no questions were asked. There was an isolated unit on one side surrounded in curved glass where two Polis Massans treated a patient whilst decked out in environmental suits. Must have been a suspected dangerous infection.

They entered one of the waiting area. People with minor ailments sat down in near silence once the swinging doors had closed behind them. A young man holding a blood-stained rag across his forehead put one arm out across their path.

“I’m sorry, but do you know when I might get seen?” he asked.

“You’ll have to check with the desk, sorry,” Trextan replied promptly.

A pair of wide doors opened to the hangar. They were forced to step aside as a repulsorlift powered trolley came through with a woman groaning in pain. From the burn marks he could only surmise that there had been an accident on a spacecraft in the region. He heard the words ‘reactor leak’ from the staff rushing by.

The hangar was a wide open space. A circular platform with a dome above that was half open. Trextan could see a faint, shimmering field that kept the atmosphere in. There were bright colours painted on the ground and lights to direct emergency vehicles and indicate where visitors needed to go. He could see several shuttles over the far side of the bay that looked promising.

“You two!” someone called. Trextan looked up to see a human with a patient on a trolley. “Get this man a type four scan and a dose of hexobaline as quickly as…” he furrowed his brow. “I don’t recognise you two, where are your badges?”

“We’re new, interns. Just finished our shift and we’re leaving,”Trextan stated.

“You’re leaving,” the man stated. There was the typical glassy-eyed expression of having been tricked by the Force but Trextan wasn’t sure it would hold.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]Now Choli was beginning to pick up a trend. A quizzening expression shot towards the teenager, watching how he’d given a quick, almost urgent gesture. His eyes were wide, anxiety and nervousness coloring them dark. Little things began to click for the girl, her training with Chloe and Jan rushing to memory and helping her connect the nav points.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]So he can use the Force.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Well, ‘use’ a loose term. He didn’t appear confident in it, which meant he was completely new to it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With no time to wait, Choli pressed along the back of Trextan’s arm, encouraging him to continue before the mind trick was no longer viable.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Go!” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]She hissed, her voice a low, harsh whisper as her own eyes went scanning for any other interruptions. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Take him where he needs to go,” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]she followed up with the nurse, encouraging him to continue with his groaning patient.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Oh, right.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] A side step and Choli accidentally managed to bump into Trextan, his bag shuffling. Another marker. Military. Force User. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Just who was he?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A dart of her eyes, and a brief[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], “Sorry.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Said under her breath. Two signs up ahead signaled with a red arrow the route to the hanger bay. Well, one of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]several[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

“Don’t worry about it, you’re good to keep going?” he asked.

Her stubborn expression said everything.

“Okay then. You’re getting your legs back quickly,” he noted. It seemed the mind trick had held long enough for Choli to act, at least. She’d glanced at him almost suspiciously. He decided he could explain on the way out.

“Not the emergency hangar bay,” he said suddenly, leading them down a corridor away from the emergency route. “I don’t think we want to take an ambulance.” Behind them he heard another repulsor trolley being led towards the emergency trolley, several sets of footsteps accompanying it. It was a silly notion, but he wanted to help. There wasn’t anything he could add to a medical team however.

They came out at a smaller bay. He could still see the exit from the asteroid through the dome above them, but there were no staff around. He felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]


[SIZE=9pt]“Yeah, just needed to walk a bit.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Choli assured him, the mask over her mouth moving with the low uttered words. I was the truth. Just needed to get her legs back along with her bearings. She always landed on her feet. Had to. One doesn’t survive in No Man’s Land without adapting. Choli had to tell herself that as they continued along. However, Janes’ letter kept rearing back, reminding her that she hadn’t quite been in control. Not for the last month that is, and that only made her even more uneasy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“No, we aren’t going to the emergency hanger.” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] She added, turning left and right to get a good idea of where they were. The massive viewport and particle screen revealed the endless black of space. Nothing but asteroids and the distant sun there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Things were slowly clicking in Choli’s mind on where she was at.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was a smaller hanger, suited for small cargo shipments and additional landing ports for any local needing some aid. This was just one of the civilian hanger bays. There were a few from CEC, A YZ1200, a few Protectorate Yachts, even some light freighters. Too large. They needed something small.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As they sped walked along, searching for what was available, the sound of approaching droids would come from their right. It was a pair of security droids, doing their scouting rounds.[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan surveyed what was ahead of them. There were a pair of Sheathipedes[/URL near the back of the bay. Ugly but functional. Behind them were three T-1[/URL shuttles behind them. Trextan was too busy perusing the shuttles to notice the droids.

“What are you both doing here?” One called out. They didn't run but they started a brisk walk.

The other took a look at their faces. “They are not in the database of staff,” it said loudly enough for Trextan to hear.

Trextan turned towards Choli. “Go, I'll run when I hear the engines.” He squeezed his mouth tight and tilted his head towards the shuttles. He was putting a lot of faith in the girl he knew nothing about. There could be every chance she would go without him.

Trextan walked towards the droids to meet them halfway. “Hold up. I'm on an investigation. Look I can show you my papers.”

“Slide that bag off very carefully there's a good lad.”

Trextan slowed his movements and opened the bag very carefully. He pulled out a small ID badge. One of the droids took it. “Trextan Voidstalker,” it announced loudly. “Jedi Justicars have no jurisdiction here. Our boss didn't mention an investigation.”

“I'll go speak to Dee Three now!” said the other. It turned and promptly marched off. One down, Trextan thought.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]Part of Choli wasn’t sure if she should go along with his plan; that is, have him distract the droids while she went to search for a shuttle for them to use. In the end, it took but two seconds to come to the conclusion that arguing wasn’t going to do them any good. It would be wasted seconds; precious seconds that they needed to be able to find a way out of here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Rogue caught sight of the classic Trade Federation shuttle and immediately decided against it. Too big. At twenty meters, it was far too large and honestly, the ship could only land on hard surfaces, which made landing choices slim with it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And honestly, she was a little bit prejudiced against Neimodian Trade Federation design.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]No, instead the brunette speed up towards one of the distant T-1’s. Smaller design yes, likely only had consumables for a week - if it had any - and moderately armed and defended.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“That’ll do,” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]she said under her breath, the mask fluttering as she spoke. Behind her she heard the brief mention of Jedi Justicar. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Jedi what?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It wasn’t a division she’d heard before, at least not in the Alliance. Which meant he could very well be with anyone else. Jedi Orders were a credit a dozen in the ‘verse, each with their own ideologies and purposes. Moving up, the brunette searched for the entry way. Ramp was up, looked like the airlock on the side as well. Damnit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]With a grimace, she set her shoulders. Well, she had to huff it. Her body mentally prepared herself, the girl using the enclosed ladderwell slots to climb up the side of the T-1 towards the airlock.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well, good thing Chloe taught me a thing or two about ship locks...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her muscles protested the movement, reminding her that her body was still recuperating from whatever had happened to her. A grunt and a puff of hot air blew out of her cheeks, oily face staring down at the console beside the latch of the airlock.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Pressing her hand against it, Choli shut her eyes. The Force went surging through her - much to her relief - as she attempts to pick the lock to grant her access.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Come onn…”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she whispered, hearing the droid down the way call out, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][ Trextan Voidstalker, please stand by for verification. ][/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

The droid had a comm-unit integrated on its chest. The speaker crackled once more. “Dee says he hasn't heard of any Jedi investigations.”

“Thank you Esso-seven. Well Mr Voidstalker what do you have to say about that?” The droid didn't seem overly concerned about the whole afraid, which struck Trextan as odd. Perhaps they weren't programmes for genuinely dangerous situations but politely removing troublesome patients on strong medication.

“Who is Dee?” Trex asked.

“Who is Dee? Who is Dee? Did you hear that Esso? He asked who Dee was?”

“I did hear that yet. I'm coming back down now in case he causes trouble.”

“Oh I don't think he'll be any trouble will you Trextan?”

Yes definitely used to dealing with slightly loopy patients from the mental health wing. “Of course not, but who is Dee?” Trex repeated to buy time.

“Head of security of course. If there was an investigation he would…”

“I've only spoken to the board,” Trex replied firmly, pushing his ID back into his bag.

The droid managed to look affronted by body language alone. Trextan imagined that even not being very bright, they would likely built to restrain strong patients. “Well, it would be like the board to keep us…”

“Maybe they suspected an internal problem?” Trextan replied with a grin. Once more he didn't even realise that he was enjoying this little adventure. It took his mind off the problems he'd created for himself within his own mind.

“Emmate? The nurse here says Trextan Voidstalker is a patient. And they're also missing a Choly Vyn.”

Trextan grimaced and looked at the comm-unit as if it had personally offended him. The game was up now.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

[SIZE=9pt]The lights flickered from red to green, the latch of the airlock sliding open much to Choli’s delight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Yes[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she uttered, giving a small grunt and a grimace as her muscles flexed and she dropped herself inside. The sensors caught her movement, the lights flickering on. Yeah, it was a tight space, but she could work with this. The T-1 shuttle was made to be piloted by a single person with enough room for three more give or take the moderate storage area. What it lacked in a galley and an actual suite it made up in speed. Perfect for what she needed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Turning round, her fingers went curling around the airlock handle. She was about to slid it shut when she heard the droid outside. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Oh right. Trextan.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Looking behind her she caught sight of the closed ramp. Better than jumpin in through the side. Shutting the airlock, Choli locked it in place. As quick as she could, the pilot spun on the bootie she wore, turning to head off towards the cockpit. At the most, a T-1 was all of about fifteen meters in length. A tight fit, but would do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Reaching her objective, Choli squeezed inside. There was enough room for a pilot and a co-pilot; [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]not that I’ll need it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ripping the mask from her face, she tossed the pink slip of fabric to the side. She went slamming down upon the pilot seat, her fingers fanning and moving across the console. If Trextan was hoping for a distraction, he got it with the growing whine of engines starting up.[/SIZE]

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

“I have no idea what you and the other patient are playing at but I need you to come back to your ward with me,” the droid said. Trxten could feel it. It was like a cat before a leap. The droid had moved just a few inches closer but it was about to go for him.

He kept his posture relaxed and easy. “Of course, of course.”

There was no lunge or snatch. The droid looked him and down, trying to decide if he was lying. Trextan had no way to affect the minds of machines.

“Shall we,” he said, pointing towards the door. He genuinely considered leaving with the droid. It wasn't like he was under arrest. He could buy Cho the time to run. Trextan thought of the desperate look in her eyes when she'd been pulling at the wires and tubes and changed his mind. The droid seemed to be having similar thoughts.

“Where did the other one go?”

The engines started to whine. The security droid turned it's head.

“I'm sorry about this,” Trextan said. A shove through the Force put the droid on its back and he turned and ran. He hoped he wasn't running just to get a closer look at Cho's departure.