Private Counting Scars | Kaleleon

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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Tag: Kaleleon ​

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The A-class freighter's mass made the rides through hyperspace quite smooth -- Kelsie found that the Razor was a little rickety upon entering hyperspace. To be fair she hadn't been entirely conscious when they'd entered hyperspace just yesterday after the battle on Honoghr. After all, a reasonably large chunk of her shoulder had been ripped out of her shoulder, and the best medicine was rest, so she'd gotten to resting as soon as she'd set foot on the ship. She hadn't spared any expense with the medical droids aboard her ship; all night the surgical droids had patched up her shoulder, then she'd taken a nice long bacta bath.

The battle had been brutal, but when she'd woken up she couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. Even blinded by darkness, the light of a Jedi was something to behold; oddly enough it'd been just as blinding when the man had channeled his power into the light. The memory was hazy, but she was pretty sure when they'd left the Jedi had come aboard, along with his big... creature. Whatever that thing was.

Kelsie still kind of wanted it.

A quick check in with her crew and the medical droids confirmed that the man -- Kale? Kaleleo, something -- was in the medical bay as well, just down the hall. She'd woken up awfully early; or late, depending on what one's internal clock was like. When she'd arrived in the Jedi's room he'd been sleeping, probably resting as well, considering all of his bruises and other scrapes. That armor had been impressive, but against an army there was only so much it could do. Still, Kelsie found herself grateful for his help. That was probably what she'd express to him once he woke up.

In the meantime, there was a nice comfortable chair in the room for her to take a quick nap in. She knew she'd spent her money right on this furniture.

 

[Kaleleon]

The Battle raged on!

Narma rushing to my side. Charging with me as my bright blue saber was held high against the Bryna'dul. Creatures of biological tampering within their own. For the pure purpose of creating war machines. Eradicating life from the Galaxy one planet at a time. Fighting people who were simply minding their own. Living their life. Why? The question I kept asking myself over and over. Echoing in my head as my saber came to kill more of them. The Needle rounds they used, racing through the air like rounds of a Slug, but heated to slide into armor and damage any who were not prepared for the dual types of damage it could cause. Before watching as a hail of rounds were fired at me.

I opened my eyes with a flash and sat up quickly in my bed, only to realize I was in quite a bit of pain. Saying the same word over and over again as I slowly laid back down.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow...."

Resting my head down, I tried to rethink about what had happened. Just mere hours ago I was fighting as hard as I could. Not to completely die upon a hill, but to get those who needed to escape away from these Bryn-creatures. I coughed a little bit, flaring up with a little more pain by the likely cracked ribs and bruised chest. Those rounds hurt like hell. But I was mostly protected by the armor I wore. Luckily I had gotten it before I took my leave of the Jedi and their escapades of Peace Station.

In Ernest, I had been on that planet to refuel and prepare what I needed for my ship. Well, it seemed now I would have to get a new one since my Solo-Class was left behind. And damn was it a nice ship. I wish I could have it again. However, something new might be nice. Maybe a Gunship this time. One that can resist EMP strikes so I could use it to a better efficiency.

Its when I could feel another presence within the room. Ripples within the water that was the force. Looking over to see a woman. I didn't recognize her. Around my own age, and she clearly had some wounds. Looking over to her with my head still resting, I my memory flashed in my eyes. Getting on the ship. Being tired as all hell. Expending not just the force, but my body physically to save all I could. Narma, myself, and a couple others who could return had joined upon the ship. They likely kept Narma in the cargo hold since it would be the largest area for her to be in. I smiled to think of them taking care of her and attempting to pull the needle rounds out of her bone-like armor.

"You're the uh... captain right?"

Now that I was out of my armor, just in skivies under the blanket provided by the Med-bay, she could likely see all the scars and wounds I had upon me. I picked up a heavy hand to run it through my ginger hair as though I were preparing myself for a presentation. Trying to look somewhat good rather than as ragged as I felt.

"You gonna be alright?"

Kelsie Sylvan

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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Tag: Kaleleon ​

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The sound of coughing woke Kelsie up. She lurched forward, then sat back when she realized she wasn't the one coughing. Her gaze flitted to the Jedi, studying his face a second time. Odd how normal they now seemed, just like hospital patients or something. Pretty bad hospital. Furniture and tech was okay, but there were no nice plants or flowers or anything. Last time she'd been in a public hospital she'd...

Well, she'd saved a life, in a way. "The captain I am," she said, chuckling lightly to herself even though there wasn't anything funny. She outright laughed when he tried to fix up his hair -- considering the way both of them looked, there wasn't exactly anything to hide behind a facade of good looks and nice hair. There was something rather liberating about being stripped of one's armor, whether it was durasteel or a little bit of makeup and a nice leather jacket. Her own hair was a mess, anyways; she lazily ran a hand through it. It was cute, seeing him trying to make himself presentable.

Typical Jedi, trying to check up on everyone else before themselves. It was weird, but again, rather funny and a little endearing. She grinned. "Please, look at yourself! You're purple from bruises," she joked. Most of them had been fixed by a bit of bacta and whatnot. Kelsie's injury was worse, but at least the rest of her body didn't hurt. Her left arm was in a sling; she wasn't supposed to use it until the droids had re-sown the new muscle tissue. It'd take a little while to grow it in the lab.

Still, the pain was elsewhere for now. Conversation was pretty good for her health. "Had worse, don't worry. I've had a pretty twisty journey through life and all that... so I know to keep the best medical droids around for when I need 'em." Considering her line of work, it was understandable. "How are you feeling?" Another thought occurred to her. "Right, your pet's in the cargo bay. It's..." Beautiful? Incredible? "Resting, last my crew checked, but they were a little spooked."

 

[Kaleleon]

Chuckling to herself a little with me trying to straighten my hair. She seemed to do the same herself. Using the arm that wasnt in the sling. I do remember her having a rather limp arm back during the fight to get everyone out of there. Was it a shoulder wound? Arm wound? I wasn't too sure but she looked otherwise fine sitting there. She did somewhat mock me for asking about her when I had bruises over my body. Mostly the chest and arms from the needles. I did have a bump on my head, but it was slightly covered by my hair. Noticed when I had ran a hand through it.

"Narma! Yes. I am glad she is aboard. I am sorry for taking up space with her. She is uh... rather large compared to other beasts of burden."

Again, thinking back on how they would be taking care of her. In a few I might have to go and see if she was alright. Not sure if she would let them near her at all. Maybe just to coerce her into a part of the ship, but until I was there, she was likely in the corner growling and attempting to remove the needles herself. Which... meant there might be blood all over the cargo bay. For now, I didn't mention a word of it. Hoping it wouldn't be so bad.

Beforehand, she spoke about being in worse situations, and having the best medical droids to be able to do such. Made sense. If she was a pilot that did this kind of thing day in and day out, it would mean a hell of a lot to have droids that could heal her up quick so she could get back to work. Adjusting myself, I pulled up to sit in the bed rather than lay. Craning my neck to see her in the chair.

Groaning a little bit, I looked to see some of the damage on my chest. Mostly bruises but otherwise they will go away in time. Not the worst I have had either. Thinking back to the Lightsaber that had been thrown into my side, only to fall about a five story drop... Shaking my head physically to get rid of the thoughts, I turned my attention again to this captain.

"I uh.. Guess I never introduced myself. I am Kaleleon Seleare. But uh.. that is kind of a mouthful. I go by Kale most of the time."

She seemed to be okay for the most part. Though her droids and whatever would take care of us until we reached our next destination. Which I had no clue where it was. Now that I was sitting up, I could better get a view of who she was. Brown hair, with a little bit of red it seemed? Not too sure, but wouldn't make a final decision. Seemed to be nearing my own age. Not a day over 30 at least. Though, she looked younger to be honest. Reaching up behind my head, placing a hand on the back of my skull as I sat there.

"Sorry about not preventing that shoulder wound. Could have gotten there a little faster to be honest."

Kelsie Sylvan

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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Tag: Kaleleon ​

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"Don't worry about it. I got a big ship, there's lots of space." Even with all the Noghri aboard her ship -- which in truth was pitifully few in the grand scheme of things -- the PCL 27 was one of the best cargo freighters out there. She didn't know exactly what was going on with Kaleleon's beastie, but she was sure that Narma would be able to have enough space for herself. "Y'know, there was this one time we were wrangling rathtars... had this big Twon Ketee as part of my crew, good guy, a little thick, but strong enough to handle one on his own. Unfortunately he's not around these days, ran off to do something else," she said with a shrug.

Right, introductions. Battlefields were pretty terrible places to meet other people, weren't they? You were usually meeting someone who wanted to kill you. "Kelsie," she replied simply. "At least you've got an easy-to-remember name." Kale... wasn't that a plant, or something? Whatever.

She laughed again at the mention of her shoulder. With her free hand she patted the bundled of bandages she had there. "You're a real Jedi, aren't you," she said, shaking her head. Honestly part of her wanted to keep on making fun of him for not caring about himself, trying to do this all for someone he didn't know. Kelsie was a smuggler, after all, not exactly a pure-hearted innocent worthy of saving by a Jedi... but then again, he'd saved her life anyways. Didn't really matter why. She shrugged, then winced as her shoulder flared in pain. Right, can't do that.

"Shoulder's bad, but it could've been worse. I've seen the Draeyde before, and... well, as soon as they were brought into the battle, everything collapsed. Without you, I'd be bones on Honoghr right now. So... thanks." She gave a genuine smile.

"It's gonna be a while longer before we get to the rendezvous point. Do you want me to grab you some food or something?"

 

[Kaleleon]

Consoling me that it was fine, and her ship was big enough to hold Narma. Naming a time when she took in some Rathars which were... from name alone, implied they were difficult to keep under wraps. I just smirked as she did mention having another individual under her that was a little dense but worked very well and could handle his own. However left for personal reasons. Seems like the thing smugglers do. Get into the trade, learn from their captain, then go out on their own to add to the roster in which they could help or smuggle. Explained why there were so many of them. It also reminded me of the smuggler who helped me off of Weik. It was... disheartening to remember his passing and how he went out... but I did my best to not think back on it and stayed focused on the conversation.

Captain Kelsie. Twas all she gave me, and honestly, all I needed. She seemed like a somewhat good person. However, I could easily tell she had questions of me and whatever else. Not confusion, but just acceptance on how I was. Master Romi had always taught me to read the room as much as I could before charging in. Even though I went exactly against that teaching in battle, because sometimes, its better to throw caution to the wind, and save lives, instead of questioning and losing them.

Wincing at the shoulder, I started to move out of my bed before I winced. Wanting her to not move as she was laughing about her own injury. Proclaiming that I really was a Jedi. I sighed a little at the notion. Just leaving it hang with three words,

"Of a sorts."

However, she then started to speak of food and drink. Saying it would be some time before we got to where we were headed. She likely knew already so it would be fine. I gave her some trust in that. If she was alive this long, having already faced the Bryn before, then I knew she was good.

"Honestly, I want to check in on Narma before I eat. I mean, if that is fine with you?"

If needed, I could remove the needles from her myself. Or, just keep her calm so then the others could take them out. I didn't know if there was a poison in them, or if there was more damage done to her. Plus, she had to escape some nasty tank creatures during the fight, and I wasn't sure how she did that. I had been too focused on trying to get the captain out of there, and getting the other guy who was frozen.

Kelsie Sylvan

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

N O W H E R E

Tag: Kaleleon ​

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Kelsie raised an eyebrow at his comment. Of sorts? This guy had a real hero complex, that was what she thought. He was a Jedi so it made sense. Maybe he felt inadequate? There were a lot of powerful Jedi out there, lots of people who seemed less gun-ho about killing aliens, and without a doubt there were people who were better. Still, it wasn't her place to ask about Jedi matters. There were already a half dozen orders she could name off the top of her head. Maybe he wasn't part of any of them... none of the Jedi ships had contacted her about him yet, so that was entirely possible. She didn't ask.

At least he cared about his pet, that was good. Kelsie nodded in response to his question. "Of course." She didn't entirely know what the situation was with his beastie, so now was a good time to check it out. She stood up, feeling a bit of tingling in her legs from sitting so long. A nice little walk would make her feel better. She went to the door, then paused, glancing back at Kale to make sure he could get out of bed alright.

Soon enough they were on their way, walking down the halls of the A-class. Kelsie guided them towards the cargo bay. It wouldn't do to walk in silence, of course. "So, Narma... where'd you get her? Doesn't look like anything I've ever seen."