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Fragile Hearts Snuffed by Wicked Thoughts
Lothal
Tags: Open

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There was a great deal of risk with how Phobos lived, not one that she had recognized until now.

The Ashspawn had been drifting from planet to planet, hiding on transports to go where her instincts told her she should be. Unfortunately her luck as of late had been drawn particularly thin. She had found something terrible in this new place she had found herself, one that seemed to cause wounds to her very soul. She could still see the terrible spines and razor sharp claws, hidden within the depths of that temple-place. It's very presence seemed to cause Phobos a great deal of pain. It spoke to her, not in a way she comprehended. Terrible things, it whispered, the only true meaning of them dread and hatred. Then it's ghastly talons ripped into her. Her body was composed of ash and didn't usually feel pain, yet these wounds left behind black gashes across her body that were slow to heal, still lingering. A smokey purple haze seemed to leak out from these injuries. Phobos didn't even know she could get wounded.

She had only just barely managed to throw it into that pit with the Force. Now she was a mess, covered in gashes in an alleyway, setting herself on a discarded bench under the balcony of an abandoned business. Worse yet, as though to spite her, rain had begun to fall from above. Should she leave the refuge of the balcony her fire was sure to go out and temporarily sever her connection to the Force. It would take her weeks to heal if that occurred.

Why had the creature hurt her? It almost seemed like it had been created to destroy her, an entity which she could neither truly defeat nor defend herself from. What was she then? A being so fragile she seemed to fall apart in the face of malice, surely she was not truly meant to exist. Phobos sighed as she ran her fingers along the hem of her plain white dress. It had suffered damage as well, three claw-marks notable along her abdominal region. Not to mention it was filthy. The young woman let out an empty breath, having no lungs to fulfill a reflex that felt organic to her. All she could really do was curl up on the bench and wait for the rain to pass.

Then where would she go? What was she even traveling for. What even was she?

Maybe she should just rest a little...


 

Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Dog's Duties
Immediate Goals -
1: Recover the tu'kata (SUCCEDED)
2: Conduct Cleanup.

BLUFOR - Phobos Phobos

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Phobos Phobos || OPEN FREQUENCY

Rain poured down, cooling the warmed slugthrower and the rotten ichor of whatever Sith-hounds weren't so compliant to being returned to their kennels. This whole affair had been a chitshow, the Kainate taking advantage of the Outer Rim's isolation to let their genetic experiments run amok, for seemingly no reason save for cruelty - cruelty that was synonymous with idiocy.

Twelve Force-sensitive entities had been mauled by this oversight, the Sith once more caused problems that he would have to clean up - that was what the dark-hatted Kiffar was seemingly destined to do. Following the trail of one remaining, the barrels of guns and flashlights trained in on where it lead - with the pit where the now dispatched Sith-hound, and a rather unusual figure...

Blinking between the sudden onset of artificial lights, she would see someone from an old Star Pioneer holoflick, complete with black duster, slugthrowers and battle-droid accompaniment - well, maybe not the last part. Burgundy eyes betrayed his affiliation, the Sith, and the anger that had simmered beneath the surface. Annoyance with his superior, self-debasement for not being able to do more, but now it softened as he noticed the strange woman before him.

"Tag and bag." he motioned for one to follow after the incapacitated Sith-hound, while the others formed a protective perimeter around himself and the Sith. "It's all right..." he holstered his guns quickly, softening his voice and his aura in the Force. "It's all right... my name is Trayze Tesar, Ah'm a detective..."

And a detective he needed to be, because this young girl was downright... well, mystical. A detached head, a detached and ever-burning head... with a sigh, he asked. "Mind if Ah get yer name? We're gonna getcha a doc, and we're gonna getcha someplace safe, okay?"

The Kiffar stood a half-pace away from where the balcony and the gradual pittering of rain was, granting her space, and lowering himself down to not appear as threatening as he no doubt looked.
 
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Lothal
Tags: Trayze Tesar Trayze Tesar

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Phobos was startled to focus by the arrival of someone new, brandishing a gun that they holstered. She didn't need to look at his eyes to feel his emotions. Hatred, anger, frustration... These things hung tensely in the air, only causing her more pain. Phobos winced and moved herself backward, a vain attempt to keep her distance. The wounds on her body only seemed to spill out more hazy smoke in response to his presence.

It was as though being in proximity to the darkness was damaging her.


"It's all right... my name is Trayze Tesar, Ah'm a detective..."

"Mind if Ah get yer name? We're gonna getcha a doc, and we're gonna getcha someplace safe, okay?"

"Don't come any closer," she ordered, though her tone hardly carried an intimidating bite. "I-I know what you are. D-don't lie."

The Ashspawn had gotten to her feet, sure to move to the furthest edges of the balcony. If that... evil creature that had attacked her had left her like this, the emotions this man carried would surely cripple her even further. She didn't know what he'd do, but she certainly didn't want to find out. She may even have to risk going out into the rain to do so. Lothal's capital had been left a maze after the various battles against the Empire here. Surely she could manage to find somewhere to hide in there.

"Y-you're only going to hurt me," Phobos stated. "Keep your anger over there..."


 

Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Dog's Duties
Immediate Goals -
1: Escort the unknown female to medical procedures.

BLUFOR - Phobos Phobos

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Phobos Phobos || OPEN FREQUENCY

Sith.

That was the unspoken damnation that this woman had hissed - both in the speech and her own wounds cried out condemnation to the Kiffar. Eyes widened, and emotions swirled, all of them scented with guilt. With shame. Instinctively, he stepped backwards, as far backwards as he could while still being able to speak to her - even if it was a shout.

"All right..." he had prefaced, before turning to his droid compatriot "All right... Get a medidroid, and as big of a waterproof tarp as you can get!"
"Waterproof and fireproof are usually mutually exclusive, sir." the B1 warbled in despondency, torn between the Asimovian duty to defend their master, and to assist the injured sapient before them.
"Oi, no lip! We have an injured person here, make tracks!"
"Roger-roger..."

With that, the unseen lines were drawn, where Trayze sat, soaking in the rain and mud, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions in check.

Sith. He had heard that the Force was neither good nor evil, simply the energy used - and for the longest time he had hoped it was true. He didn't care to clean up the reputation of the Sith, as much as he may genuinely boast of patriotism, because he wasn't going to let the "Dark Side" stop him from helping comfort an injured person.

Except that is precisely what was happening.

The largest and loudest of anger had fizzled into guilty resolve, perhaps a sensation more enticing to the flame-woman if she wasn't so injured - but he motioned to allow the droids to give her space, not box her in.

"...Ah'm going to get you to a medbay." he stated, trying to thread the line between non-negotiable decision and the compassion needed to help those victimized. "There'll be no Sith, but there may be a few droids... would you like that?"

It was difficult to ascertain the best way to heal a creature made from ash and fire. It was difficult to have a soft, kindly tone while still carrying it across distance and rain. It was difficult to keep his natural emotions in check when he could do so much more.

But he will do better. He would do more. He will do just that.
 

Lothal
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"There'll be no Sith, but there may be a few droids... would you like that?"

"You'll... just be wasting your time," Phobos muttered. "I'm not organic. H-healing facilities won't be effective."

Phobos frowned, wrapping her arms around herself as she examined the Sith. He seemed... remorseful. That was odd given how strong his other emotions had been. It at the very least gave the air of someone who hadn't completely lost control. His bout of compassion conflicted with the darker feelings swirling around him. Perhaps he was different. It would, at the very least, decrease the chance she was brought more harm.

Decrease. Not entirely eliminate.

"I regenerate on my own," she insisted. "I just... had a run in with one of your abominations... U-unnatural things damage me greatly, I suppose... I don't typically experience pain..."

The Ashspawn hissed as another plume of mist emerged from her wounds.


"You're s-surprisingly passive," Phobos remarked as she winced. "Any other of your kind would have... surely snuffed my light by now... It's an affront to your Sith's disorder..."

The Sith were beings of chaos, ones who broke down the natural order of the Galaxy for their own gain. Hunting prey was natural. Emotions like fear and anger were natural. What these people were was dark and twisted beyond the natural state of being. If that thing that had damaged her was any indication of what their presence did to a planet, Phobos prayed their wasn't more.


 

Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Dog's Duties
Immediate Goals -
1: Escort the unknown female to medical procedures.

BLUFOR - Phobos Phobos

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Phobos Phobos || OPEN FREQUENCY

"I will-" he stated, initially with the hardness of certainty, of defiance, of not letting the suffering be in vain, but once more he would remind himself to exhale. Permit the feelings, don't let them control you.

With an awkward cough, he cleared his throat and reexamined himself after a potentially harmful rise of emotions. "I... would still like very much to help, Miss." he stated, a mix of sorrow, genuine empathy, and guilt for not reining his emotions in, or at the very least, align them more towards what was healthy, what was natural.

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It... displeases me to see you injured and being unable to bring you to safety in a way I would normally do..." he explained, hoping that the gentle externalization and examination of his feelings would be far more gracious to her injuries than the brief bouts of intensity. "...If there is truly nothing that I can do, I will still offer you a dry place, and any resources that you need to... expedite your recovery." It grieved him to be this clinical in front of a wounded girl, but there was nothing to be done.
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After which, should you have no further business on this planet, I will offer the accommodations of the Consuasor to take you wherever you so wish." he allowed some semblance of hope to sneak into his words. "She's a frigate, a control group. No Force Artifacts, of Jedi or Sith, are aboard. A... calmer and quieter place."

Some of the B1s began to cover and escort the unnatural Sithspawn away from the ditch, the adrenaline and ozone of the Kiffar's hunt winding down to the dulling ambience of rainfall.
 
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Lothal
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"I'm fine. I... can get myself off of Lothal," she insisted.

He was strangely insistent, showing a great degree of control over his emotions. This act alone, not letting himself be conquered by his anger, made all the difference in her wounds. Fresh ash slowly began to generate, filling in her injuries. Typically these feelings wouldn't harm her, but they seemed to greatly effect her when she was already weakened. At least she had some relief from the darkness.

"If you care so much about strangers... I-I can't help but wonder why you follow the Sith," Phobos noted. "The path of the dark is greed... to cast aside others for the gain of the self. Y-you don't exhibit those traits."

Phobos frowned as she watched his droids haul away the Sithspawn she had been injured by off in the distance.

"If you have the capacity for compassion... I would hope that you can also see the harm they bring," the young woman concluded.

She wanted to believe that he did. She wanted to believe that the nature of people was to trend towards compassion. After all, people lived in the light. It was the natural state of being, even amidst greed and anger. It was hard to accept that any one individual could be inherently evil by choice. It was something that had to be impressed upon them by something else.

At least that's what she hoped.


 

Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Dog's Duties
Immediate Goals -
1: Escort the unknown female to medical procedures.

BLUFOR - Phobos Phobos

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Phobos Phobos || OPEN FREQUENCY

He would have loved to conversed with her on the matter, loved to go at length as to what and why he did - but he bit his tongue. Getting angry, even on behalf of someone, may very well kill her. So Trayze retreated into contrite brooding, allowing a beat to occur between them.

"...I do." He exhaled, looking to the skies, allowing a brief sharpening of his musculature under the cool precipitation. "...But I dare not speak on it, for firstly, Ah don't know yer name - seems a bit rude ta' wax philosophical with a lass you just met." he may mask it with self deprecating humor, but the flaming creature may see the kaleidoscope of emotions underneath him - perhaps that is why he remains Sith, for despite his control of emotions, he seemed... anathema to the serenity of the Jedi. The echoes of sensations and memories, not loud, but deep, hummed under the outline of the rainfall, like smoke from pyres, censers, and burnt away bridges.

"Secondly, when I speak of Sith... Ah get annoyed. When Ah speak of Jedi, Ah..." a pause, a second dryness, a second stillness, where blood chilled and lips became parched. "...Get frightened, an' then Ah get mad."

There was a twinge of animalism within the Kiffar, that the anger came, despite any pontification, from a place of... not wanting to die? With a clear of his throat, he continued. "Gettin' that way won't help speed up recoveries in the best of times, eh? And I wish to help, or at least, do no more harm than I already did..."
 
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Lothal
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"Secondly, when I speak of Sith... Ah get annoyed. When Ah speak of Jedi, Ah..." a pause, a second dryness, a second stillness, where blood chilled and lips became parched. "...Get frightened, an' then Ah get mad."

Strange. He didn't seem to be fond of either Jedi or Sith. Phobos had met Jedi, and they seemed to be good people, but she understood that any institution was not free of it's own problems. A more sympathetic expression came to her face as she considered something to say that would perhaps be of more value as oppose to simply being frustrating to him.

"I... appreciate that you wish to mitigate your harm," she noted. "If I may, though... have you considered walking your... your own path? Away from the Sith and Jedi? There's good places out there. Places where neither tread. Maybe... you just need to be somewhere you can find yourself without the noise of others."

The Ashspawn gave a sheepish smile, trying her best to keep her tone pleasant.


"If that makes sense, anyways."


 

Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Dog's Duties
Immediate Goals -
1: Establish rapport and ensure that the unknown female

BLUFOR - Phobos Phobos

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Phobos Phobos || OPEN FREQUENCY

"It does... and it would..." he gave a rueful smirk to the Ashborn lass. "If Ah didn't have kin. Somebody's gotta look out fer 'em. If Ah upped an' left... it'd... it'd just be selfish."

The air that hung between them told her more than he would willingly speak - considering her... unique condition. "...Yer body, it... it doesn't like the Dark Side much? Or is it just... intense emotions?" Trayze inquired, hoping against hope there was some way to connect without harming her.

For now, he checked his comms, idly wondering where in the blue hell that tarp was - because he was running out of conversation points about himself that couldn't invoke emotions. He can't peer into her without risking the very fingerprints of his mind's eye would cause her to fizzle, or conflagrate under the pressure. While he would be more than happy to tell the truth enough of himself, considering she was a Light Sider, though seemingly not a Jedi, and she didn't seem to keen about revealing her own nature either.

Sometimes you can't say anything that makes things better, Trayze recalled the words of his grandfather. Sometimes the best thing one can do is be there, drape a cloak over them, and let them know the world hasn't ended yet.
 

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