Chiasa Kritivaas
Starbird Reborn
"You'd best not have, anywhere you go I will follow or bring you back from."
She promised him, drawing close. There were still a few portals to the Netherworld after all. Kept largely quiet and rigidly controlled, but she still had contacts, and was very good at getting places people did not want her. If she was in pursuit of her Viyi'ee, no blue-boys or Sith were going to stop her.
"Ksst, smudger."
She chided him as he kissed her faceplate. Removing it and magclipping it to her belt, she rose up on her toes, lips finding his. Partially because there would never be a time when she did not want to kiss him, and partially because the physical contact and intimacy made it easier to funnel energy to him through their Bond as well as applying a little force healing of her own.
She'd not had to expend much energy through the Force, really the fire was about all she'd done, most of the rest had simply been her natural physical abilities and training with a little touch of augmentation. She could afford to give him her reserves. He'd been more than bait, he'd basically fought a terentatek hand to hand. Drahr versus Terentatek. Drahr had won, but not unscathed, and this was largely because as always, he'd acted to protect her, so yes, she could spare energy for him.
The little droids meanwhile had been busily doing their jobs. When the last one was registered by the sphere as back in it's allotted space, the sphere resealed with a barely perceptible ding.
She turned slightly, still pressed against him to eye the corpse.
"Are we butchering it here, or throwing it in storage on the ship?"
Do I have to be up to my elbows in guts, or do we get to pay someone else to process it?
[member="Draco Vereen"]
She promised him, drawing close. There were still a few portals to the Netherworld after all. Kept largely quiet and rigidly controlled, but she still had contacts, and was very good at getting places people did not want her. If she was in pursuit of her Viyi'ee, no blue-boys or Sith were going to stop her.
"Ksst, smudger."
She chided him as he kissed her faceplate. Removing it and magclipping it to her belt, she rose up on her toes, lips finding his. Partially because there would never be a time when she did not want to kiss him, and partially because the physical contact and intimacy made it easier to funnel energy to him through their Bond as well as applying a little force healing of her own.
She'd not had to expend much energy through the Force, really the fire was about all she'd done, most of the rest had simply been her natural physical abilities and training with a little touch of augmentation. She could afford to give him her reserves. He'd been more than bait, he'd basically fought a terentatek hand to hand. Drahr versus Terentatek. Drahr had won, but not unscathed, and this was largely because as always, he'd acted to protect her, so yes, she could spare energy for him.
The little droids meanwhile had been busily doing their jobs. When the last one was registered by the sphere as back in it's allotted space, the sphere resealed with a barely perceptible ding.
She turned slightly, still pressed against him to eye the corpse.
"Are we butchering it here, or throwing it in storage on the ship?"
Do I have to be up to my elbows in guts, or do we get to pay someone else to process it?
[member="Draco Vereen"]