I am Jack's Medulla Oblongata (Complete)

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I am Jack's Medulla Oblongata, without me Jack couldn't regulate his heart or breathing. Yeah, like it would matter if I went on breathing. I went to the doctor today after work, I hate that place. Sterile white walls and a sense of cleanliness that wafts in the air. Sometimes they try to fix up the waiting room to make it feel more at home, but no matter what they do at the end of the day you know you're here for people to tell you what's wrong with you. Is your heart pumping right? Are you sleeping enough at night? Saw aw and let me shove a Popsicle stick in your mouth, no matter what it's a stall to the end all of death.

I am Jack's Medulla Oblongata, I make his breathing slacken as he stares at what could of been. On the bright side I was on the way back to my little apartment, the last bastion of freedom I have in my life. I caught the thirty five air bus back to my apartment and here's what I love about it. My doctor is located on the upper level of coruscant and when you fly over at night you see everything, the city lights, the stars and celebrity elites walking into their fucking bubble opera. This is my wasted existence

I am Jack's Medulla Oblongata, rip me out so I can end Jack's miserable existence. At least there wasn't a lot going on tonight. The upper levels of coruscant normally didn't get a lot of people on the bus in the evening. It was rounding out at about eight, and it's smooth sailin- wait? Whose that? I began to stare at a strange woman on the bus, dark beautiful skin, black hair, brown jacket, I don't think I was smitten but she looked strange, out of place even.

I am Jack's Medulla Oblongata, I signal when it's time to pump adrenaline. My heart beat ran a little faster at the sight of her and she just was sitting there like a fox in a hen house, she looked deadly and sharp.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

Nyx almost never went up to the upper levels of Coruscant. She preferred the Undercity, or just going to a different planet altogether, but this place had always been the center of the galaxy, and it's pull was irresistible. This day, someone wanted someone else dead, and it was her job to make sure that happened, and make sure it didn't trace back to her.​

That was, until her usual ride was out of commission. Now, she was stuck riding the air bus, long after all the normal people got off. She was distinctly uncomfortable in this cramped tube of metal, it's atmosphere choked her, left her gasping for air.​

On the inside, at least.​

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As the bus flew along, she got the uncomfortable feeling she was being watched. She looked around the place, and found there to be a man staring directly at her. Poor guy looked like he hadn't slept in ages.​

He continued staring at her, and eventually she cleared her throat.​

"Hey, did you need something?"​

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[member="Jack Smith"]​

 

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[member="Nyx"]

She looks like one of those action heroes you see on TV, the tough young girl who makes their way in the world by hurting people until they have a change of heart. I could never do that line of work, I get anxiety just from watching those shows, I could never imagine living it. But there was just something to her, past the tough exterior that I was sure just housed an equally tough interior a hardened ball of steel within steel of personalit-

Hey, did you need something?"

With insomnia speech rarely catches on the first go, and when it does there's a delay before your brain realizes someone is talking to you. Like a tiny starship of people in your head trying to boost all power to the engine to escape the inevitable fate of that is social activity because it knows you're going to make a complete ass of yourself. But it didn't really catch on until she looked at me, those sharp brown eyes that pierced past my subconscious and into my boring little soul, and it all came flooding forward.

"Direct hit captain, all power to deflector shields." I mumbled incoherently to myself under my breath.

So I looked for an excuse to stare at the woman and noticed her briefcase next to her, and like that my day was saved from being listed as a pervert and being thrown from this bus.

"Oh um, your briefcase. We have the same one." I said as I lifted my own and showed her.

She was on the left side of the bus across from me two seats down. There were a few others scattered on the bus but they were either asleep or plugged into their devices. A world of their own, I really need to learn to mind my own business. I just hope she would use that and roll with it.

 

[Nyx]

Nyx glanced down at her briefcase that held the explosives she was going to use to blow up her target's apartment.​

Then glanced over to the guy's briefcase, which just happened to look just like hers.​

"Oh, so it does."​

The bus was nearly empty, meaning no one would overhear their conversation; not that she would've cared anyway. Nyx said what she wanted, when she wanted, and didn't care who heard. Ideally, at least.​

The mercenary looked back over to the tired guy, an amused grin on her face.​

"So, are briefcases always the first thing you notice about a girl?"​

She had nothing to do, so she might as well talk to him.​

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[member="Jack Smith"]​

 

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[member="Nyx"]

Great, social activity my only weakness. How did you know? Right now my brain was trying to do it's best to dust off the synapses in my head so I could carry on a conversation. I hated these kinds of talks between strangers, those little awkward moments where you try to think of the next generic thing to say until you both have a common interest. Only problem with that was I had no interests, I had no hobbies, I was a lifeless void that sucked the fun out of a room when I walked in it. But hey here goes nothing.

"I normally don't stare, I'm sorry." I said as I pointed my head down a bit to stare at my feet.

Way to go jack, why don't you just piss yourself now and let her take your manhood while your at it. But who am I kidding, you'd have to have a manhood in order for her to do that. Wouldn't it be easy to live like Karrick, not having to decide what you were going to be today, maybe then it wouldn't have to live up to gender roles and standards about being a quote unquote "man".

"So what brings you to the upper levels? Windy up here." A comment on the weather Jack, could you get anymore lame?

The bus banked down headed towards the mid section and I prayed for a collision. Something to get me out of this conversation that had my anxiety flaring. I swear god hates me too much to kill me. I'm riding in a air bus surrounded by thousands of other speeders traveling at hundreds of kilometers an hour and there's no malfunction, no collision, nothing to pull me away from this.

 

[Nyx]

This guy was clearly not used to talking to people.​

As he fumbled over his words then stared at his shoes, Nyx watched with a bemused expression. She had to admit, it was kind of cute how uncomfortable she made him.​

Then he asked what she was doing up here, along with a comment on the weather; to which she slightly giggled.​

"I'm a businesswoman." She said simply, leaning back in her chair, but still keeping her eyes on [member="Jack Smith"].​

"I have a job to do up here, and my usual ride is out of commission, so here I am on the bus."​

Her eyes roamed him. He looked like just about the most normal guy ever. Aside from how tired he looked, he had no distinguishing features.​

"Now, I get to ask you: what are you doing on this bus?"​

 

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[member="Nyx"]

A business woman who dresses like that, yeah and I'm the second coming of Luke Skywalker. But you know Coruscant is a big place after all and there are many different types of business. I bet she's like that smuggler... person? Geez I still can't figure out their gender, it's a constant struggle of being politically correct with everything you do in the galaxy. You could say glip glop to someone and it'd be the equivalent to them as to calling a tusken the S word combined with the D word raised by all the bad words for Hutts. So with that in mind I coughed a bit onto the back of my hand and cleared my throat. Before speaking.

"Let's just hope business is booming." I said commenting on her business woman comment.

Great. She's asking why I'm on this bus. Do I tell her I was at a doctor's appointment and I was too afraid to drive my speeder for the sake of it being stolen. That's really manly Jack, you'd win an award based solely on cowardice. Well just make up an excuse and go with it, no way for her to know you're lying.

"I had a doctors appointment, had a few tests done just a basic check up. Decided to take the bus, I like the view." Well that was half true at least. Let's just hope we all crash and burn. That'd be a good view.

The bus turned again down an access tunnel and made a right bank afterwards coming into the mid section, the air cooled a bit beneath the ground and the change of temperature could be felt almost immediately. That comfortable sensation of cool air meeting your skin, pure euphoria to the senses when you have been trapped on a stuff bus.

"So what business are you in? You have a card?" I asked with a smile. Wait did I ask for a card?!

 

[Nyx]

Nyx shrugged at his explanation.​

It was a nice view, she supposed. She had certainly seen worse on this planet. It was a bit strange to use the bus for just a doctor's appointment, but she didn't blame him that much.​

A card? Nyx blinked. Well, yes, she technically had a card. She'd had a storeowner make it for her, though she had no idea exactly what it said, seeing as how she couldn't read. He had told her it had her number, her name, and her profession.​

Nyx, Mercenary.​

Before she could answer, the bus came to a stop, and she stood. She was getting off a bit from her target apartment, as an extra level of security.​

She took a card out of her jacket, and handed it to [member="Jack Smith"].​

"This is my stop. Look me up sometime."​

With that, she exited the bus, her briefcase full of explosives in hand, and melted into the crowd.​

 

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