I Think That's Mine

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

Fifteen minutes after the initial escape, Gav was keeping herself together in an alley near the edge of Mos Eisley's perimeter. Gav's right had was soaked of her own blood, she keeping a grasp on a large piece of glass in her torso. Eyeing a door that was marked 'for rent', Gav drew her knife and stabbed the door opening controls. The door would creak and slide open, in which Gav would slip inside. That man, whoever he was, was on the prowl. And the last thing she wanted was to be caught on the streets losing her own life blood.

On the other side of the doorway, Gav pressed a large button and a red button with a lock symbol, and waited a second to hear the assuring sound of the door locking. Once she heard it, she sluggishly walked towards the nearest chair and tumbled down in it. In the following seconds afterwards, Gav placed her knapsack on the foot stool, and opened it to find her sewing kit, which was bloody from previous self accidents. Gav grabbed the largest needle and some thread, and rolled her shirt up to reveal her scarred stomach and torso.

The glass was deep, the area around the wound turning purple, probably due to the hard impact, She had wounded an artery, by the looks of it. She wouldn't survive for another day if this was true, which would force her to seek medical help. Help. The idea of such phrase was discusting. Since Gav had left her homeplanet of Grieak, Gav had never seeked assistance from another spaceman. To be honest, Gav didn't need it. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, no matter the situation. But as of now, it seemed that might change.

No. she thought. Just rip it out and stitch it. Someone else can look at it later. As of now, I need to get the hell off of Tatooine.

Wrapping her hand around the mirror sharp, Gav ripped it. In the process, Gav made a small tense grunt. But despite to the vocal response, the pain was thrice as much. Quickly grabbing a table cloth from the side stand next to the chair, Gav placed it over the partially gushing wound and applied pressure. She needed to calm her blood stream down. Other wise she wouldn't be able to sew it. About five minutes later, the blood started to come out less, in which Gav placed the cloth next her her and began to sew. She counted sixty stitches along her torso, all close together and precise to the millimeter.

About a few seconds later, Gav slowly began to stand up, wanting to get use to the pain in her torso. Although she may have stitched it to prevent any sort of bleeding, Gav would have to note that it wasn't entirely fixed. If it had to come to it, Gav would be fighting with a bad cut, which may slow her down if she didn't suck it up and deal with it. In the mean time, Gav made sure all the windows were locked around the small living complex. And, while she was at it, she made sure all the blinds were closed.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A growl rumbled out from Xavka's throat as he disconnected the holocall with his Ay'Edar, his Elder, Darth Ferus. Throwing himself to the side and out of the shadows that had concealed him, his hiding place. The nook was soon lit up as a rain of blaster fire slammed into the space he had just occupied.

"Dammit," he cursed, "learning better timing Ferus."

Xavka, like Ferus, had been on Tatooine, but Xavka had come for work. A contract had been taken out on a crew of pirates that had holed up on the dusty planet with binary suns and Xavka had been the one to accept it. His task was to completely annihilate the pirates, to end every life in a clean a method as possible. In fact, the Iridonain had just been about to attack when the call to arms had come from Ferus.

Acting quickly, Xavka threw himself into the fight. Chakrams shrouded in the Force flew through the air, creating a maelstrom of steel with Xavka as the conductor to the deadly melody as the metal rings bounced off of floors, walls and boxes, tearing into flesh and bone as they did so. The end result was Xavka surrounded by a pile of dead bodies and metal rings stacked on his arms, which were soon collapsed and hidden within his robes.

Casting his gaze around the room, Xavka sighed as he walked away, leaving cooling corpses behind him. "Such graceful tools that cause such chaos. So close to uncivilised techniques." He sighed and chuckled at the same time in an unusual combination of sound as he made his way towards the coordinates Ferus's droid had sent him.

Half a Galactic Standard Hour later, Xavka arrived at the bar where the fight had taken place. Rising his cowl, Xavka entered the room where chaos still reigned. Closing his eyes and ignoring the attention that had received, Xavka closed his eyes and took a deep breathe through his nose. The scents of sweat and dirt invaded his mind immediately, but he ignored all of that, focussing instead on the metallic smell of blood.

A feral smile grew on Xavka's face as he turned and sweapt out of the cantina as silently as he had entered, following the scent trail of blood as he did so. "Let the hunt begin."


[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

After walking around the complex for a few minutes, the pain in her side suddenly merged with her movements. It was more of a large bruise feeling by now. You could feel it. But it wouldn't hurt until you hit it. Picking up her things, Gav inspected her shirt for any signs of blood. There was a little bit, but she managed to wash it off with a little bit of water. She then silently closed her overcoat, and pulled her leather matte hood over her head and left the complex through the second floor window.

Climbing onto the roofing, Gav began to silently travel by the rooftops. To Gav's comfort, the roofing was the fastest way to travel. No pedestrians, no hover cars, no trouble. Just herself and the buildings. However, the black trenched man could still be on the prowl, looking to dismantle her very existence. The goal was get out of Mos Eisley, and make sure the escape was clean. Gav didn't want to get into another fight. She didn't know if she would be able to get away next time.

Climbing another building to the third story, Gav noted what was down below. Silently kneeling and looking over, Gavrriks inspected the ground. A tunnel entrance. Gav silently narrowed her eyes, unsure whether the underground transportation was a good idea. Would they expect it? she thought. To escape through the tunnels?

She knew it was a bad idea, but maybe she could use it to her advantage.

Climbing down from the roofs, Gav felt the burn of weird looks on her back when she turned towards the tunnel, and commenced to tear a piece of her blood soaked bandages. She ripped the bandage off, and tor it into three pieces and threw it into the dark hole. That should throw him off. She thought. If the guy has a hound with him, he may be able to track the scent into the hole. If the bandage is gone, then it won't be on my current self.

Turning her cloaked body, Gavriiks began to walk away from the hole, making herself as unnoticeable as possible. Her next mission was to find a ship off this god forsaken planet.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka had been following the trail left by his prey for the last half an hour, first reaching the home where the strength of the scent indicated that his target had rested there for a while. It had taken him a while to find where the trail then led to due to the background strength, but he was eventually able to find it and follow it up onto the rooftop of buildings that made up the settlement, his powerful, loping pace quickly eating up the distance between he and the woman he was to find as the scent trail grew stronger and stronger the further he followed it.

Now, Xavka was crouched over a grate to underground tunnels where the scent on blood lead, ignoring the weird looks he was receiving by the passing crowd. Whether this was due to the fact that he was draped in a black cloak while the binary suns were high in the sky and most of the population fled into the shadows or because he was crouched over in the middle of the street, Xavka did not know and he did not care to find out.

While his nose prompted him to leaver the grate open and drop down, Xavka's eyes sought the problems with that plan. The sand around the edges was wedged deeply inside of the edges between metal and ground and a layer of sand covered the exposed metal. The lack of wind and storms within the short amount of time his prey had on him meant that this sand had been there before either he or she approached the grate, leading him to conclude that this was meant as some sort of distraction, a diversion to gain more time.

With this knowledge, Xavka closed his eyes and reached out into the Force, reaching out for guidance while further enhancing his sense of smell, Xavka soon picked up the weaker trail branching off from that point away into the crowds. Eyes snapping open from where they had drifted closed, Xavka stood to his full height as a growl emerged from his throat. It would of been easier for him to track his target if she had entered the tunnels, now he had to find her amongst a crowd, without the advantage of his sense of smell as the numerous scents would have overwhelmed him.

Dropping into the Force, Xavka turned with a sense of assurance and broke off into a run, shoving protesting bodies that found themselves in his way to one side as he pumped the Force into his legs, increasing his speed drastically. He would find his target and soon.


[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

Walking silently within the large crowd of people, Gavrriks felt a sudden chill down her spine. For once, she became a little paranoid. She checked her peripheral vision more frequently, and kept her ears keen to anything behind her. The feeling of her plan not working was suddenly getting to her. She knew it was a diversion, but did it give her enough time to piece her escape route together? No, stop that. she mentally told herself, her mental toughness kicking back into play. You are going to get out of this. Nobody is going to-

Suddenly, her thoughts paused, her hearing becoming a priority. As she kept walking, Gav heard the faint noise of people being shoved aside. Taking a turn and following the crowd, Gav caught the glimpse of a black cloaked figure shoving his way through the crowd, the visible refection from a window being enough to set off Gav's instincts. He was a good 100 meters behind her, probably little to ten to fifteen seconds to piece an escape route together. She was at least five minutes from the ship docks, were she could find a ship to board. Darting her eyes towards the a window ledge, Gav gracefully wove her way out of the crowd and dashed for the building side.

making a leap, and keeping her eyes on the corner, where the aggressor may turn, Gav used a small ounce of a force jump, for which she learned from her father, to reach a window ledge was fairly three feet higher than her average vertical. Using her upper strength, she then pulled herself up and climbed the rest of the building. Swinging her legs off of the last ledge and onto the sandstone roofing, Gav took off on the roof tops. It was the fastest way to the shipping docks, despite it also being the most obvious; the most exposed. But in her time of need, it did not matter. At this point, it was a matter of life and death. Gav's light footing, stamina, and speed jammed together to form an outright sprint, a series of parkour jumps and rolls to keep herself actively moving. At this point, Gav had no idea what her tracker was capable of, so she had to set an example of the chase. If he wanted to catch her, or even slow her down, he'd probably have to give his all; if he wasn't already.

This, after all, was her idea of collecting data, just incase if a fight might occur.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Just ahead of him, just visible through the crowd, Xavka's yellow gaze locked onto the scene of a figure, female by the looks of it, climbing up onto a building before disappearing from view. A feral grin split apart his face at the sight, as Xavka's legs tensed and sent him into a jump that ended with him rolling over the rooftop of a near by building and allowing him to regain sight if his target. 'Now the true chase begins!'

Xavka's taller and bulkier frame served to hinder his speed and agility when compared to the woman he was chasing after, even as he threw himself into a series of jumps and acrobatics that would have been near impossible to the majority of the Universe. The woman would of easily began to out pace him if it were not for his experience in training to use the Force for this circumstance. Xavka knew that his tall build would sometimes hinder him in terms of agility so he had forced himself to strain his body in training with the aim of overcoming that limitations. He had also learnt how to use the Force to reduce the weakness, as he had long since realised that simply training just his body would increase the time taken to reduce the restriction.

In all, the space between the two stayed relatively the same, sometimes closing and lengthening as the two fought a soundless and distance struggle. Growling slightly, Xavka reached into his robes, withdrawing four long, metal needles that caught the high suns. The throwing needles with their ends dipped in a paralysing poison were soon flying through the air towards where Xavka intuition, born through experience, guessed that the woman would be by the time they had covered the distance. At the same time, Xavka put on a burst of speed, using around three quarters of his top speed for a short moment as he had no wish to burn through his reserves, vast as they were from training.


[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

Gav at this point was hurling her body to it's partial limits, trying to maintain the distance between herself and her tracker. Through all the pushing and panting, Gav felt the wound on her torso begin to rip open. A small wave of pain developed on her torso, which was moving frequently due to her maneuvers to stay ahead. Ahead was a large gap between the buildings, indicating that a street was below. Gav picked up speed, but made a mistake at the same time: She didn't look behind her. Suddenly, just as she was about to make the jump, a series of sharp pokes formed on her back, near the areas where she'd nearly been impaled by pieces of wood that earlier that day, more specifically in the bar.

The muscles in Gav's back seized up without warning, which distracted her from making the jump. Gav made the attempt to finish the jump. However, she fell short, which her upper body and arms attempted to grasp the sandstone roofing. What was this madness, why was her body betraying her? A serious of senarios suddenly formed in her mind, trying to piece together what she'd done medically. Did she miss something in her back? Was it infected? As Gav started to forget the that someone was on her heels, Gav felt like she had a bigger problem, not falling to her death.

Suddenly, Gav started to loose feeling in her back and lower sections, such as her torso. The pain from her shrapnel wound started to disappear, and her breathing started to strain. This affected her partial grip, which alarmed her. She suddenly realised that her wound wasn't the problem, but the aggressor had done something to her. I'll kill him! She thought, unaware that she was slowly becoming paralyzed. I'll make him pay for this witchery!

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A curse was spat from Xavka's lips as he realised what would happen before it did. The sudden and unexpected decrease in speed of his target, couple with the reappearance of the coppery smell he had been tracking, indicated that what every would she had received while fighting Ferus had been reopened. The consequence of this was not as good as it would have been a few seconds earlier. When the Zabrak had thrown his needles, he had aimed for them to reach the woman as she landed on the next roof, he decrease in speed meant that the needles would reach her early and prevent her from making the jump. Usually, the possible death from that coincidence would have been of not matter, but he had been ordered by his Ay'Edar, Darth Ferus, to capture her and he had no wish to displease his fellow Iridonian.

Speeding forwards as fast as he could, Xavka applied his full speed on one goal, reaching his target before she fell while gathering the Force around him like a shroud as he prepared to achieve to feats in the Force at once. Sure enough, barely a second later, the needles dug into the flesh of the woman's back and the poison began to work as it was designed to do so and the woman's leap fell short, he hands scrambling through the air to grasp the edge of the roof.

As she passed that point and headed towards the ground, Xavka was finally close enough to act. The gathered Force, upon receiving the order to act, surged forwards like a loyal animal ready to please and wrapped itself around the woman, slowing her fall to a slow halt, while penetrating and corrupting her very presence within the Force. Sinking in, it began to seep from the connection to the Force into her body where it wrapped itself around her nervous system. Instantly, the speed at which neurons sped through her body began to slow, creeping closer and closer to nothing and reducing the woman's reaction time and reflexes to a crawl, making it so that it would take her an hour to react to what most would react to in a second.

The whole process took a few seconds after her halt in the fall before it was complete in its designated objective, slowing the mental faculties of the woman. Sighing in relief as he came to a stop at the same spot where the woman had launched herself from before the fall, Xavka pulled the woman to him so that he could hoist her over his shoulder and make his way towards the edge of the settlement and out into the desert beyond, towards where he knew that his ship awaited him.

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An hour later Xavka's Force assisted sprint slowed to a halt as he reached where he had landed his ship when he had embarked on his mission, the one before the hastily assigned one given to him by Ferus. Crouching, he dropped the woman onto the sands beneath before proceeding to bind her feet and hands together, even if the poison would not be flushed from her system for another half hour, Xavka would take no chances. The woman restrained, Xavka pulled out a comlink while also beginning to withdraw the corruptive influence of the embedded Force that slowed the woman's mind. Activating the commlink, Xavka sent a quick message to Ferus in the Iridonian language, asking for orders on what he should do know that he had the woman in his grasp, keeping the message short as he could already feel the woman begin to break the sluggish ocean he had cast her into.


[member="Darth Ferus"]

[member="Gav Arwell"]
OOC Note:

Spoiler

The intent of the last paragraph is to have you come around while Xavka is making the call. I hope this is okay with you.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Xavka Duquo"]
OOC Note:

Spoiler

I'm cool with it

The time after the jump was a blur, suddenly, almost as if she were about to fall to her death, Gav suddenly was greeted by darkness. The first thing she noticed was a large spouse of pain in her entire left side. Most of Gav's face was in the sand. And, most noticeably, Gav's undershirt felt heavy and oozy, probably from amount of blood she'd lost. Turning slowly, Gav coughed and gritted her teeth. She turned to place her hand on the sand to assist herself, but a force that was not hers held her hand back. Craining her head backwards, trying to see what held her hands in place, Gav didn't like what she saw. Bindings.

For the love of Saudos. She swore mentally, using the Greiakian god of war's name. Did I go down this easily? I must have lost my edge, or I'm getting rusty.

Using whatever strength she could muster, Gav pulled herself up off her stomach and onto her bottom, noticing her feet were bound as well. She then inspected her surroundings. She noticed a ship, and a man talking in a foreign language she did not recognize. She inspected his white hair, his skin tone, and his apparel. His apparel seemed to match up to the other man from the bar, the one who had taken her lightsaber and earned himself seven years of bad luck. She still hated that guy for throwing Gav into a mirror. Gavrrik's eyes narrowed into slits, a new question arising into her head. Why didn't this man kill her? Or let her fall to her death? Better yet, why was he keeping her alive. Gavrriks kept these questions to herself, for which she would probably find out later.

If this man, or ban, depending on how many there were, had interested in her. She wanted to know why. And most of all, she needed to get far away as possible.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Your orders are simple, Sloth. Convince her to join us at any means, or kill her. I leave it to your judgment." Ferus spoke into the holocom, red eyes glancing over [member="Xavka Duquo"] 's image. As expected, the man had completed his task rather quickly. Either [member="Gav Arwell"] had been far more damaged than he expected, or she wasn't as strong. Ferus hoped for the first.

"Contact me when she either agrees, or stops breathing. War out."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka stared at the now deactivated communication device for a few moments, unblinking, before chuffing a quick laugh as he replaced it with his robes. "So abrupt as always, Ferus."

Turning around and focussing his attention to his captive, Xavka's yellow gaze met the woman's own. Holding the eye contact as he approached her now sitting form, Xavka crouched before the woman, head cocked to one side as he examined her eyes. It was said that the eyes served as the windows to the souls and Xavka was a believer of that fact. Finding what he was looking for, a flare of fiery independence that shone strong despite her current circumstance, Xavka lowered himself to sit on the ground with a slight groan as his tired muscles finally relaxed.

Smiling, a rather unfamiliar gesture on his face when away from his Mate, Xavka gently spoke to Gav. "You are not too uncomfortable are you, m'lady? We wouldn't want that. After all, I would just like to talk to you, there is no need for you to feel like this is anything bad."


[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

Gav listened into a small conversation between the cloaked man, and a small projection of another being from a small spaceman device. Gav moved her body to the side, trying to peer over the man's shoulder to get a view of the holoform. It only took her a split second to notice the familiar red eyes from the being, striking through the darkness of his hood. It was the man from the bar, the one that had taken her lightsaber. I predicted correctly, this is gang related business. She thought. She was oblivious of the red eye'd man's goal. I doubt I'll be able to return to Tatooine at this rate.

Despite learning who hired this man to capture her, she had forgotten she was suppose to be listening into the conversation. Just as she was about to correct her mistake, the holoform had disappeared, and the man with the golden eyes looked at her. As he walked over, Gav rocked back into her original sitting position, eyeing gold eyes with the same stone cold look. As he sat down in front of her, the nature of gold eye's smile was unnatural. She didn't like it, it alarmed her mentally. It was like he was trying to act nice. Gav didn't return the gentle gestures, for which she remained frowning, her eyes staring Xavka down with two hazel halos, which were hidden behind a long strip of black war paint.

"M'Lady? Try to cut the horsecrap, we both know you don't really care if I'm comfortable or not." Gavrrik's voice was low, acting as a brick wall of defenses. She didn't sound angry, she merely sounded unconvinced. Gav raised her chin, her line for a mouth only curving a bit. "I saw the man from the cantina fight on that- thing. If you want to talk, you better start taking me a bit more seriously. As of now, your- group is annoying me. The skirmish in the bar was nothing out of the ordinary for any Tatooine folk. Why take interested in one participant of one fight that went wrong in the aggressor's behalf?"

The way her voice carried itself with fluency, trying to persuade Gold Eyes that she was nothing of interested, unaware that Darth Ferus had sent him to capture her. Gav's eyes had layed back in hostility, going back to there normal, neutral appearance.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka stayed silent through Gav's tirade against him, the smile never leaving his face as he weathered through the spat words. It was no, truly seeing that spark form into a roaring fire that expressed itself through spoken venom and flaring anger. Letting the silence lay for a few seconds after the woman finished speaking, Xavka began to chuckle darkly through the smile that never physically changed but seemed to now hold a darker intent behind it, as if the mask of happiness that held that the darkness of the Zabrak was thinned and weakened by the verbal attack.

"I truly see now why Ferus has taken an interest in you." Chucking still, Xavka pushed himself to his feet, staring down at the woman from his impressive height of more than six feet, looming over he still bound and sitting frame.

"That 'aggressor' you speak so simply of is Darth Ferus, leader of the Sith Assassins, my Ay'edar. As for why he, and now I, have an interest in you, that is simple. We see a fire in you, one that we would like to shape. I am hear to offer you a new life, a new potential song to be sung in the tapestry of life. I am here to approach you with an offer. An offer of becoming an Assassin."


[member="Gav Arwell"]

OOC Note:

Spoiler

I'm a bit unsure about how to go about recruiting someone, so sorry if the standard of this post isn't so good.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

Gavrriks remained silent, listening to everything the man said. He seemed humored, judging by the way he chucked at her. At first, she had suspected the man to kick her or something, anything a normal Hutt Cartel thug would do to make a captive feel puny. She had even prepared herself for the blow. However, she was only greeted with another set of words, the formalities cut. Gold eyes stated how the aggressor from the bar, now known to her as Darth Ferus, had been the one who'd taken an interested in her. And judging by the way she'd acted a minute ago, she now captured the interest of gold eyes. Darth, Darth, That abreviation.. Gavrrik's hands tensed, balling into fists. That explained why the aggressor- Ferus- had given her such an icy feeling. Her father, back on Grieak, had explained to her some of the ranking systems in the outer worlds. 'Darth' was an abbreviation used within the Sith. As far as Gav was aware of, the Sith were users of the Dark Side of the force, depicted as the bad guys of any child story. That's why it was so cold, the dark side was practically radiating form Ferus.. If I've tangoed with a Sith Lord.. What have I done?

Letting Gold Eyes finished, Gav took a second to take everything in. Her father talked about the Sith as if they were the pure evil of the galaxy. There nature, and and some other accusations that she assumed were over exaggerated. I am so screwed. If one of the Sith are giving me this offer, I doubt they'll let me live if I decline.. She thought. And I will shame my family if I decide to take death like a coward. Maybe I can use this offer to my advantage, to figure out why my father was killed? It might help me closer to the culprit...

Slowly, Gavriiks tilted her head upward, looking Gold Eyes over with a new look, this one washed with god knows how many expressions. This was the first time Gav had seriously been confused, or had to decide between life and death. To shape my fire.. she thought. After a split second of the look, Gav's gaze was covered back towards it's rock wall appearance.

"Of all my years wondering, I would have never depicted such an offer." Gavriiks said, removing her gaze suddenly and looking to the ground. She was instantly going to hate her decision, even though she had mixed feelings either way. "Amongst my people, battle has always been the heart of everything. The art of the assassins is nothing of my specialty, but I've seen others In my tribe accomplish such occupation. As much as my gut tells me otherwise, I am accepting your offer.." With mixed feelings, that is. she wanted to add, but she held her tongue. She had to play this calmy. "But we both know how much my- difficult nature says otherwise."

Suddenly, as if she didn't think the moment could get worse, the pain in her torso wound spazzed out. Gav's lower body tensed, trying to calm the pain. Even Gavrriks knew the loss of blood from her wound was the cause, causing a sense of alarm in mind. would she live to go through with this scheme of hers? Her wound would spaz again, Gavrrik's body twitching as she tried to readjust herself on the ground. It was hard to move however, due to the binds.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Even as the woman's body began to fall into spams, the pain of her wounds not obvious on her face but in her eyes, Xavka crouched down calmly before the woman, speaking softly. "I am glad you accepted, Gav Arwell." While he had been chasing after the woman, identification of her had been delivered to him. "For that alone, your life is no longer forfeited to the Lord of Death, Nath. Now," he reached out, resting a hand on her forehead like a caring parent, "sleep."

He would begin to manipulate the Force, directing it to seep into Gav's presence, corrupting it to his will. From there the poisonous tint of the now infecting Force would creep into her body instantaneously and begin to weave itself through her neural network and nervous system. The result of which would be the disruption of synapse flares and neurons, slowing down her perception of time and forcing her to take longer to think, act and react. Soon, seconds after the sound of his last word had fallen from his lips, his skill with the ability and her lack of skills in purging oneself through the Force would lead her into such a state that for every one second of reality had passed, her mind would perceive over the duration of hours. To Gav, when compared to normal beings, time was slowed.

From their, Xavka focussed his attention onto her wound. Drawing on the Force again, Xavka pulled a large amount of it into him causing an aura of coldness to descend around him as he instinctively called on the Dark. However, that aura soon left as Xavka stripped the collected Force of its Darkness, emotion and intent, leaving it a mass of pure, primordial energy for him to manipulate.

Directing it to flow through his arm and into Gav's body, the primordial Force lurched forwards, eager to obey its sole intent, and soon Xavka was being given access to the wounds the woman had suffered. As such he was soon able to narrow down the source of the danger to a wound in her abdomen.

From the look of it, she had been impaled by something, something that had severed an artery but had caused no further damage by blocking any loss of blood. However, it seemed that someone had carelessly torn the something out, opening up the artery to blood loss while also inflicting major damage to surrounding muscles by tearing at them at the less than surgical removal. Also, within the wound, were shards of something, a complication that could cause complication if not dealt with. Sighing and cracking his neck, Xavka got to work.

Grasping the two ends of the severed artery through the Force, Xavka held them together before directing the primordial Force within Gav to flow through the vein, in short time the artery had sown itself back together, the natural recovery of the body enhanced by the manipulation of the Force. From there, Xavka began to purge the wound, slowly he began to draw out any blood or foreign body his extreme skill in sensing, born from using it as a substitute for the vision of a right eye.

Once that was done, Xavka began to long process of sealing the wound shut. Using the primordial Force stored within the body, the muscles would be held together before starting to knit themselves back into one piece, the slowness came from the fact that to prevent any missed spots which would lead to further injury, the deep wound had to be sown back from the deepest point to the surface, done less than a millimetre at a time. In the end it took Xavka a full Galactic Standard hour to finish, at which point he collapsed backwards onto the sand and withdrew the corruptive Force he had harmlessly infected with at the beginning, allowing Gav to slowly regain full understanding of reality at a true time. His last act before waiting for her awakening was to make a quick none-gesture through the Force to remove the bindings on the woman's hands and feet.

While the injury itself was healed, it was not perfectly done and still needed medical attention. Also was the fact that Gav Arwell had lost a lot of blood, meaning that she was going to be weak for a while.


[member="Gav Arwell"]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

Gav turned her gaze up and towards Gold Eyes, who had crouched down in front of her. For a moment, Gav didn't know what he was going to do. Was he going to pick her up? Was he going to knock her out to take her to the Assassin's Lair? No, she was greeted with her very own name escaping Gold Eye's lips. For a brief moment, Gav's eyes had lost there edge, there sharp features of a brick wall. While he gaze shifted for Gold Eye's moving hand, her eyes switched between the man's golden halos for eyes, and moving hand. Her eyes were filled with a single emotion, something so subtle that had escaped her mental toughness, confusion. It was an emotion any twenty year old would have featured. But as of now, the expression was used to explain the simple question, one that wouldn't need answering: How did Gold Eyes know her name?

As soon as Gold Eye's hand had fixed it's self on her forehead, the look had drifted off into nothing, leaving her eyes to gaze in an unknown direction, and soon to be hidden underneath her eyelids. As for the force side, everything in her body suddenly went cold, almost as if she were looking back into Ferus' red eyes.

After she'd heard the word sleep, Gav seemed to rest in the darkness for a long time. She didn't have the energy to think, or even operate. It was as if someone had stunned her mind. It felt like a few hours, until her eyes met the sting of the sun overhead, which was on the brink of setting. It had been nearly an hour prior to Gold Eye's finished procedure, for which he would have been laying in the sand for an hour. Gav looked around herself, expecting to find herself in a jail cell, or maybe another room, but she found herself laying in the sand. Turning her head, the ache of her weak body made her movements slow. As she turned her head, she met the gaze of Gold Eye's body, obviously hinting that he was laying down like she was.

Turning limply onto her side, Gav's entire body screamed with a heavy ache. She felt heavy, but not heavy enough to sit up. Gav sat up hunched over, raising her unbound hands into view. The binds that had previously been on her wrists had left marks, but none were bleeding. Moving her gaze past her hands, Gav also spotted her feet binds gone as well, but the restraints hadn't effect her leather and metal enforced boots. She turned her gaze silently back to Gold Eyes, he was resting.

For a brief moment, Gav opened her mouth to say something. But she closed it faster than she'd opened it. What if he was asleep? Or something merely teasing her? She had no clue what he was doing.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Movement to the side of him snapped Xavka out of his meditation and drew his attention to the woman lying on the sand like him. Pushing himself up with his sole arm, Xavka cocked a hairless brow at Gav, head titled to one side slightly as he cast his gaze along her body, searching for any signs of pain.

"If you are confused," he spoke slowly, easing himself to his feet, "you are now one of us, an Assassins, even if you do hold reservations about it. To let a cu'nuin ... colleague would be the best translation, be injured when you have some method to help is disgraceful."

Getting to his feet and stretching his back, sighing at the sharp crack that rang out, Xavka turned his attention to Gav. "I'shuree tozu meni, Xavka Duquo. A pleasure, Gav Arwell, despite our rocky meeting." He bowed from his waist.

"Now, if you do not mind, I have been away from my Mate for too long, contacts causing us to miss each other. May we leave this planet soon? You need to be inducted into the Assassins, regardless."


[member="Gav Arwell"]
OOC Note:

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Sorry if this was rather short, I was running out of things to write.

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

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Hey, it's okay. I'm running out of things to write to o.o

Despite the headache and dizziness from the lack of blood, which was predicted. Gav hauled herself to her feet with both hands, and whatever lower strength she could muster. The 5'9 Tribesman held herself up, despite the world spinning around her. Xavka Duquo, that was the name Gold Eyes went by.

I meeting was thrilling, I almost fell to my death, and only found out that you and the man from the bar were Sith Assassins, apart of the one Sith. She wanted to boast, but she knew it would have been rude. "I've never liked Tatooine." Gav said simply, rubbing her eyes with her hands. I better sit down soon.. "So assuming you had nothing else to do, we can depart."