Private L.N.D.

[Damsy Callat]

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A W A I T​

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Location: Scarif > Camp Phoenix > medbay waiting area​

Form: Humanoid | Wearing: This {top} + leg braces {bottom} |​

Equipment: Electrotrident + dartgun | Tag: Luna Terrik ​

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Six feet under, the fish was drowning.​

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While her squaloid body was adapted to overbearing aquatic pressure, her human form was not built to carry the weight of the world. What she'd done and what more she'd left undone added up to a sea of reality, a volume of water as heavy as any abyssal plain but without dissolved oxygen.​

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After recovering from the clusterheck that had been Ryloth, she had burned stardust from Kamino to Scarif. Maybe it was serendipitous that the two planets were hexed so close - nearly neighbors in the age of hyperdrives. Maybe it was just star-crossed, not nearly as lucky. Whatever way Damsy looked at it from moment to moment, what she knew was lucky was how the Grand Marshal wasn't stood upon the hangar deck as she landed. That, of course, meant she was still submerged in bacta somewhere, as the sithspawn had been days before. It left her conflicted - worried for her friend, but also overjoyed to put off the inevitable:​

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Convincing Luna, and surely being ripped a new set of gills.​

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Outside of what she had flown to Dauntless HQ, Tadpole's steely grey amphib fighter painted blue and yellow like her morph armor, Niobe walked Phoenix's underground hallways in Damsy Callat cosplay. She had all, from her weapons to the bottom half of the Siren's Skin, but the sithspawn's face. Still, the iconic loadout was enough to turn the heads of those soldiers she passed who had known Damsy at least by reputation.​

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And that was a lot of them. None said anything to her, but she could only hope Luna would.​

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[Luna Terrik]

B R E A T H

Location: Camp Phoenix – Medical bay
Time: 1200 Hours
Equipment: None
Tags: | Damsy Callat |

For the longest time, Luna had wondered what death would feel like, or in what form it would come to her.

She had seen men and women die on either side of her throughout her military career. As a fighter pilot, then a marine, and finally as an officer. Death had been a constant, cold shouldered, phantom that would haunt her ever present nightmares. Sometimes it would be in the form of the faces of those that died near her in their final moments. Other times they would look alive and well, though seeing them that way, while knowing their ultimate fate, almost came across as more torturous than anything else.

Her own death was something that would cross her mind every so often as well. There was no inane way within her that she wanted to die. Whether it be on a battlefield or of some sort of old age by the time she could no longer fight was inconsequential to her. There was a certain romanticism about dying next to brothers and sisters, joining them by dying in the place that had allowed them to rise to glory. But the way truly held no special meaning to her, despite not exactly wanting to die in a speeder attack.

But there was always one certain rule about death that couldn’t be escaped by any. No matter what those force users might say, death was permanent. Once the body ceased to work any longer, then there was no bringing back of that person.

That was why the events on Ryloth shook the Grand Marshal to her very core.

They had never found Damsy Callat’s body on Atrisia. All she knew was the reports that came back, along with the final lines of communications she received. Damsy..damsy was supposed to be dead. Gone forever. Her loss in Luna’s life was one that she could feel her very heart being tugged on because of, a rare occurrence for someone who watched those who she trained with die beside her regularly.

Everything pointed to her being dead. Completely and utterly dead. Removed from Luna’s life to only exist in her darkest memories. Instead…Luna found herself living the nightmare. One that just left her….numb. Unable to figure out, to compute, how she should feel. Even now, as she laid in one of Camp Phoenix’s medical rooms, her mind raced in the possibilities of what could have happened. While her wounds on the outside would heal eventually, though they might leave some fresh scares on her chest, the emotional storm raging within her heart was one that Luna might never quell, even with the answers as to what had happened.

 

[Damsy Callat]

P A R A N O I A​

Tag: Luna Terrik​

"She's stable, Major."​

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Damsy looked up from quite literally twiddling her thumbs with elbow set on her knees and arms hanging as organic bridges between her legs. A naval doctor stood in the doorway that led into the medical wing's main ward. Slowly, she was on her feet, as if moving too rapidly would break whatever spell in was she found herself under. Was this real? It didn't seem it. The roles were switched. Damsy should have been under medical care, and Luna should have been visiting her. Not now, but...​

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...she should have made it off Atrisia.​

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Of course, she had, but not in her own right. Not under her own name.​

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But she should have. Even in a new body, with galactic magic in her fingers, Luna would have taken care of her. They would have figured out the mystery that Blackwing had left in its wake together, without Gerwald. Without the Knights Obsidian. As Dauntless.​

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The doctor halted Damsy's progress into the hall passed him with a steady hand on her bare shoulder and camisole strap. "Don't get her too excitable."​

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"My life's excitable, doc," was the sithspawn's only response as she gently nudged his hand off her with hers, then moved past. Not too many meters on did she find the threshold into Luna's recovery chamber. She lingered there for longer than she would admit to even herself, but finally pushed her way inside.​

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She braced for the greeting of Adjunct-Major Niobe Crowe, though part of her yet wasn't too sure what Luna thought she had actually experienced on Ryloth.​

 

[Luna Terrik]

B R E A T H

Location: Camp Phoenix – medical bay
Time: 1200 hours
Equipment: None
Tags: | Damsy Callat |

It had been quite a long time since she had needed to take the time and just…layback in a medical bay. A lucky break, supposedly, seeing how she had fought from one side from one side of the galaxy to the other essentially, that she had not experienced pain and suffering more often. Outside of the refueling accident that had left her sight…detrimental, Eshan and, well, now Rodia were the only times she was truly forced to lay in a medical bed. Though if Bones had his way about it, that list would have been expanded many times over.

The thought of such prompted her to laugh softly, something she instantly began to regret as a fresh set of pain blossomed through her chest and abdomen Note to self, no bringing the omega’s in to visit her until she had taken her pain medication. No doubt they would be coming to try and cheer her up, or to chastise her for getting practically blown up while doing nothing more than riding a speeder.

Though…that did begin to plant the seed of a thought at the forefront of her mind.

How..did she make it out of the village alive? The very last thing that she could remember was crawling through the dust and soot of the wrecked building…perhaps sending out a comm to those within the area..but she knew the enemy was closing in. Her arm had become useless, and the last thing she remember was passing out as somebody began to enter into the homestead. She had assumed that it was the insurgents or one of the agents, and that her life would be coming to a swift and painful end.

Judging by how she was in the Camp Phoenix medical bay and not walking the plains of the Nether…she would be wrong.

Those thoughts continued to plague her mind, rolling over and over as she desperately tried to remember the events of that day and push through the walls trauma had erected. At least until the sounds of activity from outside her room brought her back into the moment. Painfully, slowly, she tried to sit up as best she could. Luna didn’t care at all how hurt she was supposed to be. The last thing she wanted to do was appear that way in front of anyone, though who walked through the door certainly hadn’t come to mind when she thought of who might.

Luna’s eyes found Niobe’s quickly, though the major would be able to tell that the marhsall’s mind was slowly beginning to pick up on the outfit she wore. The cloud was still lifting, though so many parts were familiar to her. So many little things that screamed a name in her mind that shouldn’t. “So..” She croaked out, corners of her mouth battling as to whether frown or smile. “Are..you the reason..i’m not in the nether?”

 

[Damsy Callat]

C A T H A R S I S​

Tag: Luna Terrik​

"Thought it was payback time."

It was moments of silence before that much was said, during which she dramatically shifted her weight before looking directly at Luna. Damsy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before speaking, as if to flick the words from where they had stuck to her palatte.

"I would never've survived off o' Kamino without ya, Genny. Thought it'd be awkward if it wasn't me respondin' to your mayday."