Lost and Found

[Ashra'syle'nuruodo]

Asylen’s hand fell of her Charric slowly, she perfectly understood what was being said to her, she had an excellent grasp of basic but this was her way of testing them. She may not be fully with it but she still had her wits about her and had their reaction to her reaching for her blaster and babbling in a languages they likely didn’t comprehend let alone speak been anything but what it was she would have drawn the weapon and started firing. She felt the pressure of two different people pressing on her mind and it gave her a little bit of a headache but she grasped the intent behind it.

“That will not be necessary.” Asylen said as she looked at Crystal before looking around at the others. “You will forgive me for testing you but trust does not come easily when you wake up with little memory of how you got where you are.”

Accepting the hand of the man who had healed her started hiking with his help towards the property that the Sith woman had planted an image of in her mind. She wasn’t so much looking forward to food or drink as her head was still swimming a little but she was interested in a shower and a fresh set of clothing and she imagined both were there to be had.

[member="Crystal"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Crystal]

[member="Ashra'syle'nuruodo"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"]

Crystal reached the property first, having blown by Lana on the way. Inside, she put out a platter of finger foods and drinks. In the refresher, she put out some comfortable clothes, that were big on her. The Chiss was taller and would probably appreciate the clothes not riding.

She waited on the patio where she’d previously been sitting. In a lounger. She had a few minutes she figured, since two of them were not able to run nearly as fast as she was, and the other was helping the Chiss who was still recovering from the crash. She had been pretty convincing in her little act, but it mattered little. Crystal had demonstrated just a few of her abilities, and she was certain that the Chiss was interested in what she had to say, as was the crazy black haired woman. Even the healer was interested in hearing about Moross.

The Princess was nothing if not hospitable and for the most part, pleasant, in social situations. As a trainer, not as pleasant, but that they might find out for themselves later.

When the three arrived, she rose from her seat. “Welcome. There are refreshments on the bar, and a change of clothes in the refresher so that you can clean up and change if you desire.” She was speaking to Asylen then, and pointed her in the right direction. “Make yourselves comfortable.”

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

"I can be of some assistance in the matter of your memory, should you wish," he said in response to [member="Ashra'syle'nuruodo"], and that was the sum of his words as they made their way up and out. Commentary on her lack of trust was not necessary - he never expected to be trusted without question, not when one could so easily be Jedi in name only, without being so in truth.

Arriving at the property of the blonde woman, the Chiss on his arm, he expressed some small note of thanks. She was no Jedi, he could most assuredly discern that much, but it did not take following the ways of the Light to be decent, civil being. Life and the Force were far from being so black and white, a lesson he had long-since internalized. Did it change his core beliefs? Not so drastically, but centuries removed from the rigidity of the old Order had made him free to be more of a Jedi than with those restrictions.

Freedom was a funny thing. He wordlessly nodded his thanks to their host, [member="Crystal"], and looked to the Chiss woman, again.

"If necessary, I can assist you further... unless you feel you will be fine to refresh yourself without my continued help?"

It was nothing more than the concern of a healer, and he would have felt remiss in not offering to assist her in at least making her way over.

 

[Lana Orion]

[member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Ashra'syle'nuruodo"]

Lana was visibly uncomfortable, still standing on the patio. Her eyes darted around the door way. However, it was unlikely that any of them would realized the extent of the conflict within the dark haired woman over an act so simple as walking in the door. Her skin was crawling at the thought of entering a strange place that she hadn’t had the chance to disinfect or examine.

Pained, she stepped inside and paused. It wasn’t home. Nor was it as clean as home, but it wasn’t visibly dirty. The property was obviously well maintained and cared for. It just needed a little more sterilizing. The glasses were spotless. She could see it from the door. With a long slow exhale, Lana moved toward the bar.

The dark haired woman was making some progress. She stopped in the middle of the room and stood there. It was about as comfortable as she was going to get. Other than her feet touching the ground, she wasn’t touching anything or in a position to be touched. Still she didn’t say anything, merely trying to discreetly examine the cleanliness of her surroundings.