Moonlight Lekku

[Choli Vyn]

He was a bit quieter now. With his head turner just so, choli caught Trextan's profile. At this distance she could see the faint shadow along his jaw, patchwork at best. His throat Bonner and his mind appeared to be everywhere. Just like her own.

"Yeah..." unsure of what else to say, the girl ended with that. Looking down, she followed the chrome like path of the phrik cybernetic arm from the top of his knuckles, along with the back of his hand, and up the forearm.

"Pretty smooth too." Likely a dumb thing to say, her knuckles lightly rubbing along the smooth shell of his phrik Palm that he held over hers.

"So you can still feel my hand?"

He'd mention sensation before, but well, in this instance, it was a little bit different. So much for just looking him over due to mechanical interest. It now was more than that.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Yeah," he replied, clearly thinking about a longer explanation. He looked down at her hands cupped in his own. It was a good excuse to gently stroke his thumbs across the backs of her hands.

"It's close to the sensation of my real one, but not quite the same." His eyebrows came down in concentration as he tried not to think too much. Holding her hands like this was nice, sent his pulse racing. Made him think of doing bold things. She was looking down at his hand, her lips were tantalisingly​ close. She hadn't come here for another ambush though and she hadn't told him she would be okay with that.

"You feel just a don't bit smoother and warmer to me left hand," he said. And, if she paid attention, she would notice it was only the left where the fingers occasionally have a slight tremble. He ceased moving his​ thumbs and have a reassuring squeeze instead.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Choli had inquired before just how much Trextan was able to feel regarding pain on his arm. It was a relatively advanced model, and in her experience, while those had the ability to feel pressure for tactile use and fine motor skills, they were not able to really feel.

So out of a need to do something - she still felt a bit antsy but not in a bad way - choli carefully upturned her hand under his. Much like before when she had traced her fingers along his arm, she traced a circle with a single pad of her finger along his metal palm.

The Rogue didn't dare to lift her head, instead kept it slightly quiet, the breeze lifting strands here and there along her temple.

"Can you feel that?" It was a low murmured inquiry, gaze on his hands. That's when she noticed the slight trembling of his left.

"Oh, are you still cold?" Seeing as it was still a bit chilly that made sense. Even if her own body was a little wound up at his close proximity, nervous shivers running over her.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Both would notice the symptoms, but neither would acknowledge the cause. His smile did a little dance as the signals from the hand were interpreted in a way that almost tickled. That sensation was much smaller than the little dance of butterflies in his belly at what seemed an almost intimate touch.

"Yes, I can feel that. The palm is actually pretty sensitive. Not as much as my other hand through. Maybe a little cold," he admitted. They weren't. "Still warmer than yours though," he added quickly, afraid she might take hers back. He felt the little shiver run through her shoulder, but offering an arm around her felt a step too far.

 

[Choli Vyn]

"I am used to the cold." Well, the desert could get below freezing a few nights out of the year. Her tiny trace came to a pause, and she took a deep breath.

"But... must be handy to have your arm constantly emit low heat." A thought then crossed her features, brows shifting.

"However... it likely is picked up by thermal scanners...". Now Choli was drifting into the mechanics of it all again. A flush tinged her cheeks again, or maybe that was just the chill in the air? Maybe. A small shift and their knees bumped again. "Sorry." She apologized, flicking her hazel green eyes back up to Trextan again.

"Have they taught you how to maintain your own arm? Or do you have to go in for calibrations?'

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan quite deliberately gave her knee a gentle bump back. He didn't want physical contact to become a thing between them.

He caught her gaze and smiled. Being able to say he could maintain his own arm might have been impressive to the pilot but he couldn't back up such a claim.

"Not really, think I should bring the manual to tatooine?"

 

[Choli Vyn]

That prompted a small snicker, the corner of Choli's mouth twitching until it broadened into a soft grin. Peeking up at him, she gave a little roll of her shoulder, her hair brushing against it.

"That would actually be a good idea." It would be to Trextan's advantage to be able to do minor fixes to his own arm than having to depend on anyone else.

"If you are out doing whatever Jedi things, likely would save your skin if you could do some field fixes. Unless you like having a deadweight arm that isn't usable until the next mechanic can fix it?"

The bump received another little playful nudge, the motion jostling their hands between them, prompting Choli to have to adjust her hands under Trextan's. They were warmer now, but she wasn't about to tell Trextan that yet. He might pull his hands away.

"I could teach you how to speed up your reading comprehension, so you don't have to pour over the manual too much...". She offered, glancing back down again at his hand.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards at her returning the bump. The thumb of his left hand slid from side to side against her skin. He had also noticed the warmth returning to her extremities and decided not to mention it.

His gaze flicked to hers quickly at the offer. Of all the skills she had mentioned that has caught his interest the most.

"Actually yes, I'd like that. Really sounds useful." His gaze fell forwards, long fronds of hair falling down to cover a mildly abashed expression.

"Might actually need a little lesson in using tools too. Didn't take shop in school." His left eyebrow quirked upwards. "Can't fly, can't fix things, can't navigate a desert. Not going to be much us on tatooine am I?" Trextan chuckled, his shoulder lightly bumping against her own.

 

[Choli Vyn]

"Soo... no standard wilderness survival skills?" The mock horror that went bathing her face lingered for a moment before humor glimmered in her eyes. They were a pale green again.

"So what can you do out in the middle of a desert?' She ducked in a bit closer in teasing, "On the planet where your kin originated from to begin with." That amused her.

"Didn't your uncle teach you anything when you went to visit?" The area his thumb kept moving over her skin tickled slightly, prompting her hand to twitch now and then. It felt nice though.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"I could probably dehydrate pretty quickly?" He said, tilting his head towards hers. Her eyes had subtly shifted again. It was so easy to see this close. Did she get fed up of people looking at them when they changed?

"Not really any kind of wilderness skills I'm afraid. You'll like Great Uncle Onnie though. He's got this nice little cafe, but he trades bits and bobs as well. He'd probably have you appraising and fixing things and not let you leave."

 

[Choli Vyn]

He is staring at me again. Wait, was it the eyes again? Likely so. She knew that they were rather odd, which is why she typically either had on goggles or her aviators on.

"Maybe. I'm always up for a good barter." She admitted, her grin widening at the accelerated dehydration, "Although i wouldn't joke too much about dehydrating -- that is one of the top reasons folk meet a swift end on Tatooine." A pause then an incline, "That and perhaps getting shot."

Choli gave a small toss of her head, moving her hair away from her face. The green hue in mild amusement lingered. Off on the horizon, the warmth of the sun bore down only to be cooled off by the chill of the wind. Maybe that was why there really weren't other patients up here.

"And yeah... I know they are weird." Before any confused expression or sound could come from Trextan, Choli gave a small upward nod as if to indicate her eyes.

"My eyes."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"I'd have said unique, not weird," he replied. Talking of her eyes took him back to that comment that had spilled from his lips right before he'd tried to kiss her. "Like I said before..." he trailed off, not wanting to bring that all up again.

"Sorry, that's a little rude of me. Every time they shift to something new I can't help but notice. Get a little lost in them. They change when you smile, I like that."

He looked back out to the woods in the distance and visible swallowed. "But I can probably help with the getting shot part, if not the survival. I've been working on getting the other parts of the arm working too."

 

[Choli Vyn]

You have amazing eyes.

That had been what Trextan had whispered up to her when she had him pinned on the couch. Recalling that made her blush again, belly fluttering at hearing him say that her eyes were unique and not weird. Even more so when he said he liked that they changed color when she smiled.

"No, it isn't rude," her fingers lightly twitched in his hands again. Nervous again. Were her palms getting damp? Please, not that.

"Thanks." Choli managed to say, a sheepish expression coloring her olive face. Much like Trextan, she turned her attention to the sky -- any other place to focus on besides his face or else she was liable to feel even more red-faced about it.

"Well... not getting shot is good. How are you with a blaster?'

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Fairly good. Spent some time on the range, but no where near as much as I have with a saber. Jacen was showing my how to use a scatterblaster and sonic carbine up close. I'm not a rifleman like he is though."

Trextan was talking about Jacen without getting himself worked up this time. It wasn't a great deal of progress, but he'd spent some time in that bacta tank thinking about dealing with his problems instead of moaning about them. Choli's rather blunt comments about his arm had been something of a catalyst.

Trextan turned back towards her, but her eyes were elsewhere. Instead he observed her profile. Odd wisps of her hair were caught in the breeze but most of her thick hair was still in the braid. It must have been a pain to get it into a flight helmet, he thought.

 

[Choli Vyn]

"So basically," a small bird swept overhead, catching Cholis attention. Her gaze followed it, but her lips couldn't help but twitch in amusement. "You can handle a blaster without shooting yourself in the foot. That's good."

Her nose gave a little scrunch and a wiggle. The tip had a small itch, but she couldn't scratch it - not unless she pulled her hand way from Trextan's hold. Not yet, she told herself.

"Because once we are on Tatooine, we will be dressing down from your Justicar Jedi ways and blending in -- " vibrant green eyes gave him a sideways glance.

"That means hiding your lightsaber and trading it in for a blaster."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Can I keep it in a bag at least?" He asked. The thought of being somewhere dangerous without one concerned him slightly.

"I trust you though," he said quietly. He chuckled. "I think that kind of got forced on me when I had to sit through that flight. You know when you have no idea how to fly amazing skill and suicidal madness at the controls look remarkably similar at first?"

He was already thinking that he'd need some time on the range at mid distance with a heavier blaster. No good taking weapons with a really limited range and having no saber to get close.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Now her full attention swung over to the teenage Voidstalker. Mirth and mischievousness danced in her green eyes. "You can keep it in a bag -- or hidden under a Jacket if you like." A thought came in, and she gave him a once over as if deciding just what might be best for him to wear.

"... well, we'll think of something." First things first. "Shuttle first. Or I guess a small two-seater is fine."

"And hey!" Came the false cry of affront, "You wanted to get out and away from the hospital as much as me. That required getting rid of the drones at our tail." a grin came to the memory, tension easing in the recollection and just casual conversation.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"No you dropped those drones like nobodies business. But when I can't really understand the readouts or pilot with the Force I just see great chunks of salvage coming it us at fatal-looking speeds." Trextan grinned at the memory.

"We started off just two angry, stubborn people who happened to share a ward unit," he mused. His eyes went down to their hands and back up again. It felt nice to be holding them.

"I remember people there tending to wear loose clothes," he said. If they'd been dressed that way now she wouldn't have been wondering if he'd been stuffing his saber down his pijamas.

 

[Choli Vyn]

"You have no idea how glad I was you didn't toss buckets over me," Choli said laughing. Her shoulders shook in her merriment, "Most pilots starting out can't handle the g-forces."

A glance over to him in regards to clothing -- Okay girl, just keep your eyes up -- and she gave a small cant of her head in agreement. "Well... yes and no. Depends on where one spends the bulk of their time. Out in the desert, yeah. Mos Eisley or Mos Ispa? Not really."

"But I think we can come up with something for you. I already have my own gear."

A small gust of wind sent another shiver down Choli's spine, and she found herself huddling a little bit closer that their shoulders bumped again.

"Sorry.'

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Getting a bit colder when the wind changes," he observed. Was her pressing slightly closer an invitation? He wasn't certain. There was the part of him driven mostly by hormones that wanted to be bold and the Voidstalker that didn't like to see anyone suffer. Both parts combined and he slipped his left hand out from under hers, shuffled slightly closer and put it over her shoulders.

"We can head inside if you'd like. Go find a way to that cafe. It's quite nice up here other than the wind. No nurses interrupting us and treating us like kids." She was close enough that he could breathe in the scent of her hair he realised. Whilst her hands were cold she was distinctly warm under his arm. Assuming she didn't outright panic and flee immediately.