Time seemed to stretch and compress simultaneously. It was chaotic. After Danger's initial burst of emotion, the Queen of Trade quickly grasped the reality of their situation. They were in a neutral public venue, and her outburst wouldn't do any good. No, their focus needed to shift to ensuring Judah received proper medical attention-- checking for a possible concussion or, worse, a broken jaw from the forceful punch.
A stranger emerged, possibly someone with prior military service, though Danger wasn't certain. Thirty-Seven, Makai's protocol droid, stepped forward, acknowledging
Clarron Vall
with a nod.
[ It is alright, Sir. I shall take over and assist Mister Dashiell with his father's transportation. ] Taking its position, the droid bent, attempting to use its strength to help
Makai Dashiell
bring the unconscious
Judah Dashiell
to his feet, Danger straightening as well, her hands clutching Judah's firm bicep as they lifted him up.
Their gathering had attracted too many curious eyes and ears. This needed to be resolved swiftly and discreetly--
"This outrage is an embarrassment,"
Danger's auburn head swiveled, and she had to tip it back sharply as the tall and muscular figure of
Darth Carnifex
, Dark Lord of the Sith, materialized before her. Her green eyes widened.
Kaine. That singular thought raced through her mind. Where she would usually extend her hand, Danger instead inclined her head in greeting at his imposing presence, her efforts to aid Judah occupying her hands.
"Miss Arceneau, although it may bring little solace. I will assume full responsibility for my wayward son's behavior this evening."
"Thank you for your concern, Lord Carnifex." Even though the Dark Lord had granted her permission to use his birthname, Danger aimed to keep things proper in public, in a nod to respect. She would have used the familiar address if they were alone or in less watchful company. "
However, it is only right for Mistah Noble to explain himself and apologize."
She didn't have to wait long. When she turned her attention to
Kahlil Noble
, he indeed seemed regretful and apologetic. With a bow of his head, he offered an explanation for what had gone down.
"My apologies. I did not expect to see Judah here, but it seems this Judah isn't the same that has been sexually harassing my wife over the years. There is no excuse."
Danger's emerald eyes widened in a slow blink, a wave of confusion, outrage, and concern swirling within at that explanation. At any other time, the Queen of Trade may have taken it at face value, but to react so violently? She held back a string of choice words, only to be shocked at how Makai blew up at
Darth Carnifex
and then lashed out at
Kahlil Noble
.
A cold shiver ran down Danger's spine.
No, no, no. She couldn't let this unravel. In light of Myra's recent sexual harassment, Danger understood why Makai was so infuriated, but escalating this now was not helping matters.
"Makai, focus," she pleaded, desperately trying to redirect his attention. The last thing she needed was for him to insult a Dark Lord of the Sith and the Jedi Master who could knock his father down with a single punch. In the heat of the moment, Makai didn't quite grasp the gravity of the situation.
"Let's get him to my ship; I have a medical unit there," she instructed Makai, urging him to concentrate on his father. Danger swiftly turned her attention to Kaine and Kahlil, her tone apologetic.
"I apologize for his outburst; understandably, he is upset with the situation regardin' his father." the apology might aggravate Makai, but she could explain it later. They had to get out of public view.
Additional context provided by
Valery Noble
clarified matters, but it was evident that the situation had pushed the Grandmaster into a heightened emotional state as well, quietly apologizing anew. Danger was aghast when she realized the pregnant woman was attempting to use the Force while heavily pregnant herself. Grandmaster of the New Jedi Order Valery might be, but there were limits. Danger, empathetic as ever, held back her demand for explanations and focused on damage control.
"Beggin' you, please, don't strain yourself. Let Makai and me take care of Judah. We have his droid to assist. If you insist, we may use your medbay, but let us move him. I want to stabilize him before we transport him to my ship and get him home," Danger implored, squeezing Makai's shoulder with a silent plea for him to keep calm. It was one of the many silent signals the Queen of Trade had taught him during their years together.