Faction [NJO] Restore Rebuild Relief

[Everest Vale]

Eve frowned a little from Tigris' tone, which seemed reflective and brooding, and hoped she hadn't inspired any negative feelings in her. Recopia, she said. The name was vaguely familiar to Eve, but she didn't know anything about it. She listened closely to the few words Tigris spoke, her voice strangely enchanting to Eve. Though she didn't speak much, it did pique her interest, and she knew she wanted to hear more about Tigris and her home. Perhaps she just wanted to hear her speak, whatever she had to say. A surge of confidence suddenly came to her.

"I'm sure there's beauty there in other ways. Maybe you can tell me a bit more about Recopia, and about you, sometime?" She spoke before her brain had managed to catch up, and a small gasp escaped her. Did she just 'make a move'? Did that even constitute a 'move'? What did it even mean to 'make a move'? Her hand moved to cover her mouth out of embarrassment. She would be the first person to say that she was no good at this 'stuff' whatsoever. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Uh—Um... H-how about— Do you have any other ideas for restoration projects, Tigris?"

Tigris​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Vera Noble Iris Arani

Zaiya's mottled spots flared a deep coral as Iris's question about those book covers landed squarely in her mind.

Oh no. Not the covers. Her skin betrayed her embarrassment even before she could stammer out a response. The image of that absurdly shirtless Sith Lord from the Zeltron bookstore flared to life in her thoughts, and she instantly regretted remembering it.

She clung to Vera's enthusiastic arrival like a lifeline, her voice pitching higher as she chirped, "Oh great! That's awesome!" Thank the stars for distractions -- and for Vera's bearhugging gremlin nature. Watching the Keshian nearly lift Iris off the ground brought Zaiya some much needed silliness... and distraction!

"We're definitely the tallest," she added with a nervous laugh, trying to push her thoughts somewhere else. "Means we can wrestle anyone down faster." Right? That made sense. Totally not silly. Ugh, focus, Zaiya!

Her fingers fumbled with her satchel as she dug for the Pythorian healing sticks.

"Yes! I've got them!" she exclaimed, moving to take off her satchel and look into it. A few seconds later she pulled out the carefully wrapped items. Domxite took that moment to hop toward Vera, their metallic form chiming softly as they aimed for her shoulder.

"These are Pythorian healing sticks," Zaiya explained, handing one to Vera with a small flourish. Her tone turned a bitmore confident as she focused on what she knew. "You rub them together to make a foam...it's great for injuries after cleaning them. Almost like bacta or kolto, but without that gross sweet smell." She gave Vera an encouraging grin.

"Here, try it out."

At least this was something she could handle. Healing sticks didn't come with embarrassing book covers.

 

[Tigris]

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Everest felt the need to put some silver lining on Tigris' comment about her home planet. But the Echani was right, there certainly were some things that could be seen as beautiful on Recopia. It reality, the tattooed padawan wished to keep the memories of that place where they belonged, 900 years in the past. The moment of disquiet over the mention of Recopia dissipated by the rest of Eve's words.

In that past life, as a Seyugi assassin, romance was never a part of her life. Serving the Dervish's was her life, and the closest thing to romance was using sex to dupe a mark. So, Tigris was confused at Eve's reaction to her own words. When the Echani teen gasped and put her hand to her mouth, Tigris thought she had seen something startling. The older padawan's delicate brows furrowed and her head spun around to see what was it was. Seeing nothing, she turned back to Eve.

"What?" Tigris asked, then it dawned on her. She connected the things she had seen between some others recently that shed light on the matter. "...oh..." The raven-haired woman murmured with a small smile. Maybe Eve was just wanting a friend, but Tigris had caught the furtive glances and blushes that painted Everest during their short encounter. Tigris cast her dark eyes down for a moment. She wasn't sure if she was reading her new companion right. Maybe it was that Eve found her attractive. Maybe, Tigris allowed herself to admit, she found the silver-haired girl attractive as well. Tigris was as new to flirting as Eve was.

Tigris had not openly shared much of herself with anyone, aside from Caltin Vanagor at the Jakku Enclave. "Well, alright, sure." It was rare that Tigris was caught off balance, but Eve had done just that. With a clearing of her throat, Eve quickly moved on. Tigris suddenly had a thought, or more like a desire. Everest seemed cronically timid and unsure of herself, something Tigris rarely if ever experienced. Maybe she could help the woman 'come out of her shell'. Tigris liked the idea of spending more time with Eve, probably the first fellow padawan for which she felt such a thing.

"Well... recovery also means rescue efforts, heavy equipment and droids to clear debris, and sensors to search for survivors. Having special units with all of that ready to respond might be a good idea, if the Service Corps doesn't already have something like that." Tigris offered thoughtfully in her curious accent, with a small shrug of her shoulders.

Everest Vale

 

[Everest Vale]

The small smile that found its way across Tigris - even if it was merely her being polite - nevertheless sent a flutter through Everest, and she had to catch her breath as she watched Tigris' face light up and soften, betraying her otherwise fierce appearance. She fascinated Eve, whose eyes had lit up into a gentle, watchful gaze. An uncontrollable beam found its way across Eve's face when Tigris... agreed?

A single "Oh," escaped her, more of a gasp than any audible noise, as she realised what just happened.

Tigris spoke, and to hear her voice speak for longer was strangely soothing. She could get lost in the music of her speech, lost in the compelling darkness of her eyes that spoke of— Oh heavens, was she staring now?

She blinked, visibly embarrassed, and brought herself back to the moment. She nodded with determination at her words, as her mind caught up with the conversation again. The Recopian Padawan raised some important points. Eve admitted to herself how aside from caring for the nature of a planet, she had very little clue as to how to approach a topic like this. But it seemed like Tigris had seen more of the galaxy than she could imagine. She brought an experience to the table that she was lacking. Had she even seen war? She glanced at her tattoos again, curiosity latching on to her, but she told herself it would have to wait for another day.

Eve nodded to her words, offering a soft smile, and allowed a breathy sigh to leave her.
"Mhm," she cooed softly. "Having something like that on— on..." What was the word? "...retainer where possible would be really helpful. Maybe when it's peaceful, they can focus on protective measures."

She dwelled a little on the ideas they shared, until her minded focused solely on Tigris herself again, until a goofy grin surfaced beyond her control.

What's happening to me?

The question circled around her mind for a while. She wasn't entirely sure. She certainly didn't expect... whatever this was... to come out of a class on restoration. Who was this woman? Why did she find her so... compelling? One thing was certain, though. In that moment, the worries of her place within the Order, the heartache for home, the uncertainty of her future, and all the anxieties that came with it all, had melted away.

Tigris​

 

[Tigris]

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The sound of excited voices erupted nearby. Dark eyes shifted to the trio of women not far off, Zaiya pulling out a pair of curious sticks while Vera and Iris looked on. But Eve's soft voice drew Tigris' attention back. It was difficult not to latch onto the Echani's silver eyes. The Recopian found no reason not to look away. Though, Tigris wondered if the bold attention made Eve nervous. The girl seemed easy to flutter.

In truth, Tigris could read the signs. Catching Everest averting her gaze after being caught staring. The hesitancy in that soft voice, and the coy gidiness. As unlikely as it would seem, Tigris had the feeling Everest was attracted to her. The tattooed padawan could understand her own attraction to the Echani, Eve was the epitome of beauty. It was harder to beleive someone else would feel the same about her.

But Tigris was practical, and the signs pointed to that conclusion. So, what should she do about it. Clearly, the attraction between them was painting their whole interaction, the work of the class taking a back seat to the vibrancy of the feelings felt. But Tigris could not be timid. It wasn't in her.

Testing the waters, Tigris scooted a bit closer to Eve. "Right, good, units specifically created to help in recovery, but when not needed, given other tasks, or personnel dispersed to work elsewhere. But answering the call when needed is their priority."

Everest Vale

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Iris Arani Zaiya Ceti

Vera turned the healing stick over in her hands, eyes squinting at it with mock suspicion. "So you're telling me," she began dramatically, holding it up between two fingers like it was some ancient relic, "That this tiny little stick can work like bacta? Without the awful sticky-sweet smell?" She sniffed it, then made an exaggeratedly pleased face. "Okay, I'm already on board."

She rubbed the stick between her hands, following Zaiya's instructions, and grinned when the foam started to form. "Ohhh, okay, this is kinda cool." Without hesitation, she dabbed a little on the back of her hand, rubbing it in experimentally. "Huh. Feels nice — way less goopy than bacta." She nodded in approval, then turned to Iris with a smirk. "Is this a trick you learned when studying medicine?"

Then, with renewed energy, she clapped her hands together. "Alright! So, healing sticks are a go. What else can I learn while we help out? I'll be the best non-Force healing assistant you've ever had!"

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[Iris Arani]

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"It's not a trick, but it is something I learned in college." Iris smirked, just a little, before motioning the pair of Padawan's to keep moving forward. They were going to help the clinic here, so, there was no time to just stop and talk. "We'll be practicing suturing, so I hope you know how to handle a needle, the both of you. If you don't, there's synthskin you can practice on."

Zaiya Ceti | Vera Noble

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Vera Noble Iris Arani

Zaiya's bioluminescence flickered with a soft blue glow in amusement. She tucked the healing stick back into her medkit, shooting Vera a crooked grin.

"Yeah it is pretty cool science trick," she said, slinging the pack over one shoulder, Domxite chirping quietly from its perch. "Which, honestly, is kind of like magic if you think about it hard enough. I remember when Aris first showed me Sezil, and I thought it was a sword with repulsors to make it fly, didn't even know of the Force. Once he explained it, the Force at the time did seem like magic."

Her grin wavered slightly at the mention of suturing. Needles. Actual needles. She'd patched up superficial wounds, sure, simple stuff with bacta patches, even the occasional dermal regenerator. But stitching skin? That was a whole different level of responsibility. Her mottled stripes pulsed faintly with hints of pale yellow -- nerves creeping in beneath the surface.

"I mean… how hard can it be?" Zaiya muttered under her breath, trying to sound casual. She rubbed the back of her neck, ignoring the way her skin betrayed her with that faint shimmer of anxious yellow. "It's just… no different than doing safety wire work, right?"

Domxite gave an unimpressed beep that somehow sounded like disapproval.

"Helpful," she whispered sharply to the droid before glancing back at Vera with a half smirk. "Guess we're about to find out if I've got steady hands or if we are going to need extra synthskin."