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Old Wounds

The brunette gasped and placed a hand against her back above one of her kidneys. "No..." She fussed, but that seemed to do the trick. The pugil stick was set aside and Anora peeled her boots off and set them aside too.

She walked a straight line towards the bunks and sighed as she stepped past him. "Need new pillows, by the way." She informed him as she passed. Once she got close enough to the bunks she reached for the zipper of her dress, got it unworked, and then let it drop down her frame and pool at her feet.

From there she climbed into the bunk she had used earlier and sighed heavily as she sank against the mattress.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Well at least she wasn't all that stubborn when she had a few drinks. "I'll keep that in mind next time I go pillow shopping." He said to her as she made her way to the bunk. He didn't say good night or anything like that she wouldn't remember it in the morning, not after draining about half of the jar. He was shocked she'd managed to walk a straight line let alone be conscious.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Tyran sighed and shook his head as he made his way back to the pilots chair. "The hell did i get myself into?" He said as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes.

He was woke by the sound of someone banging on the viewport of the cockpit and it jolted him upright. The mechanic had climbed up on the ship and was gesturing for Tyran to lower the ramp. "Alright, alright I'm opening it up." He said to the alien. He made a brief check on Anora to find her drooling into the bunk and he grinned at the sight.
 
There was definitely no movement from Anora. She was still belly down on the bunk, head turned to the side, one leg bent at the knee, and the blanket kind of haphazardly on her. She was down and out for sure.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Tyran left her there and went down out of the ship to meet the mechanic. He couldn't wait to get off of this planet and get this job over with and focus on making Anora a stronger warrior. He stood outside drinking stimcaf while he watched the mechanic crawl over the exterior of his ship and make disapproving noises at what he saw.

"You're electrical system is shot all to hell, gonna take another day to fix it and get your ship running again." He said. "Won't be cheap either my mercenary friend."

Tyran huffed. "Alright, just let me know what it costs when you're done. I wouldn't recommend trying to cheat me either." Tyran wasn't exactly hurting in the financial department but he wasn't uber wealthy either. He could cover the cost of the repairs to the ship, he'd just invoice his Hutt employer for the cost when he handed in his bounty.
 
It was like trying to pull herself up out of the water. Anora's body felt weightless on the inside, but overly weighed down when she tried to move. She groaned, and writhed against the bunk mattress while she attempted to pry her eyes open. It took some serious effort, but she managed to get them open, one at a time, though the lids drooped dangerously close towards closing again.

But rather than let that happen, the brunette rolled herself off of the bunk and onto her feet. Surprisingly, there was no headache, no nausea, nothing of that sort. Just the weird swimming sensation that was more an annoyance than anything else. It lead her away from the bunks and towards the kitchen so that she could get some water, and once she had that she started drinking it down to help with the serious dehydration.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Tyran was still outside his ship when he noticed the Duros peering through the cockpit a bit too intently for his liking. He walked up towards the front of the ship and looked up at the mechanic. "Hey what are you doing now?!" He called up to him.

"You've got good taste Mandalorian." The Duros said without looking at Tyran. "Ya know for a human girl."

Tyran squinted at the mechanic in confusion for a few seconds and then realized that Anora must not have dressed herself and was strutting about the ship and the Duros was now oggling her. "If you know what's good for you, you'll get away from that window before she sees you." Tyran said.
 
It was two glasses down before Anora took a real breath. She shifted around so that she could lean against anything and not have to support her own weight for the moment. For a time she just stood there and breathed, giving the water a moment to work before her gaze lifted from the floor. It took her a moment to focus on the area across from her, and when she did for a time she just stared.

It seemed to take her a moment, but eventually Anora looked down at herself. Her lips pursed, she drummed her fingers against the counter behind her, and then she pushed away from the surface and made her way towards the cockpit. Once she got there, she laid her hands against her hips and scowled through the window. "Can I help you?!"
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Tyran heard Anora's voice through the cockpit viewport and shook his head. "Your funeral buddy." He said as he continued drinking his stimcaf. To the Duros' credit he didn't budge. "You already have girlie." Then he scrambled up the ship and out of her view.

Tyran actually laughed at that because he could imagine the look it had put on Anora's face. He figured she'd be storming down that ramp soon enough to tear that mechanic a new one so he he walked over to that area of the ship to intercept her.
 
Both of Anora's brows had lofted, and then narrowed right back down. A loud scoff escaped her control, and when the Duros scampered out of sight, Anora turned on a heel and made her way towards the ramp. Oh yeah, she was about to rip some bulbous head off of those shoulders without a wit of hesitation.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Tyran heard her stomping across the ship before he saw her on the ramp. He caught her and turned her around with a gentle shove back into the ship. "Clothes first, yelling at the creepy mechanic second." He said. "Unless you want the whole berth oggling you."
 
Being turned around threw Anora off for a second, and when she was pushed back towards the ship her head dropped back against her shoulders and she groaned loudly in frustration, but made her way back towards the bunk so that she could find the inner layers of her normal attire. The undershirt and the leggings.

"It isn't like there's a whole lot to ogle at!" she huffed aloud, shaking her head as she attempted to get her boots on - more than once, until she had to sit down to get them onto her feet.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
"Okay, no more tihaar for you if it's going to turn you into a nudist." He said as she sulked her way to the bunk to put her clothes on. "You know it's hard to believe you were ever training to be a Jedi. Aren't they all about that modesty poodoo?"
 
"I wasn't nude." Anora pointed out. She had still been binded and had underwear on too. "Though I don't seem to recall a bunch of monks back at the Temple." She added with a shrug.

Once her boots were on, she made her way back to him. "Though if that's the case, I suppose that's one more reason as to why I don't belong there."
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
"What, modesty not something you're very high on?" He grinned at her. "I'll handle the mechanic. I want you to go into town and get a set of real armor." He said handing her some credits. "Something that'll take more blaster fire than that dress you're wearing."
 
"I mean, what's the point?" Anora questioned him, about the modesty, not the armor. "It's just a body." and Anora was more athletic in build anyhow. It was easy to tell she was a woman of course, but she was certainly more lithe and not as shapely as other women her age.

When she was handed credits, she looked at them for a long moment before nodding and shifting her gaze to him. "Where was the shop you said you had seen that had the armor?" she questioned him before tucking the credits away.
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
"Hey, you do what you want." Tyran told her. "Just not when it comes to beating the mechanic to a pulp in broad daylight." He grinned at her. "You can do stuff like that once we get the job over with."

"It's pretty much straight ahead once you leave the spaceport, it'll be on the right." He said when she asked for directions. "We should be out of here tomorrow, the electrical system in the ship is shot and it won't be a quick fix."
 
The brunette seemed to consider this for a moment, and then she bobbed her head. "Deal. I can work with that." Wait until the job is done, then pluck the bastard's eyes out. Fine by her.

When she was given directions, Anora nodded and turned away from Tyran so that she could head off of the ship without another word. She had the information she needed, what more was there to say at the moment?
 

Tyran Numeck

Mandalorian Supercommando
Tyran shook his head in amusement as he watched her go. That girl had too much fight in her to be a Jedi but it remained to be seen if she had enough fight in her to be a Mandalorian. He went inside and pulled on his own armor before reemerging to find the mechanic. He pointed at the Duros. "You keep your bugeyes focused on your job and keep them off of everything else." He said with a gravelly tone to his voice. "I've got a nice pelt collection back home and a Duros hide would look pretty good on my wall."

He clipped his helmet to his belt and remained standing outside and keeping an ear open for any sounds of trouble. He was still trying to figure out how he'd become some kind of teacher to this girl, it happened damn near naturally. He exhaled and wondered if he'd possible bitten off more than he could chew by taking on a Force user as his trainee.
 

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