Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

More than once Anora had to stop and reassess what she was doing. Between Tyran not being still, and the droid (not literally) in her ear, it was an admittedly frustrating environment. But, she kept herself in check, and she would just pause, or stop when these things would happen. Blow the hair out of her face, and wait until she was able to start again.

"I think," the brunette started as she worked to patch a particularly rough scrape to his side. "That you'll be alright." she informed him. "Though a couple of these you're going to want to keep clean. I don't think any sort of infection you can get from a wound dealt by those guys is something you want to deal with."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran groaned. He didn't even want to think about where the Trandoshan's might have had their claws. "Just do what you can, me and Rustbucket will take care of the rest."

"Rustbucket?!" the med droid exclaimed. "I'll remember that next time you need a wound stitched back together."

"Go ahead," Tyran said with a shrug. "I'll just get a new med droid." He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the table and headed for the shower. "Thanks for the help, would you mind tidying up what you can? I've got to try and wash some of this blood off of me." He said to Anora.

 

[Anora Vahn]

The arguing was easy enough to ignore, though Anora did smirk a little bit. However wisely, she stayed out of it. She wasn't about to get in between a boy and his droid.

When he got up, she made a soft sound and had to take a step back due to the far to close proximity that him standing up had put them in. She stepped back against the table, and reached behind her to brace her hand against it before looking away from him entirely.

"Yeah, I can do that." she answered him with a shrug of the shoulder, then turned her back so that she could start picking up scraps and such from the bandages to throw away.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran made his way to the refresher and spent a good hour cleaning himself up. He couldn't help but look at the various scars that he'd accumulated over the years of bounty hunting and mercenary work. It was an impressive collection for someone who was only 28 years old, but then again he'd made some stupid decisions after the death of his parents that had rewarded him with some of those injuries he was now looking at. When he reemerged from the refresher he found that the ship was as clean as it could be, there were still scorch marks on the walls from the blaster fire that wouldn't be coming out any time soon, but for the most part all the destruction he and the Trandoshans had caused was gone.

"Nice job." He said as he pulled on a simple fabric shirt. "This ship hasn't looked this good since I bought it." He sat down in the pilot's chair and checked the nav computer. They still had six hours left in their time jump to Denon. "Might as well try to get some sleep, I'll wake you before we exit hyperspace." He said to her knowing she had to be tired because he damn sure was.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Once Anora had gotten started, she had just kept cleaning. She honestly didn't even notice that she was doing it until she had gotten it done. And by the time Tyran had reemerged, she was finishing up.

"I did what I could." She told him with a shrug.

When he suggested sleep, Anora's body involuntarily stretched. Her body was definitely tired, and now that sleep was brought up she could feel it. "Alright," she sighed out. "Just point me where, unless you want me back in the cell on the cot."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He shrugged. "There are some bunks in the back if you want one of those, but you can go back to the cell if you want." He could pretty much sleep on anything but he wasn't sure if she'd prefer the rather stiff cot or the lumpy bunks. Neither of them were exactly comfortable but it was better than the durasteel floor. Once she left him he let out a stifled yawn and put his feet up on the console of his ship and shut his eyes to catch a quick cat nap.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora much preferred the idea of a lumpy bunk than a stiff cot. At least the bunk had some give, and she could always move around and adjust until she was comfortable. But with the cot? Well, there was no getting comfortable there. So the brunette made her way to the bunks, and she took her time to get comfortable. Her boots were pulled off, the outer most layer of her top was removed leaving her in a form fitting camisole, and then she laid on one of the bunks and sighed as she settled down against it. Either Tyran was wrong about the lumps, or she was a hell of a lot more tired than she had originally thought.

And with as fast as she fell asleep? It was definitely the latter of the two.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran hadn't been dozing for very long when a sudden jolt of the ship made him actually fall out of the pilots chair. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled himself back up to his feet and quickly climbed back into the chair and began reading all the screens on the console in front of him. "Fierfek." He muttered when he noticed they were no longer in hyper space. The shootout with Vrassk must have done more damage to the ship than Tyran had thought.

He quickly shut the ship down to save power just in case. "Anora!" he called over his shoulder. He was going to make a pilot out of this woman yet with as much time she was going to wind up spending at the controls of the ship. "I've put the ship on a low power mode, I'm going to try and figure out what is wrong with the damn thing but I need you to fly this thing to the nearest planet."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora had slept through it all. She hadn't been dislodged from the bunk, so she hadn't come to. But when her name was called, she snapped awake though laid there for a moment to orient herself. A noise was made in her throat and she got up so that she could make her way to the cockpit and see what the hell was going on.

She brushed past him and got into the pilot's chair, and she took the time to adjust the controls to her without even really thinking about it. "Lets hope we have an inhabitable one close..." she mumbled out, though it was due to not quite being fully awake yet rather than attitude.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

The Nav system was still working so he went over to the screen and checked their coordinates. "The nearest planet is Makeb," He said. "It's inhabited and might have the equipment to fix our issues." He bent over and grabbed some tools from a compartment near the command console. "Just take it easy flying this bucket of bolts into the spaceport okay? Make sure to inform the tower that we're having some power issues and could use a mechanic when we land."

With that he went off to see if he could figure out the problem and what it was going to take to fix it.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora blew at the hair in her face, but she nodded her head to him. "Alright, I got it." she assured him, and she settled into the seat a bit more once she had things set to her.

It wasn't a long flight to Makeb, and when they were close enough Anora made sure to do as she had been instructed. She made sure to inform the tower that they had some kind of problem, but had no idea what exactly it was that they were dealing with. The need for a mechanic was brought up as well, but that was the gist of it. Whether or not they actually got one to assist was up in the air.

"Hey Tyran?" she called back to him. "I got us this far, but I have yet to actually dock this thing...and the auto pilot isn't responding." So he either needed to come take over, or come help her do it.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran also let out a huff of air though his was more of frustration than anything. He'd spent the entire flight to Makeb below deck in a shower of sparking connections and charred wires. Whatever he and Vrassk had done to the ship they'd really messed it up. He heard Anora call his name and he responded with a low growl. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming." He said as he grabbed his tools and made his way back up the pilots seat.

"I'll take us in." He said looking at her over his shoulder. "When we land you should probably see about getting some new clothes, something that doesn't say...Jedi as much as those robes do." The last thing they needed was for some bad apple with a grudge against the Jedi to see her and start trouble. It was a very strong possibility they'd be on Makeb for a while, so it was best to play it safe.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Once Tyran had gotten up to the cockpit, Anora got up from the pilot's seat and slipped past him once again so that he could take over. When he brought up her clothes, she looked herself over. "Well, getting clothes is fine by me. But I wasn't planning on wearing my robes off of the ship." Hell, she wasn't even wearing them now. She hadn't even put her over shirt back on. She had hopped right out of bed and come up here.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Just get something that looks more civilian, do some of that hand-waving crap you mystics do if you need to cover your tracks." He said focusing more on the ship and guiding it down into the spaceport. "I'll be in the hangar for the most part trying to get this thing fixed and talking with the mechanic if they can get us one." He muttered. He was entirely too tired for this right now.

"We could be stuck here for a few days so try to keep a low profile alright. I have this nagging feeling that trouble seems to follow you for some reason." He added giving her a look.

 

[Anora Vahn]

There was a slight scoff from Anora, "I am not a troublemaker." she stated. "And I'll have you know that trouble doesn't follow me around."

She sighed and stepped back, then made her way towards the back. She took a moment to rake her fingers through her hair so that she could get it into some kind of order. "But no worries, I won't step out of line, or cause any problems." she assured him with a shake of the head. "I'll get clothes, and I'll come back." Easy enough, right? Hopefully.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He snorted. "I've never met a Jedi that wasn't a troublemaker. I doubt you're going to be the first." He guided the ship into the spaceport and coaxed it into a berth with just a little power left to spare. Tyran pulled on his armor and lowered down the ramp. "While I'm dealing with the mechanic and after you get your new clothes do some scouting around...discreetly." He stressed to her. "Get a feel for the people and if we're going to need to watch our backs."

It was most likely that this place wasn't going to be much of an issue for them and they'd be on their way in a day, maybe two and finally make it to Denon so he could finish the job.

 

[Anora Vahn]

She rolled her eyes at him, but didn't attempt to defend herself anymore than she already had. Anora had nothing to prove to him after all. So she remained quiet until the ramp was lowered, and then she slipped her boots back on, but left the robes and outer shirt behind. "Yes, discreet. I got it, relax." she told him with a wave of her hand.

There was no looking back when she wandered off away from him. No, she had no idea where she was going of course, but it didn't take her long to feel her way to where she needed to be. The clothing store wasn't all that big, but that was fine with Anora. She made her way inside and browsed around for a bit. Naturally the owner was curious and eventually stepped in to assist, but it didn't take the brunette long to find a few things to piece together.

It was most definitely nothing like anything she would wear...well ever, much less back home. It was definitely a step away from the robes she was used to, and while it wasn't entirely discreet, it was going to keep her from being looked at as a Jedi.

Naturally, there was a little focus put into her bargaining, and that had taken more than one try to do before Anora managed to get out of the shop with her new clothed. One outfit was only going to get her so far, but she wasn't about to press her luck in one place. On her way back to the ship, she wasn't in such a rush, and she took the time to people watch at least a little. No one seemed to pay her much mind - though she did get a few looks here and there as she made her way through.

Once she returned, she shrugged a shoulder as she made her way past Tyran. "Seems like an alright place to me thus far."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran spent his time arguing with the mechanic, a Weequay who seemed to know no more about freighter repair than Tyran did. First they argued over price and Tyran had to admit that he'd never argued this much over money with a mechanic before. Being a fully armored Mandalorian tended to get him what he wanted from most beings in the galaxy, but this mechanic wasn't backing down.

By the time Anora returned, Tyran and the mechanic were a few seconds from coming to blows. Tyran just waved the Weequay off with a growl and then stopped short when he saw what Anora was wearing. He didn't know what he'd been expecting her to turn up in, but it sure wasn't that. "That's..umm, wow." he said. "I guess that's a form of discreet." He gestured towards the mechanic with his chin. "That drunk slug doesn't know what the hell he's doing, we might be here for more than one or two days."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora had loft a brow at him, "Uh, thanks?" she glanced down at herself, then shrugged a shoulder. "It's as far away from anything else I would wear as I could get."

She stepped on past him and back onto the ship, though when she got fully on board she laid her hands against her hips and sighed as she looked around. "Alright, so...What the hell are we going to do for more than one or two days?" she asked, though didn't turn around to look back at him. If they were going to be stuck here, they needed some sort of plan, right?

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"We catch our breath I guess, heal up...or at least I will." He shrugged as he followed her up onto the ship. "Maybe I'll get rid of the Ysalamir since you haven't given me too many headaches." Her Force abilities would be very useful now that it was clear she had no intention to use them on him.