Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

"Oh ha, ha..." she rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "I didn't get into trouble on purpose, you know." She made a face at him, "It was just a case of drunk guy with grabby hands who couldn't dance worth a damn."

Her eyes lifted up so that she could peer at him instead of at the bowl in her hands. "Not my fault."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He made a gesture with his eyebrows that said that whether or not she was the cause of the trouble they'd gotten into was still up for debate, but he made no further comment on it. "Your Jedi Master, what's he like? Can't be that great of a master if he hasn't tried to come and rescue you and all that, I mean I did technically kidnap you."

 

[Anora Vahn]

That...seemed to strike a chord with Anora. Her eyebrows pulled together and a frown marred her features, and the more she seemed to think about what Tyran was saying...Her cheeks flushed red and her expression hardened before the noodles were set down on the surface behind her.

"Yeah, you did...." she let out. Why hadn't she thought about that before it was brought up? Hell, if it had been anyone else, the damned cavalry would have been called. So why..?

Her head shook roughly and she stepped away from where she had been leaned and out of the communal area completely.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Obviously he's struck some kind of nerve and he was smart enough to not follow up on it. So he took his dinner to the front of the ship and kept his eyes on the spaceport for any unsavory types that might have taken an interest in them during the bar brawl. Tyran wondered just how detached the Jedi could be, if it had been turned around he was kidnapped he'd have friends coming to rescue him, if not only for the fact that they could rub it in his face that he'd been one upped by a Jedi.

 

[Anora Vahn]

It wasn't just her Master that hadn't come looking for her. It was the entire Order who had let her down. And not just them, she had a sister who hadn't sent anyone looking for her either. Was Eenia really that mad at her for the crap with Kahlil? She had thought they had gotten over the fight they had, had.

Yet here she was, stranded on a planet with a guy who not only kidnapped her, but wanted to kill her parents too.

A slow breath was exhaled past Anora's lips, and she raked both hands through her hair roughly.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He let her have her space for as long as she needed it and then he saw a group of mechanics outside through the viewport. He stood up and stretched and went and found Anora. "I'm going to step outside for a bit and try to find a mechanic that actually knows what they're talking about so we can get out of here." He said as he pulled on his armor pieces. Couldn't be too careful these days.

 

[Anora Vahn]

By the time he had found her, the outer most layers of Anora's attire had been peeled off - the over jacket, the boots, the accessories, leaving her in the dress and leggings - and she was by no means still. She had found something small and staff-like, and while she may not have been back on Kashyyyk with the others, there was no excuse for slacking entirely.

She was an athletic, physical person, and in times of stress? It's what she turned to. She had made herself some room so that she could move around, and she used the object in her hands much the same way she would a training saber. It wasn't until Tyran spoke up that she even knew he was there, and she paused so that she could have turn and look at him.

Her gaze raked over him quickly, and then she shifted from her stance and gestured to him with her free hand. "Maybe you should ditch the armor." she told him. "I mean I know it's a risky move, but we have yet to run across anyone who's intimidated by it here, and maybe face to face is a better approach at getting the help you need for the ship repairs."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Sorry but the armor goes where I go." He said bluntly. It was his second skin and he spent more time in it than out of it. That was how it was for all Mandos. As far as people being intimidated by it or not that didn't bother him all that much. Most people saw him in it and made the sensible choice. Before they'd been in a bar by the spaceport where people had been drinking for hours, and they called it liquid courage for a reason. "Shouldn't be gone for more than a few minutes, if you leave the ship don't go too far and take one of the communicators from the weapons locker with you."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora shrugged a shoulder at him. "Suit yourself." she replied easily enough, then turned back away from him so that she could go back to what she was doing. Of course she heard him, though she didn't make an acknowledging sound towards him this time.

However once she was left on her own again, her movements stopped and she just kind of stood there. Clearly she was a lot more bothered by this revelation than any form of exorcise was going to fix. So she ditched the make-shift weapon, pulled at least her boots back on, and then made sure to grab a communicator before she went off the ship again.

She needed to find something to do, otherwise she was going to dwell, and that wasn't good for anyone.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

It took Tyran more than a few minutes to find a mechanic that was willing to talk to him at this time of night. Apparently none of them were in any rush to fix a ship that was going to take more than five minutes to fix. It wasn't until he found a Duros in a oil stained coverall that he made some progress and had a promise that the mechanic would be over to check the ship first thing in the morning and see what was going on.

When Tyran returned to the ship to give Anora the good news he found her gone and he sighed before opening up a link to the communicator frequency. "Anora," He said calmly enough. "Got some good news finally. Where are you?"

 

[Anora Vahn]

Being off of the ship seemed to help at least a little. It reconnected her to the Force, and that helped her find a more serene place at least mentally for the time being. Didn't clear her mind in the least little bit, but it kept her from spiraling out of control.

When the communicator went off, she glanced at it then sighed and activated it. "I'm not causing any trouble." she stated, attempting to assure him of the fact. "What news?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"The fact that the first thing you said is 'I'm not causing trouble.' isn't an endearing sign Anora." He sighed. "Got a half-decent mechanic who says he'll show up first thing in the morning to look at the ship so we can at least know what the problem is and how long it'll take to fix it." He added. "That's the good news, the bad news is I still don't know where you are." He said pointedly.

 

[Anora Vahn]

She paused in her steps, and both of Anora's brows lofted. He actually talked a mechanic into helping? Well, that was a surprise. A pleasant surprise at that. "Well, that's definitely good." she agreed with that, though when he spoke up the bad news? Anora rolled her eyes and started walking again. "Careful Tyran, you almost sound concerned." she told him, the smirk evident in even her tone.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Don't get sentimental on me," He said back with an overly sarcastic tone. "I'm more worried about losing my only lead to the Vahn family. So for the third time, where are you?" Tyran asked as he made his way out of the ship once again and into the less the friendly atmosphere of the Makeb spaceport.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora scoffed at him, "My, my...aren't we feisty?" A sigh escaped her and she looked around. "I'm a few blocks from the port," she knew that wasn't a whole lot to go on. "North east from the ship." Part of her wondered why it mattered to him, and then she paused in her steps and half turned around to watch where she had come from. Another realization struck her in that moment.

Tyran had been the only person to ever stand up for her. He didn't have to get involved back in the bar - though then again...He could have merely been protecting his only lead.

It was admittedly frustrating, and Anora folded her arms tightly against herself as she started walking back along the same path she had taken to get away from the ship.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Alright I'll join you in a bit then." Tyran started off in the direction she had indicated. He was in no real rush, she wasn't too far away after all and if she did get into any trouble before he got to her he could always use his jetpack to get an extra boost to get to her. Maybe on some level he felt bad for Anora because she really didn't have the best start in life. Her parents had lied to her and pawned her off on the Jedi and now even they had seemed to turn their backs on her. Maybe a trip to Mandalore would do her some good once he'd finished up with this job for that grease ball of a Hutt.

 

[Anora Vahn]

With Tyran walking one way, and Anora walking the other, it didn't take long for the pair of them to meet up along the way. She glanced up at him, then sighed heavily. "This has been a lousy trip." she told him. It had just been one thing after another since she had gone to get herself a drink before he had shown up. Though it had been eventful, to say the very least.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well what were you expecting while getting kidnapped?" He asked her. "It's not like it's supposed to be a vacation ya know."

They just walked around the city trying to look like tourists for the most part. "Well at least we'll know how long we'll be stuck here once the mechanic shows up in the morning. That's a positive." He shrugged.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"I wasn't talking about the kidnapping part." Anora pointed out with a shake of the head. She had never expected to see things so clearly from such a situation. But it was true, it was all true. The Order hadn't come looking for her, Eenia hadn't lead a charge, and hell she was nothing more than collateral in her current company.

What the hell was she doing wrong?

"Ugh, there has to be something fun to do to pass the time." she let out, dropping her arms as she paused and gave a long look around them.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

An idea came to Tyran. "Alright, you head back to the ship. I've got a stop to make real quick and when I get back to the ship I'll show you how to pass time the Mando way." He said as he went off in his own direction. He'd seen a small weapons shop that had, had some curious objects in the window, Corellian pugil sticks.

Each one was about a meter long but instead of having thick rubber padding they had stun emitters that gave a jolt that was strong enough to numb whatever body part it touched for the better part of an hour. "This should be fun." He said as he bought the sticks and made his way back to the ship.