Praise The Sun (Jared, Closed)

[Triko]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkae0-TgrRU

Blood leaked out across the floor of the room; Triko groaned, staggering to his feet. Hunched over in the corner, he vomited up more blood and some strangely flesh-like solids, and rose, one hand forced against the wall for balance. Then he looked up.
"You." He grumbled again, fumbling around inside his poncho with his left hand while he still kept his balance with the right. "Where Triko, and why Triko here." The tone he used indicated he was not particularly amused.

Then he drew a scattergun.

"Get Triko out. Then you die, or you leave. Triko no care which."

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared would have mentioned the fact that the Jawa was cooked inside. Probably dying right this instant. But that would have been bad taste from his side, so instead he just waved with his hand once. Immediately the surrounding area started to wash away and get replaced by the real world. The swampy forest of Endor.

As he woke up, he felt a sudden wetness... oh based God. He had fallen out of the damn tree, and into the water. Using the Force to guide him, he swam out of the water and jumped onto solid ground.

Then he looked around to find that damn crazy Jawa.

[member="Triko"]

 

[Triko]

Triko rose, free from the darkness of his own mind.

Then he fell- hard.

Lying face first in the leaves, he stared blankly into the dirt. He heard the quiet rustle of the leaves, felt the warmth of the sun once more. The water splashed. He did not react.

Slowly but surely, the soil around him turned a bloody red. Breathing slowed, and his fingers twitched uncontrollably. Glowing eyes kept their stare.

The Jawa rolled onto his back.

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Arage Bao]

It did not take long to find the little Jawa, the Force was everywhere and since their mental contact Jared knew the touch of Triko’s mind. Almost as if he was strolling through a forest, the Lord walked over to where Triko was taking it easy.

Seemed Jared’s attack had done quite the damage on the thing, not even considering the amount of psychological damage had occurred on the already fragile mind of the little jawa.

If it had been any other day of the week, he probably would have left him there to die. But it was a sunday, and on a sunday he tried to be nice to people. Sorta.

So Jared reached out towards Triko, and pushed his energy into it. Trying to fix up at least part of the internal damage he had caused. He had never been too good at healing, but it should at least take off the edge of it a little.


[member="Triko"]