Judah Dashiell
Salvage Empire
@[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
"A baby nerf? At least we'd know what color to paint the room..." Thankful for the dark conditions because it hid the glare that was no doubt shooting his way, Judah was thankful Thessa took the final position in line. The last needed was for her to trip and fall or get injured in general. At least he had gained wisdom throughout their relationship -- no longer would Judah waste his breath trying to get the Galan to stay behind.
The ground opened up and Kerrigan was struggling to get to the other side of the chasm. Not having the lightning quick reflexes to respond to such a sudden event, he immediately lost his footing on the smooth stone. Before Thessa could even put her hand out, he was falling into the pit. The fall down was longer than he expected, disorienting and painful. Landing hard on some various debris, Judah felt the air leave his lungs as he gasped in pain. Tears formed in his eyes as he tried not to cry out in pain. It wouldn't do any good.
Slowly rolling onto his back, he laid in the dark, panting. Judah didn't dare left his head to search for his blaster -- not yet. He needed a moment to recover. The sound of his heart racing wildly filled his ears as he stared up into the dark, trying to pull it together. At least Thessa didn't fall. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to their unborn child or his wife. Hopefully the two were okay otherwise.
Well there you are. Took a bit of a spill. Daydreaming again?
A ghostly figure leaned over him.A young woman in a pilots jumpsuit, the zipper open to reveal a little too much, as if the woman was trying too hard. She was blue skinned with chin-length black hair, a Wroonian. A bemused expression seemed to grace the figure as she peered over the prone man.
Can't say I like the beard. Makes you look old.
Hand reached out to touch his cheek, studying his face.
Grab the artifact, don't let the Force Witch touch it. She wouldn't understand. She'd just destroy it. Destroy me.
"Last time I checked, you were long dead. Can't destroy what isn't alive." Judah wheezed, wincing at the effort it took. He must have did some damage to his ribcage.
The ghostly woman's expression quickly angered, growing fierce.
LIES!
Judah was plunged into darkness once again.
"A baby nerf? At least we'd know what color to paint the room..." Thankful for the dark conditions because it hid the glare that was no doubt shooting his way, Judah was thankful Thessa took the final position in line. The last needed was for her to trip and fall or get injured in general. At least he had gained wisdom throughout their relationship -- no longer would Judah waste his breath trying to get the Galan to stay behind.
The ground opened up and Kerrigan was struggling to get to the other side of the chasm. Not having the lightning quick reflexes to respond to such a sudden event, he immediately lost his footing on the smooth stone. Before Thessa could even put her hand out, he was falling into the pit. The fall down was longer than he expected, disorienting and painful. Landing hard on some various debris, Judah felt the air leave his lungs as he gasped in pain. Tears formed in his eyes as he tried not to cry out in pain. It wouldn't do any good.
Slowly rolling onto his back, he laid in the dark, panting. Judah didn't dare left his head to search for his blaster -- not yet. He needed a moment to recover. The sound of his heart racing wildly filled his ears as he stared up into the dark, trying to pull it together. At least Thessa didn't fall. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to their unborn child or his wife. Hopefully the two were okay otherwise.
Well there you are. Took a bit of a spill. Daydreaming again?
A ghostly figure leaned over him.A young woman in a pilots jumpsuit, the zipper open to reveal a little too much, as if the woman was trying too hard. She was blue skinned with chin-length black hair, a Wroonian. A bemused expression seemed to grace the figure as she peered over the prone man.
Can't say I like the beard. Makes you look old.
Hand reached out to touch his cheek, studying his face.
Grab the artifact, don't let the Force Witch touch it. She wouldn't understand. She'd just destroy it. Destroy me.
"Last time I checked, you were long dead. Can't destroy what isn't alive." Judah wheezed, wincing at the effort it took. He must have did some damage to his ribcage.
The ghostly woman's expression quickly angered, growing fierce.
LIES!
Judah was plunged into darkness once again.