Private Saber Safari II: Ysalami-Kidding Me!

[Drystan Creed]

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Rumble, rumble. Rattle, rattle.

All Drystan could see was darkness—and smell... cleaning products?

The sharp scent of cleanser assaulted his nostrils, rousing him slightly. Where was he? It was dark, cramped, and he could've sworn his elbow just bumped into a bottle of window spray.

He felt around, his hands brushing against what seemed to be a narrow door in front of him. A supply locker, it seemed—one filled with cleaning supplies. Outside, he couldn't hear much beyond the faint hum of still air.

As he shifted, the cramped space responded in kind—clatter-clink-rattle—a noisy chorus echoing out as he continued to move.

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Drystan Creed

Braze moved to open the locker door and let Drystan out of the locker. " Oh you're awake now huh? How's your hang over?"

 

[Drystan Creed]

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While unexpected, the sight of his fellow Knight's fluffy white hair was a welcome one.

Drystan rubbed his head, the telltale throb of a hangover pounding behind his eyes as he stepped out of the locker and into the light.

"Terrible. I feel like a Padawan again."

The last time he drank this heavily was with his Master, during an impromptu celebration at a planet's festival they stumbled into while on a mission.

He reached instinctively for his pockets… only to find none. In fact, he was completely without clothes—save for a pair of white boxers patterned with crimson hearts.

His rather sturdy form was on full display, crisscrossed with scars etched into the muscle and marked by the sleek, blackened cortosis plating of his prosthetic arm. All of it laid bare for anyone to see.

And yet, Drystan didn't seem to mind. It was clear he was used to being seen in little clothing—if not less.

"…Where are my clothes?"

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Drystan Creed

"Well... You had some nasty stuff on them so I put them in the wash." Braze offered. " When they were done I folded them up and put them in your cabin." Braze stated stepping back and looking Drystan over. " I make you some caff, and set it out in the lounge by the cafeteria with some breakfast if you're hungry. "

 

[Drystan Creed]

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Drystan raised an eyebrow before stepping away from the locker. Braze's words answered some questions, but ended up creating more. He did remember them going to a bar in Nar Shadaa and having drinks but after that not much else. Another question sprung into his head, one that needed an immediate answer.

"Wait hold on." He raised a hand before kneading his forehead. "Did you get me out of my clothes?"

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Drystan Creed

"I did... yes. " Braze stated simply. "Then you got up and started wandering around my ship. " Braze trailed. " So I shoved you in to a locker. " Braze added belatedly. " So you wouldn't get in to any further trouble... "

Braze trailed before moving to step out in to a small hall way and opened the door to the laundry area. He stepped in side and moved to fetch the clothes he cleaned pressed and hung on several hangars. They smells sweetly of... roses. He brought the clothes and a large bath sheet, matching towel and two wash cloths along before offering said items to Drystan. "Do you want to take a shower?"

 

[Drystan Creed]

THE MUD DUCK

"Hmm… I think it was my body moving on its own—trying to get a feel for the surroundings of your ship," Drystan muttered. Odd, considering that only happened when he felt comfortable in a place.

"Thanks for washing my clothes," he added, pressing his nose into the freshly laundered fabric. The scent of roses lingered, catching his attention. He raised an eyebrow at Braze, saying nothing as he leaned over and gave a sniff of his fellow knight's own clothing—trying to see if the fragrance matched—before turning toward the shower.

"I could use one," he said, accepting the towel. "And I'll need to wash these boxers too. Something tells me they need it more than my clothes."

That was all he had to say about that.

After his shower, Drystan returned with the towel now wrapped loosely around his waist.

"I'm still waiting on my boxers to finish drying. Then I'll change back into them. How about that caff?" he asked, running a hand through his damp hair. "I could use the pick-me-up."

Braze