The First Step and the Last Fracture. (Solo/Ask)

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"Im fine.... Leave me alone." He sighed and stared at the ground as he sat there and could not understand what was going on with him. The memories, he wanted them gone right now, wanted them out of his mind and he was pissed they would not. His hand coming down as it slammed into the ground and with it a minor pressure wave pushing away everything around him as he started breathing heavily again. "DAMN THESE MEMORIES." He screamed as his hands came to his head once more and he wanted to slam it into the ground.

 

[Miarta]

"You know... Talking about things tends to help in moving past them. If you want to talk to someone... I'm a good listener," she offered, sitting down where she was standing. He could scream at her all he liked, but she wouldn't give up that easily. He was obviously in need of help, and she was determined to give it too him. She briefly wished her old master was with her. He may have been able to figure out something. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Solan looked up and glared at her. "I do not need a good listener..." His hands curled up tighter and he looked at the ground as he ground his teeth and started to shake again as he curled and slammed his first into the ground. His breathing became short and tired though, having bled off alot of his forcepower and starting to black out there for a moment. In that moment his body completely collapsed and his body went limp. Not a sound came from him and his breathing was barely there as he laid curled up and limp.

 

[Miarta]

Miarta immediately raced over to Solan, pressing her fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. She found one, but it was slow and weak. He was breathing, but not well. She growled softly as she tried to come up with a plan. He was exhausted, he likely needed food, and she had no idea how to get him to a decent healer. Finally, she decided on a course of action. There was a small refugee settlement a short way away from the little camp. She groaned a bit as she tried to lift him, it was difficult, but she could do it. She managed to get him off the ground and had him positioned on her back, similar to the way someone would give another a piggy back ride, but decided that strategy wouldn't work.

"Damn you're heavy. I hope I don't drop you," she said to the limp figure. She had his arms hooked around her shoulders, leaning forward slightly so she wasn't actually dragging him. She kept a hold of his arms and used the rest of her body, mainly the muscles of her legs and back, to support the rest of him. His feet were kept slightly off the ground that way as she began walking. She had to stop and rest a few times, but eventually she reached the refugee town and dragged him into a nearby healer's tent. "I need help, and I'd suggest being careful. He's not very stable mentally."
[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

Solan's body remained still the entire time, working on fixing the damage that had been done by the memories and fixing his mind on its own but then the feelings of relief and safety helped along the process with a inner sigh he calmed on the inside. After a few hours his mind had been sated and his eyes would stop moving behind their lids with him finally at ease. It would take a few hours more but finally he stirred and his head lulled to the side and opened his eyes to look at anyone that was sitting there if anyone.

 

[Miarta]

"Oh, you're awake. How was your nap? Do you feel okay, or should I fetch the healer?" Miarta asked, smiling at him from where sat on the floor beside the cot he laid in. Her datapad was in her lap, and a half finished drawing of what looked like a Jedi could be seen on the screen. She set the device aside and slowly got up, her knees popping after holding one position for so long. She stretched a bit and stared at him. "You're heavy, you know." [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"What... where... what are you doing here, and where is here anyways." He looked around for his weapons and supplies. Great, one day on Kesh and already hes stuck somewhere he hadn't planned to be and his plan gets botched before it can begin. Certainly something to inspire brilliance as a leader if he ever became such. With a hand going to his side he breathed in and thought to himself before speaking again only this time aiming his eyes to focus in on the woman again. "Who are you?"

 

[Miarta]

"Miarta, we met yesterday. Don't worry your camp is still there, and rather safe. While you were being tended too I went back and laid some traps around it to protect it. We can go back as soon as the healer says it's okay for you to leave," Miarta explained, dropping her arms down to her sides and staring at him. She exited the tent for a few moments and came back with another Sith Pure-blood woman behind her. The other woman was much older than Miarta and wore a set of hooded robes. She knelt beside Solan and began looking him over, examining him to make sure he was alright to leave. "He seems fine now. If anything else happens though, feel free to bring him back here. Oh, and don't let him over do it. His body has been put under way to much strain lately. He may actually cease breathing next time," the healer explained, getting up and dusting off the skirt of her robes. Miarta merely nodded and glanced back at Solan. "Well come on then. I'm not carrying you back. Getting you here was hard enough." [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Miarta"]

"Where am i anyways..." He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck while he sat there and took a quick glance around the area with his eyes running over every detail. It hurt to think about what happened before but he would need to later on or be stuck thinking to himself this entire time. With a sigh he looked back at the Sith Pureblood that brought him here. His words though were spoken not to her, but instead the healer. "Could you leave me alone with this woman for a short time miss.... i need to talk to her in private."

 

[Miarta]

The healer nodded and left. "You're in a small pure-blood settlement. Mostly refugees, though some of them I'm not so sure about. No one here will harm you, I promise. We can go back to your camp if you'd like?" Miarta replied once the healer had left the tent. She sat back down on the ground near the cot as she waited for a reply. [member="Solan Charr"]