OOC Account
Chiara’s chest heaved in huffed breaths, the redhead laying sprawled out on the floor of Merrick’s ship in a very undignified manner. Her once pristine Jedi robes were dusty and torn in places around her torso and arms. The pupils of her violet eyes were dilated, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. She placed a hand on top of her chest, feeling her heart racing like a runaway railspeeder and looked over at Merrick who’d jumped into the cockpit for a quick getaway.
Together they had already gone on a few Jedi missions since their initial meeting, forming the bonds of friendship, which correlated well in their mission success rate. Chiara sat up to push the hair off her forehead, stuck there from sweat.
This was probably their first near-death experience yet. “Well...that was....exhilarating, to say the least.”
Groaning to her feet she dusted off her tattered clothing and walked to Merrick, glancing down at the Naboo native. Instinctually, Chiara reached forward to brush away some blood from his cheek, but quickly retracted her fingers. “Ah...sorry, I...uhm.”
She cleared her throat softly.
“...Should take a look at your wounds. Where’s your med bay again?”
[member="Merrick Sato"]
Together they had already gone on a few Jedi missions since their initial meeting, forming the bonds of friendship, which correlated well in their mission success rate. Chiara sat up to push the hair off her forehead, stuck there from sweat.
This was probably their first near-death experience yet. “Well...that was....exhilarating, to say the least.”
Groaning to her feet she dusted off her tattered clothing and walked to Merrick, glancing down at the Naboo native. Instinctually, Chiara reached forward to brush away some blood from his cheek, but quickly retracted her fingers. “Ah...sorry, I...uhm.”
She cleared her throat softly.
“...Should take a look at your wounds. Where’s your med bay again?”
[member="Merrick Sato"]
