To Awaken a Relic and Uncover a Past

[Rafeesh]

The Beginning of Freedom​

The Return of Time​

What is left of the Star Destroyer Vehement from the Galatic Civil War has floated near a star in the Outer Rim. The wreckage is empty and devoid of life, except one person. Locked in what used to be an experimental Cryogenic sleep chamber, the once Sith Rafeesh is frozen in time. Like a diamond he is solid unchanging, his body forced into an unchanged appearance of sadness. He awaits his Master who shall never come; he awaits release from his icy prison. His mind only being capable of dreaming, dreams of days long past. This man, this Rafeesh, is a living relic, he is thousands of years old kept alive by the technology of his time. Or he would be if he were free. He thinks of his friends, his family, and all those he once knew. He hopes to see them again when he is released. For he does not know the time that has passed....

Even as the wreckage of the aged Destroyer floats slowly towards and eventually away from the star, there are salvagers who would find great worth in scavenging the old wreck. Even now, some few who think that there is worth in this old ship are preparing to enter its silent halls.

 

[Lief]

The vast abyss of space was something she could appreciate, but not so much enjoy. There wasn't anything of interest to her amidst the stars, just a pretence of false hope. Most stars in the distance were long dead and burnt out, it was like clutching at straws, at dreams, and in the end it was futile. It was gone before you could truly experience it. Perhaps it should have saddened her to make such a realisation, but Kyra didn't really have any aspirations; her hopes and dreams had been shattered early on, and she'd forced herself into falsely showing a hard and carefree exterior. She lived for the thrill of scavenging, of hunting down the junk she cherished. Nothing more.

So when she saw a window of such opportunity ahead of her she could not help but glide the Tarnished Bucket towards the wreckage of an Imperial Star Destroyer. What wonders and mysteries possibly lay aboard she could not say, she could not guess at. But that was part of the fun, was it not? A moment of thrill, of happiness to wash out her truly dismal existence: the Galaxy was a lonely place, especially when one was coursing through space. A moment to pause and recollect her thoughts, to find her feet in the infinite space. Her ship scanned the vessel ahead of her: for the most part it was shut down, but there was a pressurised area which still retained life support functions, blocked off from the rest of the ship.

This was her destination.

[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Inside Rafeesh's mind, he imagined cool winters and warm summers. He imagined long battles with the Republic and then the Empire, he thought he would be content even to be released for this. He could imagine the carnage of the battlefield, the desolation left in the wake of war. As he contemplated the meaning of all the destruction, he thought he had an insight, but it slipped through his mind's fingers. He had lost track of the time that had past, he assumed it was only weeks maybe months since he had been placed in sleep. A second was the same as century to him and no amount of thinking on his part could change that.
In that moment another scavenging ship enters the system. It is a trandoshan scavenging vessel. The owner had decided to check one of the dozens of uninhabited systems, which were often untouched. His scanners picked up the remains of the Star Detroyer. He smiled, his face contorting in a way that showed that he didn't often smile. He had been hoping for some break through, and this was it. If he found anything of value, he could be rich. Or so he hoped. His initial scans revealed that though this ship had been a wreck for years almost unbelievable, it had a single life-form aboard. The smile changed to a frown, which appeared much more natural on his face; this was an old ship and had likely been in space for many years, yet there was life still. He would either capture of kill this one person. He had a few scavenging droids for that purpose. Clicking a few keys on his control panel, five little pods were released, headed to the wreck. Each one contained a scavenging probe meant to take value of items just about anywhere, and to remove unwanted organics...
[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

On the other side of the hulking vessel, oblivious of the impending danger, the Tarnished Bucket drew up towards the archaic hangar. In the cockpit she focused in on the redundant access codes and swiftly began to override them through her system. A barrier remained risen around the contained lifesupport-system of what remained of the ship, ensuring that the ship could enter without risking the interior and the life onboard. A few ruined star fighters lay scattered around. She remotely closed the hangar blast door and slipped out of her own vessel. "Stay with the ship, Screw," she didn't need a ditsy droid chasing after her. "Com me if any issues arise." She swiftly scanned the area, before heading further inside.

Following the life signs of the ship she was able to detect the rough location of the individual. Her ventures brought her to a cryo-chamber, yet along the way she spotted a few things of worth and pocketed them. Full power cells were amongst the items salvaged, for which she was truly grateful. All of the stasis pods were broken save for one, corpses lining their basins. But this one... It read the vitals of a well-preserved life. She stepped forwards, scanning over the transparisteel screen after she wiped away the icy condensation. Did she risk waking it? Kyra was a smuggler, a salvager and in many regards a thief... But she did not take lives needlessly, especially not when they had no way of defending themselves...

Reaching out, she flicked the button which would begin to undo the cryogenic state the Iridonian was in.

 

[Rafeesh]

The casing of the chamber was rapidly becoming warmer as the system began reheating the frozen body inside. In a matter of minutes the chamber began to open, but stopped midway. Apparently the years had taken their tole. A small compartment on the side of the chamber opened; a lightsaber and helmet falling to the ground with the sharp clang of metal on metal. The chamber made a slight hitching noise as its thawing systems began to deteriorate from the use.
Inside Rafeesh could feel himself awakening, funny he could feel his body again. This meant that he was awakening! He smiled in his mind, he was free. He could see everyone again. At this point he was fine with obeying his Master, for now, just to be free of this prison. His eyes fluttered opened, he could see! He was still inside the chamber and he could only raise a hand and brush the walls. "Must be the cryo chamber's effect. Probably causes weakness like this, bet Master felt it as well. Wonder how long it lasts." He thought. He tried to look around, his eyes sluggishly followed his mind's command. "Maybe I just need to exercise the muscles to get them back." He attempted to pick himself up but his arm's only feebly pushed against the still cold durasteel beneath him. He tried to tilt his head from side to side, but it only moved centimeters from its original point.

Meanwhile, the probes which had been released by the Trandoshan had made their way onto the opposite end of the ship. Their pods had pierced the outer-hull of the Destroyer, allowing the probe droids to enter the ship. They separated, each heading in different directions, two headed towards life signs of the unknown being, one moved off to the garrison housing, and the last two headed towards a hangars. A live feed of everything the droids noticed was directly sent to the Trandoshan, who sat at the viewing terminal, watching with great interest. This would be his greatest find yet, he was sure...

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

She felt the cold surrounding the tank beginning to diminish. Reaching out she released the latch, with a small snap-hiss, causing the door which had begun to open to become fully breached and allow the man within to fall from it. Crouching down the kneeled to his height, offering out a hand to his person. "Are you..Alright?" she asked, genuine concern upon her expression. "Listen, you need to stay calm and not move from this area of the ship -- there is no life support anywhere else... Do you understand me?" It wasn't that she expected he didn't hear her, more that his disorientation might drive him to do something... Stupid.

Suddenly she cared not about the scavenging potentials, only the individual before her.

[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh looked around as he fell to the floor. He felt a thud but no pain, then he heard [member="Kyra Sol"] speak. He didn't recognize the voice, nor the hand that came down to help him up. He stretched out a weak hand and tried to pull himself up, but to no avail as his muscles were still trying to warm up completely. His eyes moved from side to side, as he perceived a metallic room. He thought to himself, "A ship? Or just another building? I wasn't on a ship. Maybe I was moved to a ship, but why? Maybe it is just another portion of the same building, but still why was I moved? The room I had been in was perfect for the chamber." He opened his mouth at what he thought was a question, "Surry, say tat agan....Wher um I?" He tried to speak normally but his voice seemed to be slow and uncertain, a moment later his teeth chattered a little from the cold. The heating process had evidently not finished properly and his body was in need of a source of warmth or protection from the cold. He had one hand in this strangers grasp and the other was still futilely pushing against the ground, his left leg was moving to try and push himself up but in vain.
Rafeesh caught a single glimpse of the [member="Kyra Sol"]'s face a few moments ago. In his opinion she was pretty, but unknown to him. "Did he get a new apprentice, or some new lackey? I knew everyone of his staff, or so I thought....My head why is everything so muddled? Back in the chamber it was fine." He thought to himself.

Meanwhile the probes that had been sent out by the Trandosian had found only a few odd items of worth. The two droids that had been sent to the hangars had split up to cover each hangar quicker. One found a starship, which didn't look like it belonged on board, in fact it was [member="Kyra Sol"]'s ship. The probe began to investigate the strange ship.
The two probes, that had been hunting for the lifeforms, were now close to the area their sensors showed their targets to be at. Both stayed where they were while the Trandosian sent new orders, to eliminate the two beings if they do not surrender.
The Trandosian during this time had prepared a small slave cage he had collected during his scavenging trips. The thing was ancient and he was currently replacing many of the broken or worn parts.

 

[Lief]

The man really didn't look too good. Reaching to the back of her trousers she tried to check if she had any bacta-shots left. There was a small ampule and as she brought it around she realised it was of the wrong stuff. After-shock. Hm. Well he wasn't concussed so that wouldn't do. Maybe something to drink?

"Here, drink this" she said, offering a skin of water to him. "We need to get out of here, okay? You need a medic." And Kyra was no such thing. "We're on an old Star destroyer from the looks of it, come on.." She tried to pull him up from the ground. Screw scavenging. She might have done a few bad things in her life, such as smuggling, but that did not mean she would let someone die on her watch.

[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh thankfully accepted the refreshing water. He could feel its gentle caress on his hardened and sore throat. It felt strange the water relieving the pain in his throat. He hadn't realized the pain until he thought of it. He coughed twice or maybe it was thrice, he couldn't tell. Some water spilled onto the cold floor beneath; the drops rolled away out of view, or at least his view.

[member="Kyra Sol"] would find Rafeesh to be quite heavy, but not impossible to lift especially when he also helped. Rafeesh tried to help where he could to get up, once he was on his feet he could stand pretty well. Though his legs practically screamed in agony from the effort, he tried to take a step. He held his balance pretty well. He began to recognize what she had said; he replied, "Star Destroyer.... I was one a planet. Why am I here? Did Darth Vindiv send you?" He would likely sound odd to Kyra as if he were speaking gibberish about the Darth and what not. One could easily question his sanity.

Meanwhile, the probes had finally located the source of the life signal and one had just entered the room. The other stayed behind slightly in case there trouble. The trandosian prepared a hunting rifle in case he had to go capture these poor 'slaves' himself.
The one probe that had found Krya's ship had found the entry hatch and was knocking on it to see it someone would open it. Its little claws scratched against the surface of the door. The other probe was being called to the hangar with the ship. Both would try to force an entry it necessary.
The probe that had been in the barracks had run across some old blasters and a still working security turret which had destroyed it.

 

[Lief]

"Look, this ain't no planet nor is there one anywhere near, alright? We're in deep space, this ship -- whoever it belongs to -- is edging mighty close to a star. I sure as heck don't wanna be here for that, so c'mon. No one sent me" She whacked him on the back as his coughing rocked the ship and hauled him to his feet... She'd carried heavy things before, surely this should prove no worse?

Well he was heavy, underestimated by her just as the jetpack she'd won from Hannibal had been. Sigh, she wished she was back in that junk ya----

BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP

Checking down to her wrist her commlink began to flash, going wild as Screw tried to religiously gain her attention. Hey, Screw, what the feth man? I need medical aid and some assistance getting this man back to the sh-- No, calm down... Damnit Screw, what's going on?

Cursing she shook her head and stared down at the man. "Can you walk?" she asked, figuring that the cold of the cryochamber had hit him hard. She pulled her jacket from about her body and threw it over his damp robes. "If we don't move now we have no way off this ship, and it's got a course towards that star, y'hear?"

With all her might she tried to get him to stand; she couldn't lose Screw or the Bucket. Do your best to keep them out, Screw... Or better yet start the engines and get it out of that hangar. I'll comm you when we're closer and ready for pick up.

Inside the ship the pilot droid began to start up the vessel. He watched with a leer from the transparisteel window as yet another of the silly probe droids entered the area. "As Mistress commands..." his mechanised voice rang out, as he began the start up sequence which would hopefully get the Bucket away from the probe droids and out of danger. "Oh, I do hope Mistress is okay!"

[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

"Yes I can walk." Rafeesh spoke, upset at this person. Surely he had only been asleep for a week or so, maybe a month. She was obviously lying. A Star Destroyer, he had never heard of such things. He couldn't have been moved to an experimental ship that quickly and then have it become wreckage. Maybe his master had prepared a test for him. That would fit his master's ideas. Now where would he find the truth? His master would make sure that everybody he knew would not appear and that those he did see would continue to make it sound as if he were where he was.

Rafeesh stood and took a few cautious steps. It was a little hard, but he felt that it would get easier. He could feel that he was recovering and that soon he would be in a good fighting shape. Then maybe he could get some real answers out of his 'rescuer'. He looked around, trying to see if his lightsaber and mask were nearby. He had always held them dear to him, even when all else around him had fallen apart. If he lost them then his anger would be incredible and then he might just unleash the power of the Force he wielded. But with that thought in his mind, he felt his connection to the Force was strained, he felt oddly disconnected and didn't have the same power he used to. It must have been the time in the chamber, maybe even so short a time as a month or so had just caused him to fall out of practice.

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Even as Rafeesh stood and took a few steps, the two probes entered the area. Their owner's voice came out over a speaker attached to each probe. "Don't move! You are both my prisoners. Do not try anything!" The Trandosian was watching what would happen, he didn't expect the two people to obey the command. People rarely did. He was ready to give the command to fire if needed, but for now he was just watching and waiting. Two of the other probes had been destroyed. One by a turret and the other by a ship leaving the hangar. The other probe was being sent to reinforce the two with the beings. Once the life-forms had been subdued, he could have the whole ship to himself. But he would need those two being to be captured, then maybe he could find the rarer items and the more expensive finds.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

As Screw backed up the Bucket he engaged the tracking systems on the turbolasers and immediately opened fire. Having targeted the silly little probes, his focus returned to piloting the vessel as one of the droids was utterly obliterated. "Simply marvelous" he chirped, quite forgetting the dire situation he was in. "Mistress would be proud!"

But back aboard the Star Destroyer Kyra was not having quite as much luck as her pilot droid. While the previously cryogenically frozen man was able to walk without her support their journey back to the Bucket was once again hindered. This time by probe droids and a voice which retained a slight hiss of an undertone. A reptilian, perhaps? Or maybe just someone with a really bad lisp. Kyra didn't really care.

"Alright, let's not do anything crazy here" she said, addressing whoever had spoken over the comms, "He needs medical attention, and mister - whoever you are - the longer you wait to let us off this ship the closer it comes to being utterly fried. You see that star on your radar? It's expanding rapidly and drawing the ship in. It will burn up this entire ship and everything - and everyone - on it, and soon."

Kyra was long past caring about the potential loot the place had to offer. She just wanted off this hell-boat alive with whoever this strange fellow was. And she wasn't about to let some silly droids and their faceless Master throw a wrench in her plans. "So if you're here to salvage then you might wanna put your efforts into that, is all I'm saying." Oh kriff, let that be why he was here. Things were never just simple.

She really despised space sometimes.

[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

What was this? Rafeesh thought to himself. Surely his master was becoming overly complicated in her attempts at trickery. This was very much a convoluted story, where had she come up with such ideas? Could she have not come up with a better idea? Like a Republic attack, Jedi capture? Where had they put his helmet and lightsaber? The thoughts were beginning to anger him more. He tired of this game, he wanted answers, but he couldn't ask these actors. Perhaps if he proved that he knew this was all a trick his master would come to him.

His thought process was halted by a massive rattling of the ship, apparently [member="Kyra Sol"]'s droid had sent shockwaves through the already damaged infrastructure of the vessel. It lifespan had gone from a few months of years to a couple of hours at best. Rafeesh fell to the floor, the shaking throwing his balance off. He tried to stay standing but he hit the floor harder for it. He noted with a small amount of pleasure that he felt something akin to a lightsaber roll onto his back. He turned a little and saw his helmet on the floor a little further away.

He put one hand awkwardly on his lightsaber before looking back at the droids.

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The trandosian, not a very learned person, realized that what the prisoner had said was true. The Star Destroyer no longer had the momentum to escape the star's gravity field, the computer told him. That meant his time on the ship would be limited, which meant he would have to search for anything of value quickly. There was the possibility that there was nothing more of value, in which case the two people in front of him were his best chance at making a profit. Yet there could still be things of infinite value on that ship. He couldn't be certain of one way or the other.

As with many scavengers similar to him, he was looking for a single load which would make him rich for the rest of his life. The possibility of other more valuable items being out there was too great a temptation for him to miss out. He activated his droids and and sent them on an search. He swore to himself when he realized that he only had two droids now. This expedition simply had to pay off now, he had lost too many of his probes that he could replace. He said one last thing over the probes before each turned and left, "You lucky this time. Go, now, I see you again you are my prisoners."

 

[Lief]

Silence. Kyra guessed he was trying to deduce whether or not she was lying, but honestly the Salvager had no time for this. She had a man needing medical attention, and there was nothing going to stop her from getting him seen to. Especially not two silly little Probe Droids. "Screw, bring the ship in and prep the med-bay" she said into the comms, her eyes never once leaving the droids.

Thankfully there was no need for firepower.

The droids decided that they ought to leave, no doubt the fool on the other side of their controls had realised the error of his ways, and so with a firm nod she hauled-ass out of there. "C'mon, let's get you to a doctor" she said. There would not be one aboard her ship, although there was a medical droid who could tend to the basics. She knew he would require an actual doctor, however, he seemed too delirious. Who knew how long he had been cryogenically frozen for.

So she moved through the rickety hull of the ship, her heart sinking as she watched all the precious materials she was about to forsake, and hurried to the hangar bay. As commanded, Screw had returned the Bucket and so now all she had to do was get the guy up the ramp and to safety.

The real question was ... Would he go willingly?

[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh was glad for the help, if only because he knew that he would not have been able to get off the ground himself. He still couldn't recognize his surroundings, but he did see the stars for a moment through an old viewport, fortunately it still had the glass in relatively good condition. He wondered if they were really in space. If so, why was this necessary? He asked himself again why his master would do this. Was she playing a psychological study or trick on him? Was she trying to break him? What could be the purpose of this? It was maddening to see no reason.

As they moved, him mostly relying on this stranger's help to move, through the ship he looked down and saw that he still held his lightsaber and his helmet each in a hand. It was a good thing, he did not know it at the time but those were the last things he would have from his time. At last they reached a new ship, it was a transport he guessed. He wondered for a moment if he should go aboard. Was it a trap? This was all new to him so could he be sure? He had heard something about a medbay, he probably needed it.

He nodded to his rescuer and worked to get himself inside, he wasn't going to make a fuss yet. He allowed her to lead him, however his grip on the lightsaber was definite and he would not drop it, he had to be safe.

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

Glad to see that he was willing to come with her, as she didn't want his death on her conscience, she helped him up the ramp of the ship. "Alright, Screw, go" she called out across the hallway, and as she led him to the mini-medical bay she felt the slight rock of the ship as it was thrust into hyperspace.

Inside the medi-bay a droid buzzed around, practically chirping as the pair entered. "Run a diagnosis" she ordered, gesturing for [member="Rafeesh"] to sit on the gurney. "Report back with any findings, tend to what you can." She turned her gaze to the man, who was now a guest upon the Bucket, and smiled. "Don't you worry, you'll be just fine. I'm going to go and grab you something to drink. Are you hungry?"

What a stupid question, he'd been in stasis for a very long time. Of course he would be hungry. The only question was, what did you feed an out-of-touch person from the past?

[You're welcome to write the diagnosis from the medi-droid]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh was feeling lightheaded again, perhaps dehydration? He couldn't tell, he had never asked his master the effects of the Cryogenic chamber. This was supposed to have been only a week long test, maybe a month at most. Until now they had only been using a couple hours and at most two days. He had never noticed effects, but he could guess.

He nodded as he replied tiredly, "Yes, if you have some food I would be most appreciative." He felt like he had hit a brick wall, his body was worn and he didn't feel the need to move as the medical droid continued scanning him and making notes. He didn't even feel the prick of needles as the droid took blood samples and administered vaccines. He just sat there, an almost empty look in his eyes. He was thinking, thinking more than focusing on what was going on around him. He was still trying to decide if this were all real, or perhaps some part of his imagination had grown while he was still in the chamber.

The droid noted that his current patient was behind in a large number of vaccines, his body seemed to have missed the vast majority of the plagues, viruses, etc. that had affected the galaxy over the past couple thousand years or so. He put that on the report before injecting him with some boosters and a number of vaccines. It would probably have taken the better part of a day to get the majority of the vaccines put in him, so instead he gave Rafeesh the most current and possibly dangerous diseases. He also noted that there was severe cell degeneration due to an extended period of time in a frozen environment. He put a note onto his report that the patient would require bed rest, a well balanced nutritious diet, and after that a few weeks of rehabilitation. It gave this report to [member="Kyra Sol"] ten minutes after Rafeesh had been brought in.

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh felt worn out, as if all that rushing was catching up with him faster than he could run from it. The fatigue was enough that he was half drowsy when he stood and tried to move about. Between the sense of tiredness and his unfamiliarity with his surroundings he almost banged into a wall. He caught himself however and moved about, the room, trying to find the door, trying to find someone else. He failed at both, the droid walked out and now he was alone.

He made his way to a wall and slumped down, giving into the sleep that was calling him. He would have wished for a dreamless slumber, but instead he had a dream filled rest. It was horrible, he couldn't remember any details of his past it was all blurred. Faces popped out but he could not place them. It was perhaps the worst nightmare he could have had, it was like reliving his entire life without knowing it was his own. The horrors were made tenfold while the victories and joyful were muted by bouts of agony and sorrow.

He awoke hearing the echo of screams in his ears, nothing more than a ghost of his dreams. He was sweating and he felt overly warm. He tried to stand but felt as if his legs were nothing. He pulled himself across the floor to his lightsaber and helmet, both almost forgotten in the events that had transpired. He was still tired and only made half a meter before feeling too winded to continue, he turned and laid across the floor, looking to the ceiling and trying to remember what it was that had given him such dreams. He lay there, on the verge of sleep, while the medical droid returned to [member="Kyra Sol"] with its medical diagnosis.

 

[Lief]

Food came and went, the medical droid provided its diagnosis - there was Carbonite Poisoning from a poorly sealed chamber, which was to be expected given the state of disrepair the ship had been in, and the fact that his was the only intact carbonite chamber left onboard. With this diagnosis in hand, Kyra made her way toward the medical bay and was surprised to find the man lay slumped across the floor.

"E chu ta! ... Screw!" Calling out for her transport droid, who was significantly stronger than the medical, wondering how this had not already been seen to, the pair hauled [member="Rafeesh"] from the ground and carried him toward the bed. Wiping her brow once he was settled, she allowed the medical droid to hook him up to the IV lines and begin to get the poisoning under control. Suspended stasis was such a pesky thing!

"You'll be alright, you just need to rest. We'll fix you up, and take you wherever it is you want to go. For now though, please... Stay rested. I'll bring you something else to eat, you'll be on a high fluid regime for the next few days. I'll bring you some holo-mags, and set you up with the holonet in here in the meantime."

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh did not know much of the dangers of stasis. Being put in had been his first true experience with it. Now he was affected by an imperfect attempt and had a decent chance of simply dying. Fortunately for him, [member="Kyra Sol"] was here and had proven to care enough to try and help. Her medical droid increased his chances of survival considerably. The question would have then been whether or not he would live through the diseases that his body had no defense against. Again, the medical droid was working through that. Unless some complication occurred, or a deeper problem revealed itself, he was very likely to live and integrate into the new galaxy, physically that was. The mental side would be more difficult to assess.

The medical droid was not outfitted to make any judgement about the patient's mental state, at least so far as he was not medically insane or mental conditions caused by infections of some sort. That was why it did not make any notifications about Rafeesh's mental state. As far as it was concerned he was alright. In his mind however, he was anything but. The Zabraak was trying to grasp what was happening. He still did not completely comprehend that he was no longer anywhere near his own time. Planets had been destroyed and rebuilt while he slept and he was none the wiser.

What he did know, at least he thought he did, was that this woman had helped him. There had been a danger, it all seemed so fuzzy right now, and she had saved him. He tried not to delude himself, he was in no state to have fought off any enemy. He spoke quietly after the woman had, "Thank you." He looked forward to getting hold of the HoloNet, he did not realize it yet, but it had been quite sometime since he had last looked through it.