Public When the Cards All Fold (Kaeshana/Invite)

[HK-36]

@[member="Coryth Elaris"] @[member="Hevana Martin"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

"You still could use more improvement."
The droid responded as he offered his hand out to Coryth to help her strut along and speak with him, holding the door for her,
"Perhaps once you recover we should look into more strict training regiment?"
He quipped, teasing her, he calculated that at the time the last thing the girl would want would be more of his training, especially even stricter one. If he recalled correctly their first training session involved him slashing at her at high speed and using a metal pole like a javelin, and his second was just a reference to Naked Cory Jelly Time and bunch of arm wrestling.

If Hevana or Siobhan or Dragonsflame or anyone wanted to sneak up on them or anything like that, droid's sensors running at full speed should take care of that, this conversation was something that he wanted to make sure would be just between him and Cory when he tells her, after that she would be able to do with the information anything she could.
"It is just few trinkets, I will give it to you and others once we are on the ship, I will have more toys coming with the Wanderer."
The droid would offer to take her hands then when she said she would never see him again,
"I made you a promise to teach you and help you find Sarge, Coryth, I would have not backed up on those promises. I did not decided to help you because of the political factions but because of ties of friendship. Factions will come and go but friends are not so easily defeated."
He nodded
"And speaking of my promise to find Sarge, I have fulfilled that. I found him, Coryth, he is alive but in hiding, I am sure he has kept an eye on you. Now you can never say that the Iron Knight does not fulfill his promises."
He nodded once more, giving her a slight bow
"Although I wanted to tell you sooner, I could not have find you though, and then I was called away into Unknown parts of this Galaxy."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="HK-36"], @[member="Coryth Elaris"], @[member="Hevana Martin"]

"Careful, HK. Coryth tore down a beam from a ceiling once. She's a lot more dangerous than she looks when she puts her mind to it," Siobhan could not stop herself from quipping when the droid suggested to the redhead that once she was better they should impose a stricter training regiment.

Between the two of them she and Coryth had torn a training room apart after all. Probably more than that one room. As for sneaking after them, Siobhan was not that good at stealth anyway, she tended to prefer more direct means of problem solving. Eyes followed HK and Coryth as they moved out of the room, though she made no attempt to eavesdrop or follow them. This left her alone in the room with Hevana, her friend and former subordinate.

"He's alright, Hevana, honestly. If he wasn't I wouldn't let him come along and help. You know Coryth's important to me as well," she said softly. "So...how you been? I haven't seen you in a while," she continued on a bit awkwardly, trying and probably failing at an attempt to make small talk.

 

[Coryth Elaris]

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Hevana Martin"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] (For those flying/meeting spacer, go ahead and do as you please, don't have wait for me on anything)

With a beaming smile, even after starting an IV on herself. Coryth burst out laughing with Sio's comment. "Oh, how true that is! That was a good day my dear friend." She said squeezing the woman's shoulder on her way out the door.

Coryth nodded with that same bright smile, "You are right though, there is always room for improvement. One never can know everything after all and I, still far too rusty with so many years without saber practice." Without a doubt the little redhead could use some lessons with a blade, and further advance her skills. Far from the best, frak, even jut barely average with her saber on a good day. On a day where she was prepared and at the top of her game, well rested and so on.

Looking up to the droid she gave a small, but truly happy chuckle, "As my trouble as I seem to get into, I think more training could not harm me in the least, well... There was that bit of a scrape last time, but not even a scar there now." One would think that with the amount scars she carried, a new one or two would hardly be noticed, but she did. Just couldn't be helped as a healer she constantly watched over how her body healed and recovered from injury. It was just a fascination she had with how the cells worked to reform damaged tissues. Not only that, but it helped her to understand the body better and learn to heal it with greater ease and more efficiency each time.

"Still, I appreciate it Iron. Every little bit helps," She said with a sigh, worried clearly of what lay ahead for them, and finally she decided to voice those fears even if they seemed illogical. "I fear the place isn't the wreck that I hope so much to find it in. And I believe we are walking right into the embrace of the seven hells." Her brow furrowed as he brought up the promise he'd made to her from what seemed like ages ago. As hes spoke she seemed frozen, her eyes widening as he mentioned that Sarge had survived.

For a long while, nothing was said.... She couldn't speak at all, leaning against the wall, grasping at it for support. Utterly in shock, her mouth slightly open as she tried to take in the news. The pendent beneath her clothes, she pulled out to clutch tightly in her hand tears just beginnng to well up. Memories of her healing were a bit fuzzy but the pendant, she remembered with clarity. Just as she remember being told no one of that name was to be found there. Cory had barely seemed to breathe since he'd spoken those words. Finally a shake of her head and she seemed to snap from the state she was in, "He was there... at the temple." Her words so soft and barely above a whisper, still in a daze. "Left this for me..." She said as she opened her hand, and with it the locket.

Within it were two photos, one of a much younger Coryth, no older than four, and a woman who looked so strikingly simliar to Coryth, only just older. They so much alike that one would almost think the faded photograph was of Coryth's twin. "My mother ..." She said, now coming out of it as she herself looked down to the locket. "I met my father only months before he passed, and this.. This small trinket is one of the very few things I have from him, to keep him close to my heart, as he kept my mother and I." Her eyes showing the deeply painful loss, for she'd only gotten to know him, love him and lost him so quickly.

Taking a moment more, she sighed again before stepping forward and hugging the droid. As odd an action as it was, it felt right to her. "You've brought peace to my heart and for that I thank you, so much. With that peace, you've given me one more reason to push through the pain, to push through all of this so that I may see my friend one more time. That well, I need more than anything else right now."

Now, she had a question for him. "He must have left fast during my treatment. Wasn't like they let me move too much and I wasn't in my right mind at the time." He lips twisted into a frown, "I was more worried about staying... Alive." A shake of her head, just confirmation at least to her how close she came to death.

Her expression softened as she focused back upon the good news, "Do you think you could help me find him after all this is over?" She hoped, for the HK before her had far more resources and connections than she did. "I need to see him once more. That is .. if he wishes to still see me. If not, I understand."

She started to turn back to the room with her dear friends and the other Master she'd only just started to come to know. "And do not worry, Iron, my friend. If anyone knows about trips to Unknown space and being stuck there, it's me. Remember I spent a decade out there, granted not of my own will, but I understand. I'm only glad you are here now."

Then the redhead moved back about to open the door, "We should join the others. Hevana will get restless on me if I stay away for too long. She worries, fears more than she should since she wasn't with me when the worst happened." With that she opened the door and stepped back inside.

Reaching up she wiped away the slight hints of tears at the corners of her eyes. Despite that show of what seemed like sadness, relieve and happiness radiated throughout the room and onto the others around her. The Jedi's natural empathy, unchecked letting the others have a full look into the completerange of her emotions, and at this point, she couldn't hide a thing from any of them if she wanted to.
Moving to the bed she reached up, hooking the IV back to the wall and took a seat slowly laying down as she looked to Josh in the chair near her bedside. "Just good news that I needed." She said to all of them around her. Her head was still throbbing, aching but she wanted to avoid the pain medications if she could as they tended to dull her connection with the force.

"Back to where we were, I ask for you not to pity me. Life gave me a hell of a challenge to work through, and the Universe would not have done so if it did not believe I could learn something from it as well as survive it." Giving a small shrug she seemed content actually, even in her pain, and on the edge of what could be her end. "Certainly the journey has not been easy, and it seemed that my path grew worse, harder whenever I was in the Jedi order. Made me a target, especially with my weaknesses in combat early on. Easily captured and so on. Mistakes were made on my end, no doubt. I, a knight's first padawan and he was only four years older than I was when I was found, so I didn't pick up with skills as quickly as I probably should have. Not to fault him, it everyone starts somewhere, just for he and I, a slow start."

A chuckle came as she looked directly to the Jedi Master, "When he rescued me," Her smile quite sheepish, "I'd never heard of the Jedi beyond stories that spacers told, and they seemed the thing of myth and legend. I'd never seen one, and to be honest I though they were nothing but a myth,surely not real. But I was only a child in those days as my mother raced us from ship to ship to avoid bounty hunters, trying to bring she and I back to our master as we were escaped slaves." She sighed softly as she reached to her bag, and started to fish through it looking for medicines, withdrawing four tiny tube like vials and laid them upon the bed beside her, nearly to the point she couldn't handle the pain on her own anymore. "I came into the order at fourteen, having been on my own for seven years at that point." Realizing she was rambling, she stopped herself, gave a pause before she shortened things down. "Long story, and it was something I never knew until a hunter caught up with me when I was interning at the Coruscant Medical Center, in the surgical ward."

A sigh came as she took a syringe and drew up two of the vials, a mix of two medicines to prevent her from throwing up, from the other set of meds that she was still stalling on giving herself. "Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous." But it wasn't just that, she wanted her story told too, maybe so someone would at least remember her should she not make it through all of this.'

(@[member="Circe Savan"] , Will be posting a second post later today, with cubis.)

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh smiled a bit and just listened, though added at the end: "I more pity you because I can't stand syringes then anything else" with a small laugh. Ah, there was the humor again.

When she was escorted out by HK, he shot a nod to the droid and the rest of Coryth's companions. The crowd made him a bit restless, but he would deal, at least for Coryth's sake.

He smiled when she returned, and gave a nod. "It's no trouble" the Grandmaster simply said. "If it makes you happy, that's all that matters to me" he added. He let her speak again, get out what she wanted to. He didn't interrupt her, merely waited for a pause before speaking himself.

"Back to where we were, I ask for you not to pity me. Life gave me a hell of a challenge to work through, and the Universe would not have done so if it did not believe I could learn something from it as well as survive it." she had said. He chuckled and nodded. "The Universe, the Force, whatever you prefer to call it, my dear... They work in the strangest of ways" the Grandmaster said with a smirk on his face. "I doubt it would put these trials on you if it did not believe you were strong enough to overcome it. And look at you now. Even now, you still remain strong in the face of everything that this galaxy has thrown at you. And soon, if we're lucky, you may get a chance to end this pain once and for all"

"Certainly the journey has not been easy, and it seemed that my path grew worse, harder whenever I was in the Jedi order. Made me a target, especially with my weaknesses in combat early on. Easily captured and so on. Mistakes were made on my end, no doubt. I, a knight's first padawan and he was only four years older than I was when I was found, so I didn't pick up with skills as quickly as I probably should have. Not to fault him, it everyone starts somewhere, just for he and I, a slow start." she had said. In response, he simply smiled and said "Everyone makes mistakes. Your responsibility though is to learn from them, because that makes you who you are"

He let her finish then, and chuckled. "It's fine, Coryth" he assured. "If it makes you feel better, that's all that matters. Myself, I've... Been here since I was 5, if I haven't said that already" he said. "My father was a Jedi, my mother was a Jedi. They would both be framed for something they didn't do by a Master on the Council, who in the end was a Sith Lord" he admitted, biting his lip. "They were expelled, got married, and... Had myself and my brother. Floated between planets when my father's desperation to financially support us led to him garnering gambling debts, which led to bounty hunters being sent after us. This also got the attention of a couple of Sith, which only made things worse. In the end, we got our speeder shot down on Coruscant, and it exploded not too far from the Jedi Temple" he said, moving his hair from his face. Coryth would notice that when he spoke of things that might stress him out, his fingers seemed to instinctively move to strings of his long blonde hair, which he would then make a fist and squeeze and pull at a bit, as if it were a method of keeping his composure.

"Nobody survived, save my brother and myself" he said. That wasn't... Entirely true. His father was alive, though that was something he didn't tell many people. Generally, he kept it between himself and Aleidis Ijet. Ah, for her faults, that woman was a lifesaver... The whole reason he knew that he was alive and had found out not too long ago, was because of her.

"My brother, who was an infant at the time, went flying and barely survived as he skidded across the ground. Ironically, he would be found by some of the bounty hunters that had planned to shoot us down, but the Sith had beaten them to it. They took him, and apparently raised him. I wasn't as lucky, sadly, as I was trapped under the rubble and wasn't found until a Jedi came by and sensed me through it. I was comatose, but not dead. They nursed me back to health and when they realized I was force sensitive, they brought me into the Order, they trained me" he said, smiling faintly. "I haven't left since. I've been in the Order for 16 years, going from youngling, to Padawan, to Knight, to Master, and recently enough, to Grandmaster" he said, chuckling. "Actually, the Grandmaster thing came not too long after we met, when I showed up to make sure that plant mcgee didn't... Yknow, kidnap you to do unspeakables and turn you into a plant" he said, laughing a bit. "That was why we showed up, she's been around Coruscant and done so a few times. Former Jedi or not, we'd have been right there to make sure she didn't take anymore victims"

"But back to the story... Sorry if I'm rambling and wasting your time, Coryth..." he paused, taking a breath. He didn't know why he was telling the story, he just... Felt inclined to trust her with it. Hearing her pour out her own story had triggered something in him. He trusted her. He liked her, she seemed like a good sort who had been through a lot of pain.

"Remember when I mentioned a Sith Lord? Yeah... He became my first Master. For 5 years, he was my mentor, and nothing seemed to go wrong until his teachings started to change. They became more of a darker nature.. Drifting more from the path that the Jedi had set me on. Unfortunately for him, I think he thought I was trustworthy enough to teach more obvious Sith tricks too quickly, and figured I wouldn't use them around the Jedi. Problem was, he neglected to TELL me they were forbidden, so during a duel I ended up using it. Sent the whole bloody Order into an uproar because the 10 year old Padawan boy near killed another student with the dark side. I uh... Never really lived it down, admittedly. I still have nightmares to this day over it. I will never forgive myself for that, my fault or not. But they ended up, after investigating me, tracing it back to my Master, who then would be investigated and... Wallah. Sith Lord. Hiding his presence and in disguise for all these years. He got away, obviously. I don't know if they ever got him. But in the end, that set me on a path of light that I don't regret. I avoid the dark side like the plague because early on I felt it's power, and the things it can do to other people and... I want nothing to do with it"

"But... Since then, I've been loyal to the Order. I've taken down rancors, I've turned Sith back to the light, I've served on the Council at the age of 20 as a Knight Represenative. I've been in wars, as much as I dislike them, and I've become a battle honed Jedi at a young age. I've, admittedly, even almost been a father... Which I'll admit... Has always been a dream of mine. Trying to balance this life as a Jedi while being a family man, a husband and a father... It's a dream. One that some people frown upon, but it's just what I've always wished for"

Ah, Saoirse. The former Sith Knight, who left the Empire not too long after meeting DragonsFlame.

"When you met me last, I was.... Admittedly in a lot of pain" he said, giving a sigh. "I don't know if I should go on" he said with a laugh. "I've started rambling myself, I apologize for that, Coryth"

@[member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Coryth Elaris"]

And with that, it seemed everything seemed to be going well so far. Verz left the crew deck after Coryth was settled in. He didn't want to crowd out the people who knew her better. He headed to the bridge, to talk with Ordo, if he was there. Hopefully he would find Arla along the way, because he had no idea where she had gone on the ship.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Arla had been hanging around the cargo hold trying to make sure they had what they needed not wanting any merchant to think they could short them, or over charge them. She was also thinking about something else on Tattoine, and wondered if there would be time.

She hoped no one was worried about her right now, she just didn't want to be underfoot with all the company they now had.

@[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Coryth Elaris"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Hevana Martin"]

HK nodded to Coryth as she admitted she could use more training,
"Well, if your health permits, we could catch you up a bit before we arrive at our destination, but be warned, miss Elaris, I will not go easy on you."
He said back when they were still alone in the corridor,
"But it was just recently that I began to understand that true power does not come from wielding a saber in splendid fashion, rather it comes from knowing how to keep it sheathed until there is no other choice and even then wielding it as if it was a shield to protect others, not a weapon of destruction against those who have wronged you. Remember miss, the old tenants that I follow still, a Jedi does not kill unarmed opponents and prisoners, a Jedi does not seek revenge, a Jedi does not cling to the past."

When Cory hugged him he wrapped his metal arms softly around her, reaching to gently pet her,
"I know pain of losing my friends and family all too well, and I know what motivation it can be."
He would lean back slightly to look at her better when she asked him to summon Sarge,
"I believe that he will come to you by himself when you truly need him, but I will try to make him reveal himself as best as I can, I promise you that much, Cory."
He nodded, this could potentially bring up some hijinks! Like staging a fake kidnapping of Cory, HK dressing up like a classic Sith villain, etc.

He nodded to her as she started to lead him back to the room with the rest of their company.
"Well what are true friends for if not to worry about you?"
He quipped as they rejoined them.

And currently,
HK just took a spot by Cory's bed, folding his arms slightly at his waist as he listened to the stories of Cory and Josh on how they joined Order, staying silent, keeping his thoughts on the Order to himself so far and just nodding from time to time. Once they were both done he quipped,
"True you organics tend to ramble frequently, just one of your many inferiority I suppose."
He slightly tilted his head looking between the two,
"And the tale of me joining the Order has long since been lost in the pages of time among many other tales the Jedi preferred to forget. I used to serve in the Mandalorian Wars as guard to the Mandalore, afterwards the Order captured me and reprogrammed to serve as a lightsaber training droid. I have thought their initiates and Padawans for centuries then, wielding the saber as a teacher and sentinel when their temples were attacked. As my knowledge grew they began to ask me for my opinion on matters, I was often brought before the Council as their representative to Mandalorians or when they needed a different perspective."
The droid would slightly turn his head to look around the room slightly, there wasn't really anything he could stare at longingly, like a view port or sunset or something.
"In the end I have been marked as a traitor and liability when I helped an exiled knight escape and delivered his children alive to this world. This led to a duel in which I have defeated and executed the Sith Emperor at his time, although his rule was very brief, taking on his mantle and ordering his forces to disarm. When I returned to the Order, forsaking the mantle of the Emperor, I was only trying to cause chaos among the Sith forces, adding more havoc to the vacuum of power that resulted from his execution, I was met with a squad of knights whose goal was to have me deactivated."
He would look to Joshua then,
"The Order of the Old Republic, just and honorable as they claimed to be, could not come to peace with a fact that a training droid was able to win a duel with the Sith Emperor when they could not slain him in a battle. Me and my brethren escaped, traces of my stay with the Order were erased from the archives, and I have not served the Jedi Order ever since."

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

Verz, tired of wandering aimlessly, decided to head to the cargo hold. He followed the well lit hallway to its end and stepped into the turbolift, hitting the descend button. After a second, the lift shuddered and lowered itself to the hold. He stepped out and walked among the storage containers full of food, ammo, and medical gear. The hold was fuller than it had been for a while, as more people were onboard and they needed to eat. Verz walked around some more, helmet off. He didn't notice Arla in the hold.

 

[Arla Ordo]

@[member="Verz Horak"]

Arla stopped was that the lift, was that...she leaned footsteps? She began to slowly walk between cartons, looking around corners who had come down, who was in here with her? She held her breath, not wanting to make a sound? Why, she was on the Nomad, she was safe here, wasn't she?

She didn't know all this new company, was....disarming. She growled low not realizing that she was doing it, as she began to stalk the one who entered. She could see a head, then it disappeared, she moved tiptoed down the aisle, who was it.

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

Verz continued to walk through the hold, seemingly unaware of the person following him. In fact, he could hear some footsteps and he even had heard a growling noise. However, he showed no indication that he heard it until he spun around, looking for whoever was following him. He didn't see anyone yet, but he slowly pulled his dagger, a serrated 7 inch hunting knife. Only a fool would carry a loaded gun in such a light starship.

 

[Arla Ordo]

@[member="Verz Horak"]

Arla moved silently, only armed with the datapad to go over the cargo, she stopped. listened. The steps were headed back, coming towards her getting louder, she couldn't see who it was yet but they had to be up to no good they were sneaking around the cargo hold.

Holding the datapad by the ends ready to swing she stood against one of the cartons, ready to strike only a few steps more, she screamed, jumped out in front of the person, ready to swing her datapad

 

[Coryth Elaris]

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Hevana Martin"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

She looked to HK, and shook her head slowly, "As much energy as I must expend into Art of the Small, I'm afraid it leaves me weaker and more vulnerable, as I'm holding back the venom now. I worry about pressing myself and expending more energies, and more things into the force for it may be my doom. I'm just completely uncertain. So many unknowns."

A nod followed, "That is the life I have lived by," Slowly she unclipped her saber and reached out to show him an inscription, I shall do no harm, seek the weak, feeble, ill and wounded. Above all else, help those who need it most. No matter the side. No matter the cost. "Those words I have bound my life to, and only ever drawn it in defense of the innocent when there was no other option. Being a Jedi is far more than wielding a saber and taking an oath. It is to defend the innocent regardless of price, to know when to make that hard choice, the one between life and death. I firmly believe true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one."

"It's been hard for me, it seems the time I make a friend and truly start to care, they perish or disappear." She said sadly.

"Maybe he will, maybe, but he has a way of hiding in the shadows that I've not quite mastered. I hide in illusion and light, something only a handful can do. If he doesn't want to be found, he won't." She gave a shrug, "Don't have many friends, and just can't bear the idea of another disappearing from my life." Coryth left it at that and lead him back within.

Once back with the others, she took her place, and looked to Josh, and only smiled at his comment. "You get used to them, to be honest. There is not always someone else around to start an IV or inject you with a drug, so.. had to learn it the hard way to do it myself. As long as I'm not too drained, using the force helps, otherwise I feel as though I need a third hand for these things, but I make do. Always have."

She bowed her head to him slightly, "Not so much happy as grateful. My life is on the line and complete strangers come running to the rescue, how could I not be ever so thankful, and even a bit happy about that. This is a Galaxy where mostly people don't given a kark about another, and will walk by a person bleeding to death on the street side, rather than stop to help."

He went on and she nodded, for the Universe worked in the most odd of ways. "Tends to place people right where they need to be at the right time." Her brightness faded a little as she thought back to the horrors that brought her here. "It seems like a lot. There are days it seems to push me to the very brink of what my mind and body can take, and sometimes just a little further. I just hope, that this will be the very end of the torture that has haunted me for so many years."

He went on to speak of his family, and how he came into the order. Her eyes keenly upon him, more than anything she sensed the stress beneath the surface, feelings he wasn't letting others see, "I'm sorry for your loss, truly." Coryth had always wondered what family was like as she barely remembered her mother, and her father she'd only known for a few months. Never knew of any siblings, not that the possibility wasn't there.

"I never much got along with the order, always felt my place was some where different. With the force pulling and guiding me away from the order, and of a light sided nature I always followed. Oh, and congrats on Grandmaster, as well as my condolences. But anyway ... I often got kicked out of council meetings when I was younger, for disagreements. Sending a healer to the most dark of places, wasn't exactly wise use of resources and nearly led to a fall to darkness." She shrugged, as the pain grew in her mind. "Suppose the Force had a different path in mind for me, and so far its worked well enough. Minus the few rough patches."

A voice pushing through, whispering to her in her weakened state, but the whisperings grew louder, more harsh and painful. Leaning forward, she placed both hands on her head, holding it tight, grimacing it pain. Two thin vials still lay on the bed, full of their medicine. The pain medicine, she'd been hoping to hold out on, but it didn't seem like it would be much longer until her hand was forced. Reaching out, she grabbed the first of the vials, and drew it out slowly into a syringe, soon to repeat the process with the second vial. Capping the syringe, she waited on the bed, debating it's use.

"And I am sorry for your brother, I understand far too well what the Sith do." She gave a motion to her scars, "Nothing but torture, and me bait. Not a fun time." Not something she wanted to discuss again as they were on the way to visit the site where it all happened. Swallowing hard, her eyes grew blank, indifferent suddenly, but she managed to chuckle a little, "And now we return to the hellish place that did this to me. To a place I had hoped to never see again in my life."

At the end, Coryth managed to return to normal, a smile back on her face, one that followed into her eyes. "Seems we both have that problem, rambling. But it's fine. I like learning of others, their lives and hardships. It tells a lot of the soul of the being, what they've survived and been through, and still pressed on at the end of it." She sighed somewhat contently, feeling more comfortable with those around her, as if they kept her safe from what evils awaited them all. "So, do not be sorry. It's fine to talk about the past, and the pains it brings, for it's the only way to get through it."

"I wouldn't say inferiority so much as nerves." She laughed just a little bit. Once more she learned of another's story of joining with the order, and HK's break from it. A rough tale no doubt. "Only wish your story had turned out differently, but then I suppose we'd not have met my friend." She said quietly, her voice softer with each word. Pain now something she could no longer hide from the rest in the room. Both hands reached to clutch her head as she leaned forward trying hard to soothe herself.

The syringe lay just beside her, within easy reach. She just had to be convinced enough to use it, but to use it meant sleep, and that she'd have little option on.

"Anyone know the progress on our departure?" She asked, voice full of pain.

Coryth finally leaned against the wall, the whisperings growing louder, becoming harder to hear anyone else in the room. Finally she grabbed the syringe quickly, uncapped it and with care pushed it into an IV port near her wrist. The medicine stung, as she clutched at her hand, soon to cradle the arm as the pain spread through her body but soon enough the soothing sensation flowed through her body and she visibly relaxed. Her eyes opened and closed slowly as she leaned against the wall, quite tired but not wanting to sleep, not yet.

(@[member="Circe Savan"] I know I said same day on posting with the cube but I'll do so tomorrow when I get home, just been too ill to post.)

 

[Onrai]

(It's alright, I'm in no hurry whatsoever. Don't worry!)

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Coryth Elaris"] @[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]


Ordo sat in the cockpit with the pilot droids. He desperately wanted to switch the little buggers off and take the helm. Ship loke this in the hands of a man who knew how to use it. Oh baby, the possibilities!

Ordo sipped caff from a durasteel field mug and looked around to see if anyone would see him switch the things off.

"Psst. Hey tinnie." He said trying to mess with the droid just for the noise more than anything. "Are you gonna fly this beauty right or make love to the consol?"

"Why are you here master Ordo?" The droid responded. "The alcohol is in the galley."

"Hardie har." Ordo said, "who programmed you a 7 year scrap yard slave boy? I could fly this ship better drunk than you can with specialized programming."

"Master Ordo has overestimated his broken synapses." The droid responded, "perhaps you should go lay down before you exert your aging organic body."

"Ordo stood up you're right, you're right." He said moving behind the droid to leave, "hey whats that on your chasis?"

"Where?" *Click* "wh...."

The droid slumped to the side as Ordo switched it off and pushed it onto the deck. He quickly took the stick with very minor turbulence.

"Silly droid." He said as he sat in the pilot's seat.

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

Verz heard a yell and saw Arla jump out at him. He was surprised it was her. Surprise probably saved her sheb, because if it had been almost anyone else, Verz would have stabbed her in a second. But he managed to hold back his reflexes in time and he dropped the blade just in time to be knocked to the ground by Arla. He did, however, grab onto her armor so that she fell with him.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"You get used to them, to be honest. There is not always someone else around to start an IV or inject you with a drug, so.. had to learn it the hard way to do it myself. As long as I'm not too drained, using the force helps, otherwise I feel as though I need a third hand for these things, but I make do. Always have." she had said. He chuckled a bit. "I just highly dislike syringes" he explained with a small smile. "Can't imagine injecting myself all the time"

At "Not so much happy as grateful. My life is on the line and complete strangers come running to the rescue, how could I not be ever so thankful, and even a bit happy about that. This is a Galaxy where mostly people don't given a kark about another, and will walk by a person bleeding to death on the street side, rather than stop to help." he nodded slightly. She was right...

He sighed. "It's an odd and cruel galaxy, my friend" he whispered sadly. "But the ones that do stop and pick you up and dust you off... Well, when they show, it's just that much more special, isn't it?" he asked, trying to find a positive in the situation. "I was just happy to help, truly. And I'll always be there" he said, smiling faintly, looking into her eyes as he spoke.

He nodded along and listened as she spoke in the gaps between his story. He sighed. "The Sith are a cruel sort, Coryth... I don't know if Nick will ever be the same. Really... I... I... I just want my brother back" he admitted, biting his lip slightly. "One of the things I've always wanted was a family. He's the last remnants of family I really have anymore, and..."

He took a breath and moved the hair from his face. "The Sith took him away from me. Even if we do get him away from them... I'm scared, honestly. Scared that he's too far gone to come back"

Suddenly, Coryth's hands raced to her head. She started grimacing... Something was happening.... As her hands went down and she grabbed the syringe again after filling it... His breath hitched. "C-C-Coryth!" he managed to gasp out as his hand instinctively reached out and gently took her free hand. The look in his face, the look in his eyes showed that the calm, serious Grandmaster who seemed far beyond his years she had just been talking to was gone for that moment. His eyes were filled with panic, with worry.... Concern etched his face, his eyes shone with a worried compassion. He didn't know why he reached out like that. He was partly fearful that she would reach out and stab him for touching her. He squeezed her free hand gently, wanting to let go but at the same time not wanting to, wanting to comfort her, help her get through this pain... He couldn't imagine what she could be going through, but for some reason, he just felt inclined to help her... Support her in any way possible.

He listened as she calmed and just continued to tell his story, hoping nothing would happen, gently listening to her responses. Finally, she finished and HK began. He smiled faintly at HK's quips and his ironically witty version of his story. It brought him a little bit of calm...

"I apologize for the way my forebearers long before me treated you, HK" he said quietly, giving a sigh. "Let it be known that if you were to come to the Coruscant temple one day, you would be looked at as a friend and an ally, and I would be the first to shake your hand and welcome you as my brother in arms" he said.

Finally, Coryth made the decision to inject herself. Josh slowly released her free hand to allow her to do so, and once it was done, he remembered someone saying she didn't like to be touched. Ashamed, the young Grandmaster looked down.

"I... I'm sorry" he whispered. "I.. I know I shouldn't have done that. I just... I don't know, I... I couldn't stop myself" he admitted, near biting a hole in his lip, moving his seat away a bit in case she would suddenly lash out at him. "I guess I just... I don't know... I got worried. Concerned" he whispered. "If you wish, Coryth, I'll... I'll leave you to rest" he said, starting to get up, and nodding to HK, still with an apologetic expression.


@HK-36 @Coryth Elaris

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

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"You get used to them, to be honest. There is not always someone else around to start an IV or inject you with a drug, so.. had to learn it the hard way to do it myself. As long as I'm not too drained, using the force helps, otherwise I feel as though I need a third hand for these things, but I make do. Always have." she had said. He chuckled a bit. "I just highly dislike syringes" he explained with a small smile. "Can't imagine injecting myself all the time"

At "Not so much happy as grateful. My life is on the line and complete strangers come running to the rescue, how could I not be ever so thankful, and even a bit happy about that. This is a Galaxy where mostly people don't given a kark about another, and will walk by a person bleeding to death on the street side, rather than stop to help." he nodded slightly. She was right...

He sighed. "It's an odd and cruel galaxy, my friend" he whispered sadly. "But the ones that do stop and pick you up and dust you off... Well, when they show, it's just that much more special, isn't it?" he asked, trying to find a positive in the situation. "I was just happy to help, truly. And I'll always be there" he said, smiling faintly, looking into her eyes as he spoke.

He nodded along and listened as she spoke in the gaps between his story. He sighed. "The Sith are a cruel sort, Coryth... I don't know if Nick will ever be the same. Really... I... I... I just want my brother back" he admitted, biting his lip slightly. "One of the things I've always wanted was a family. He's the last remnants of family I really have anymore, and..."

He took a breath and moved the hair from his face. "The Sith took him away from me. Even if we do get him away from them... I'm scared, honestly. Scared that he's too far gone to come back"

Suddenly, Coryth's hands raced to her head. She started grimacing... Something was happening.... As her hands went down and she grabbed the syringe again after filling it... His breath hitched. "C-C-Coryth!" he managed to gasp out as his hand instinctively reached out and gently took her free hand. The look in his face, the look in his eyes showed that the calm, serious Grandmaster who seemed far beyond his years she had just been talking to was gone for that moment. His eyes were filled with panic, with worry.... Concerned etched his face, his eyes shone with a worried compassion. He didn't know why he reached out like that. He was partly fearful that she would reach out and stab him for touching her. He squeezed her free hand gently, wanting to let go but at the same time not wanting to, wanting to comfort her, help her get through this pain... He couldn't imagine what she could be going through, but for some reason, he just felt inclined to help her... Support her in any way possible.

He listened as she calmed and just continued to tell his story, hoping nothing would happen, gently listening to her responses. Finally, she finished and HK began. He smiled faintly at HK's quips and his ironically witty version of his story. It brought him a little bit of calm...

"I apologize for the way my forebearers long before me treated you, HK" he said quietly, giving a sigh. "Let it be known that if you were to come to the Coruscant temple one day, you would be looked at as a friend and an ally, and I would be the first to shake your hand and welcome you as my brother in arms" he said.

Finally, Coryth made the decision to inject herself. Josh slowly released her free hand to allow her to do so, and once it was done, he remembered someone saying she didn't like to be touched. Ashamed, the young Grandmaster looked down.

"I... I'm sorry" he whispered. "I.. I know I shouldn't have done that. I just... I don't know, I... I couldn't stop myself" he admitted, near biting a hole in his lip, moving his seat away a bit in case she would suddenly lash out at him. "I guess I just... I don't know... I got worried. Concerned" he whispered. "If you wish, Coryth, I'll... I'll leave you to rest" he said, starting to get up, and nodding to HK, still with an apologetic expression.


@HK-36 @Coryth Elaris

 

[Arla Ordo]

There was a bit of noise as they both fell onto the deck, "OHHH!!!" Arla yelled letting go of the data pad instinct made her want to put our her hands to keep them from hitting the deck too hard, but the armor would protect them them, as they fell in a heap in the middle of the aisle.

"Ver'ika, you had me thinking we might have pirates on board" She smiled at him, "Were you trying to sneak up on me?" She didn't want to laugh to much at this moment, but she could only imagine how they looked there on the floor.

@[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"]


Verz grunted as they hit the floor. He was mostly protected by his armor, but he had hit his head as well. He was only slightly dazed though. "Well, Arl'ika, I could say the same thing about you! I heard someone following me and I was ready to fight a stowaway." He smiled at her. He smiled up at her and said "You know, if you wanted to be alone with me, you could have just asked."

 

[Coryth Elaris]

@[member="Thalia Zambrano"]

"You have far too many problems, young one." The box spoke annoyed clearly as a darkening anger flooded the cabin. "Though not my problems."

A long pause, it's annoyance still showing through the cabin. "What I am, is beyond your comprehension made for one purpose." Perhaps arrogant, but a device from times well beyond counting had it's right to be. "And as for the Jedi, I've never contacted her before now. Before it was my time. My people saw a day, a need, and this was my role, to wait for her." To twist her, yes. But that was a fact it was not to revealed. She'd bow to it, or she'd be destroyed in the end. There was a greater purpose to this than what was going to be told to puppets that only played the role for the ancient box."I've watched and waited a long time. Waiting, and now, she needs me. To help her so she can help us."

"As for contacting her, I can only speak to her mind as I said in her dreams. Reach her when she is vulnerable and not watched unlike the rest of the time. Even in dreams, cryptic is all I can be. She is aware of me, and feels the pull, but I feel her body may fail before she understands the need to reach me."

"If you will not bring me to her, then you'll have to make arrangements. Seek her out and find her, a message. As at this vast distance there is only so much I can do to draw her in. However, she travels now to distant Tatooine. At least I believe that is what the world is called now."

"She must be convinced her only salvation lies in me."