Back Alley Blues

[Allu'rah Danan]

Zev groaned and gasped like a fish on land. Pain seared in his chest as he rolled onto his back. There, that made breathing a little easier, but not much. Rain poured down out of the black sky, pattering on his green skin and falling in his huge black eyes. The there was a flash of lightning, and a thunderclap so loud that it almost drowned out the throbbing music of the nightclub just behind him for a moment. How was he to know that the girl he had been tearing up the dance floor with was on a break with her boyfriend, who just so happened to be a bouncer at this club? He should have backed off, then and there, instead of attempting to defend her. The Nautolan had never been one for reason and good judgment. He was regretting it here now.

Even with the applied pressure, the blood flowed through his fingers unabated. Even laying down in the wet alley behind the night club, he was starting to feel woozy. The knife wound in his abdomen was the main cause, although the copious quantities of alcohol he had consumed prior to being stabbed and tossed out here was certainly not helping. He needed help, but no one cared on the Smugglers Moon. He had already fended off a bum from rifling through his pockets, but he was certain the scruffy Bothan was still in the alley, just waiting for him to pass out or... well, he didn't want to think about any other possibilities. Why had he ever left Zeltros for this hole? No one there would just leave him wounded in an alley. No one would have plunged a knife in his chest for dancing with their ex, either.

Zev attempted to sit up and pull himself out of the puddles, but he simply gave a strangled, agonized yelp. He panted as the pain partially receded. He would not call himself a coward, but for the first time ever, Zev feared for his life. It looked life he was going to die here, and no one would ever know. He'd be stripped of everything on his person before his body was even cold.

 

[Samara]

Recruiting, recruiting, recruiting, until the point of mispelling. That was all she did nowadays, that and of course take care of assignments and bounty lists with the fresher ones so she could pass judgement and earn some credits. To then waste them on nightclubs and entertaining vices, it was a dark circle, but provided a fair ammount of fun. One port, one smuggler, one pirate, another bounty hunter. Check. She was smoking this time, unhealthy habit. She told herself it was to blend in better, the truth was she just wanted to taste it, the rest was just a side advantage.

It wasn't as bad as she had expected, flavor and all. Her outfit was almost the same as usual: A large black jacket, gray pants, a white shirt with a token hanging from a necklace. Hands on the side pockets, and eyes hidden behind red shades. And another alley yet again, she couldn't help but wonder, what kind of assailant would it be this time.

Samara sighed as her inner monologue went on and on, to the point she was starting to bore herself, and almost tripped over the Nautolan in the floor. "Oh" She said with some disgust, mistaking him or another bum sleeping on a rotten alley. It was not until a closer look than she realised he was wounded in fact, and not just acting the part of piece of street forniture for the sake of being obnoxious. Still looking at him, she passed over her other leg and looked at him from the opposite side, crouching with a neutral expression on her pale face.

"You look like shit" stated, seeing if he was still conscious. The attitude itself, more than geniuine concern it looked like some sort of twisted curiosity, minimizing the gravity of being stabbed.

 

[Fusion]

Circe had returned to the scum hole that was Nar Shaddaa not as the lusty hybrid that had corrupted Jedi and smugglers alike, but as a Sith. She was here to rid some criminal scum of their artifacts. As she walked the street, people's attention immediately turned towards her. Her attractiveness and natural pheromones made her basically a beacon. But as she walked, she felt something familiar. It was a presence that, although it was weak, she recognized. A concerned look immediately hit her face as she began to run towards the weakened signature.

When she got there, she saw a sad sight. Zev, her "friend" from Zeltros, injured and possibly dying from his wounds. Gasping, she ran up to him, shocked and scared.

Zev! Zev! Are you alright?


Running to him, Circe kneeled down next to him and began to wipe the blood from his side. Her pheromones would help as a natural anestheticc helping him ignore the pain.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Zev lifted his head up slightly, noticing there was a figure looming over him all of a sudden. He couldn't see much, just a dark hood to block out the rain. "You... you don't say?" he replied coyly, attempting his best smile. He could only sustain it a moment before it faltered. He groaned again. "And are you here to put me out of my misery? I don't know whether you're an angel or a devil," he sighed. He couldn't even attempt to flirt with the girl. No witty banter. No charms or tricks. He just felt weak.

And then he heard a voice calling his name. He recognized that voice. But from where? And then the pheromones hit him, a unique blend more potent than anything he had ever felt from one person, except on one occasion. Then there she was, a picture of beauty. "I know... I know your face," he said with a small smile. After what she had done to his mind, forcing on imprint on it, he'd never forget her as long as he lived. And he'd never forget those pheromones. "C-Circe. What are you..." He coughed, and his head fell back into the puddle in the street. He looked between the two figures, knowing neither of them to be Jedi or Sith. "Please, it doesn't matter who... I-I need... I need help."

 

[Fusion]

Circe showed a look of true concern towards Zev as she brought a hand to the wound in his side. She gently touched it, the Nautolan likely feeling it as his wound was touched. Drawing on the Force like she did to help heal Asuka, the hybrid began to pour Force energy into his wounds, slowly but surely accelerating the healing process. Within a few minutes, the wounds would be shut, bleeding having stopped, though they would need several hours of constant treatment before they healed well enough for Zev to be back to normal.

It 's okay, Zev... I'm here to help you... Don't die on my watch! If you do, you'll never get to have fun with me ever again.

Circe's words were a mere whisper in Zev's ear as she continued trying to heal him.

 

[Samara]

And all of the sudden a woman came running, calling what Samara guessed would be the name of the Nautolan. And just like that started she to heal him deus ex machina style. Of course she couldn't help but be terribly shocked -on a scale- about how the events unfolded. Just like that? Well maybe they were together and he got stabbed? An eyebrow was rised as she started to piece everything together yet again. Nautolan wounded, bleeding in an alley, Falleen comes out of the streets suddenly calling his name and heals him using the force. Using the force.

What the hell was going on?

"And what exactly are you, miss?" She asked turning from "Zev" to her. Use the force to heal was no easy task that grew on trees or was taught at basic school, less so to find someone using it of good will, for free. Now that was something strange.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Zev gasped and grabbed Circe by the arm. His hand slipped, leaving a slick trail of his blood against her soft, green skin. The wound felt like it was burning as his veins stitched themselves back together and his nerves came alive again. His fingers strained to gain a tighter grip, but they were just too slick to establish a hold without slipping. He was oblivious to the conflict and tension beginning to brew between the two women looming over him. He could only feel the pain of the Force shoving his tissues back together. Circe was not a particularly practiced healer, it seemed, nor was she a gentle one. The ordeal left him weak and shaking, his chest heaving as he gulped in shuddering breaths. His fingers relaxed, his hand falling on top of hers. He gave her the best smile he could manage, unable to form words at the moment.

 

[Fusion]

Circe repositioned herself to where she was behind Zev, peering around to look at him as his head-tresses ran down her chest. She gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the cheek before turning to look at the other girl. Her demonic appearance did nothing to affect Circe... frankly it didn't bother her at all. The girl was simply a darksider, that was all she needed to know.

I am a Falleen-Zeltron hybrid, a darksider, and most importantly, a very good friend of Zev's. Why else would I come to save him from death?

Turning back to Zev, she continued to focus on healing his wounds to that he would be able to survive and not die. One hand she rested on the ever-sealing wound, while the other she ran through his head-tresses, looking deep into his black eyes from her own grey ones.

 

[Samara]

"Yeah, don't let my appearence decieve you, I'm a Wookie-Hutt hybrid myself. You know what they say: what happens on Zeltros stays on Zeltros." She shifted her empty gaze to the bleeding Nautolan for a moment. Why in the eleven hells did she said she was a darksider for? Intimidation? Did darksiders came rushing to aid others? Hmmm... Something was off right there. She looked for a lightsaber through the woman's clothes exploiting her senses.

"So if you're good friends with Zev, I guess he has told you about me, right?" Asked intrigued from her position, her left hand parted from her side pocket into one of the pant's, retrieving a small device from it. Medical attention appeared to be necessary for the Nautolan, despite the last moment heal with the force.

For now, she would ignore the blatant darksider declaration.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Zev sucked in a sharp breath as Circe pulled him up and against her, searing, stinging pain blooming from the wound as she moved him. He allowed his head to rest against her soft bosom, as it fell back heavily. More blood trickled down his chest. While she claimed to be a good friend of his, the truth of the matter was that they had met once at a party she was hosting, and their hook-up in the back rooms had been hot and passionate, but one of very many Zev had had. The thing that stuck out in his mind the most was the set of circumstances under which they had parted. But those details didn't matter right now. It was just nice to have someone there with him, working her tender ministries. It felt nice to have her fingers run through his tresses. They weren't nearly as sensitive as a Twi'lek's lekku, but it was soothing and comforting just the same. His bloody hand rested on top of Circe's only slightly less bloody one as she continued channeling the Force into the damaged tissue. While many would find the heavy downpour of rain even more disheartening, Zev found the pitter patter of water droplets onto his face and into his large black eyes to also be quite relaxing. It was almost like bringing a bit of the aquatic life into the terrestrial world. He liked that. It helped him feel more at home.

"I'm sorry," the Nautolan weakly apologized, shifting his head on Circe's shoulder so that he was looking at the other woman, whom he did not recognize. "I... I cannot place you... I-I cannot recall your name..." He was beginning to feel that the tension here was not simply concern for his health and well-being. Although typically quite insightful and on the ball, given his circumstances, it was a wonder he could think about anything aside from the sensations of his own body right now.

 

[Fusion]

Circe could only give an emotionless look at the other woman. She claimed that Zev would know her, but even he admitted he could neither place her nor recall her name. This raised some major suspicions about the woman, a red flag if you will. Circe finished repairing Zev's wounds before gently draping her bloodied arms over his shoulders in a loving manner. Though she did not know if she felt love for him, she did care about him greatly.

He doesn't seem to know you... But if he did, we were a bit too busy having a good time for him to say much. Am I right, Zev?

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

"Circe please," Zev replied, "this... this is not the time for that." His pain was abated now that the wound was sealed, but he was still in rough shape. His green skin had a dull, grayish hue to it, and his body temperature was lower than it should be. He attempted to sit up yet again, but the dizziness was overwhelming. It made him feel sick. He glanced from one woman to the other. He could practically feel the electric charge of the sparks flying between the two of them now.

"If you could... I need a hospital now. I can't get there alone. I... I have lost a... a considerable volume of blood." The entire front of his shirt and much of his coat were both stained darkly, and there was also a generous addition made to the puddle of water he was laying in. Circe's robes had doubtlessly absorbed a good deal of the bloodied water, and Zev's grasping hands had definitely made quite a mess of her. He made an attempt to squeeze the hybrid woman's hand, but there was no strength in his fingers. He desperately needed a blood transfusion, and he needed it soon.

 

[Fusion]

Circe nodded as she looked at Zev. Helping him up, she began to walk towards the nearest medical facility.

If I have to, Zev, I'll gladly give up a large amount of my blood for you to survive. If we're found to have the same type, that is.

 

[Samara]

"Having a good time?" She thought to herself. Was she the one to stab him or something? Samara rised an eyebrow at her. Once again, the stabbed Nautolan seemed to be the most logic person in the trio, despite the loss of blood. She doubted that if everything she'd said about the strange hybrid thing was true, that her blood would be compatible with anything, wasn't even sure if such a thing was possible but it's not like she was a doctor.

Why was it that every hybrid she ever met had awesome benefits instead of being deformed for the crime against nature? "Zev's right" said finally "I wouldn't advice walking" added and stood up as well, heading to the end of the alley and then started to walk in the opposite direction "See you later Zev" said her goodbyes while making a half assed military salute using only two fingers.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

Zev nodded his send-off to the strange woman as she left. "Farewell, dear lady."

No sooner was the Nautolan up than he wished to be laying back down again. He groaned and gripped tight to Circe, unable to support his own weight. His vision swam as he was gripped by extreme vertigo, threatening to pitch forward if not for his aide. However, he was still considerably taller and heavier than the hybrid, and he sank back to the street, shaking and panting.

"Your blood's no good, Circe" he said with a shake of his head, an action he regretted immediately. "I... I need something from... from my own species. Anything not... Nautolan will likely reject." He tilted his head back against the grimy wall. He wanted so much to simply lay down. "And the other one is right. I-I cannot walk to the nearest emergency room or clinic, Circe. We need transport."

 

[Fusion]

Circe paused and began to focus. With the Dark Side, she focused strongly, a large amount of blackish mist filling the area next to them as it began to solidify and form itself into something. A sort of speeder was formed from the darkness, one that Circe brought Zev over to and laid him down on the back seat. She herself sat down in the driver's seat and took off at full speed to the nearest hospital, a ride that only took a few minutes. A pair of paramedics hurried over to the two, helping take the Nautolan to an emergency room as Circe looked on. She would visit him once she knew he had been stabilized.