Drifters and Bureaucracy

[Rev]

Drifting in Space, Corsin System
Greater Plooriod Sector, Expansion Region

Silence never really meant much to Zekk Coron; but nearly three weeks running on reserves had the young spacer on edge. The last sound was the clank of the ships hull as it was met with a small chunk of space debris. The sound, the reverberations through the ship was enough to send his heart racing. Taking in a deep breath of the weakly oxygen filled air his eyes went from wall to a small console tucked into a pocket of the ship. Zekk felt a heavy weight over him as he stood to his feet; in response his lungs taking a deep breath before his feet began carrying him to the console's seat. Plopping down the rough leather huffed out air and crinkled against his backside as he leaned in closer to the monitor. Taking a moment to lift his forearm to the console's edge he stared at his wrist attachment his right hand lazily, but back with determination began typing away. In seconds the whole ship lit up with the chime of the main engine, his body jumping at the sound. With that, his timer started: 4:00.

Hitting the power switch on the terminal the screen came to life and the camera atop it blinked on, showcasing his own face in the lower corner. The sight was something that stunned him in place. Brushing his finger tips over his skin he could feel the clamminess of his malnourished skin. Some might argue he looked like a skeleton wearing skin; he was almost depleted. Shaking his head he could feel a dizziness rush over himself that again paused him in his tracks if for only a second; no one any less precious than the last.

"Move you fool."

Smacking in a few commands the list came up as he had hoped. The name he wanted at the top: "Diva Tumi." His eyes shifted over the information as his mind contemplated risking his only message on someone he hadn't spoken to in... well months. Gulping down his doubt his hand hit the command as the red dot on screen appeared indicating a recording. His eyes stared like a womprat caught in speeder lights, while his hands padded away at a jacket that looked too big for him. Giving up he relaxed into the seat with some amount of strain, his eyes never leaving contact with the lens.

"107 days."

He let the words sink in, the sound of his voice settling over himself as it came across as heavy as the 'weight' he carried earlier.

"I-I ...don't know why I'm sending you this. I have a bad feeling."

His eyes went from a focus to a blank gaze. His mind lost in thought or illusion, anyone who saw the video wouldn't tell the difference that was for certain. Shaking his head he wanted to get back on point.

"..you'll laugh. I've been drifting out here for 107 days. Got caught in some cross fire between a Republic fleet and... well that's not important."

His eyes glanced over at the timer: 2:01.

"I keep having th-..."

The ship let out a loud chirp which caused Zekk to flinch with surprise. His eyes looking to yet another panel on the console the radar wasn't lying. He was drifting directly at Station Gamma-27; supply and refuel. Despite the "news" his expression didn't change, it truly didn't change anything. Hovering his hand over the distance he nodded and looked back to the camera.

"I am in the Corsin system. My ships out of supplies, maybe two days of limited oxygen left."

His heart beat like a Cantina drummer, never going off beat but never quite slowing down either. As his mind wrapped around what to say next he was again cut off, this time by the low oxygen alarm which screamed outward in caution. Leaning close to the camera and receiver he gave what he felt would be his final words to what he thought to be his only friend.

"...I hope to see you gain some da-..!"

The video would cut as the transmitter attempted to send the videolog outward. The only way of reaching Diva was by her ships true transponder code. Assuming she had the same ship it would no doubt be in her logs; he hoped. Limping his way to the front of the ship he sat himself in the much comfier pilot's chair. Wiggling into a spot which he had long secured within the ship's grasp he took control of the ships minimal systems and began readying the ship for a "jump" in the space stations direction. With any luck their tractor beams would be able to pull him in once he was close enough.

OOC:
@Diva Tumi @Geeva

 

[Rev]

The ship jolted with an excitement of its own as it thrust forward with what Zekk determined was "everything" it had. As the acceleration washed over him his body relaxed into the padded cushion whilst a trembling hand began another attempt at finding a cigarra. Reaching to his ear the hand rolled spice met his finger tips and he couldn't stop himself from pressing the paper to his lips and soaking in the stale flavor. One would think in an oxygen deprived cabin, filling it with smoke or anything he couldn't breath would be the last thing on his mind; but it was in truth one of the few things pushing him onward.

"...don't be Czerka... Please don't be Czerka."

He muttered the comment almost entirely under his breath as the navigational chart was constantly updating the distance, the number rapidly decreasing until a voice came over the intercom. He'd bask in the sound of another person's voice for a long moment as the cigarra came to a light thanks to his wrist attachment. A short drag grew large and he held in the rankweed for as long as possible; a cough escaping his chest along with a cloud of the common spice.

"-I repeat Sibling's Resurgence this is Gamma-27 please broadcast on channel 783. This is Chief O'mara."

Adjusting his broadcaster to the designated station his hand hovered over the comlink before finally pushing it in with a click. Holding his breath for a moment the engine again began to putter as the ship's drive died at long last. The sounds of the auxiliary power rushing on would fill the ship with a myriad of noises before finally quieting down. Giving one last glace to his right T4 was powered down but docked into the ship; he'd nearly forgot about the tin can.

"Gamma-27 this is Sibling's Resurgence... Ship is currently critical, no fuel... low oxygen reserves.. running on generators."

The feedback on the com was almost unbearable as static rushed back from where he was sending to. Part of the spacer thought that perhaps the antenna was damaged and transmitting was almost useless until the voice returned to him.

"Affirmative, Resurgence. You'll lose controls to the ship shortly."

At the close of his words the ship jolted as if a magnet locked the frame in place and he could almost feel the craft redirecting. Taking another long hit off the cigarra he smiled for the first time in what had to be days. It actually seemed like things may work out, well at least until he got station-side and they expected something for their assistance. The realization had him searching his person once again, maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to talk his way out of it; but judging on his social skills over the last three months he didn't give himself much of a chance.

 

[Geeva]

The condensation from the glass of booze in her hand was making her hand cold and soggy but Onara didn't care. She needed it to make her hands stop shaking after her meeting with the on Borgo Prime. A deep sigh escaped her lips after the booze made it's way in and she put her drink down, burying her face in her hands. After a few deep breaths there was a shudder in the ship the didn't feel normal. 'Ma'am, there seems to be an issue with the ship. We are going to need to make an emergency landing to see what is wrong and fix it.' The captain of the ship said threw the coms of the ship. Onara groaned before replying. "Thank you for notifying me Captain, to what ever you need to."

The ship fell out of light speed near the closest space station the captain could find and made it way towards it. This had to be the worst couple of days Onara had ever had in her entire life. First her sister was kidnapped by a Sith of all people, then she had to meet the sleaze ball in person, and now her ship was breaking before she could even make it to her office in Chandrila and setting in. There were multiple words of varying offensiveness that Onara just wanted to yell right now, but that wouldn't solve anything so she just gritted her teeth and endured.

They quickly received permission to land and she left the ship with her pilot as he investigated what was wrong. What seemed like forever later the captain approached her to explain the a piece of the ship was indeed broken and they would need to find a replacement for said piece before they could be on their way. Unfortunately there was not one to be found on this specific space station so they had to wait for one to be delivered so they were stuck here for at least a day or two. Onara stuck her face in her hands once again and groaned out loud as the captain left and went back to take care of his ship. Onara needed a miracle, but knowing her luck the 'miracle' would probably make something else in her life go wrong so the only coarse of action for now was to stand their and looks appropriately upset and miserable.

 

[Diva]

**Whiiiiiiiiiiiiirrr Tick tick buzzz beep?**

Yes you ugly little toaster, it's him...

Diva's durasteel fingernails rapped nervously against the console. What an ass. For weeks, months, she had been hunting for him. Zekk kriffin' Coron, the only man in the galaxy the number 1 bounty hunter couldn't find. Why? Because he had literally been floating around in the middle of nowhere. She played the message a second time. Gods of mercy, he looked truly aweful, already dead. Diva sighed and shut it off halfway through, immediately rummaging for a cigerra in her breast pocket. The following silience was apparently too much for her shipwright, and the scrappy little droid began to whine in protest, confusing it's master's pause for inaction.

What bag-face!? I'm just.... thinking. Of course we're going....

**Bweeeep tick tick?**

No. Just set a course for the Ccorsin system, and shut your speakers before I unplug them agian. GO!

A hint of protest began, before the droid thought better of it, and siliently jacked into the navigation terminal. It knew it's master's moods well, and knew when she needed her solitude. She was a messy ball of sentience that demanded a great deal of care, and the little CADDY unit was more than willing to oblige, especially if it meant helping him.

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An few hours later, the Matador dropped out of hyperspace near one of the only relay's in the nearly vacant system. The helm was now host to an overflowing ashtray, some ration wrappers and 3 empty cans of Chandrillan malt, with a fourth half full in the makeshift cupholder Diva and Zekk had built together, high as a dove on blended spice. The memory was a little bitter as Diva looked at the local readings. There was only one thing of interest here: Gamma 27, or, as the Guild knew it,"the last stop". Trails had a bad habbit of going dark when they hit this particular corner of space. Great. Why did she get the feeling she knew just where to look?

Hailing Gamma-27, Gamm-27 this is the Matador, are you recieving?

The pause before a response was suspicious to say the least.

This is Gamma 27. Vessel please repeat ID, is this THE Matador? Confirm?

Did I stutter?

This was not a comforting sign. Diva had been encountering this more and more as of late, and it never meant things were about to get easier. Recognition for who she was had it's advantages, but that tone did not belie the baking of a welcome cake.

What is the intention of your visit Matador?

Drop the BS Gamma 27, I'm looking for a floater.. tag "sibling's resurgance"...

Another telling pause.

Appologies Matador, we have no records for a vessel with that name.


Bagface whirred in protest. They were lying. The area scan connected with Sibbling's dying emergency beacon. He was there. Diva smashed a can on her desk.

Clearance to dock for recharge and supply...

Uuuuh.... under what-

You know my credentials you little shit, that wasn't a request.

The longest pause yet. A different voice responded.

Matador cleared for hanger 9. Gamma 27 is at your disposal; welcome Ms. Diva.

Diva screeched at the comm once the channel was closed. Kriff them. Kriff Zekk for getting into this mess. Of course this is where she would find him...just, of course. She suited up. Forgoing her cloak and cowl, and the full helmet, she wore her armor with the half visor only, and her carbine and short vibrosword on full display clipped onto her back. This had the effect of looking less dramatic, yet cutting a cleaner and more intimidating figure. If they knew she was coming, she was gonna let her wild purple hair fly.

The response was ludicrous as she left the hangar. An pathetic effort had been made to make the unprecidented amount of security present look normal. She was appologized to under the auspice that a Republic Senator was on board. If that was true, Diva may have two people to save from this black hole of a station.

It took her a minute, but eventually she managed to shake the poorly trained detail pretending not to follow her, and activated the hud on her visor. Meanwhile, bagface was using programing given by Zekk himself to establish a link hack into the station, and transmit to Diva. He would be proud of her, she had become a half decent splicer over the last few months. casually flicking the datapad on her belt until a ship registry appeared. Well she'll be damned, there was a republic ship docked, and staying "indefinitely" according to their records. Huh. aaand there was the Resurgance. She took a hard left toward emergency bay 2.

Don't worry you spice sucking space weasel, Diva's coming...


@Rev @Geeva

 

[Rev]

Resurgence landed in Docking Bay 2, Hanger 4 with a rather loud thumb; the magnets finally deactivating and letting go. The jolt was just enough to pop Zekk up from a faint blackout he managed to fall into, his head 'spinning.' Feeling the warmth of the rankweed getting close to his knuckles he quickly brought the spice to his lips and took a long, quick, and final pull from the small cigarra before its warmth too kissed his lips and he was forced to let it fall into his lap and smacked aside. He somehow managed to muster the strength to pull himself from the seat and towards the exit ramp's direction, but not before smacking the button to open the bay.

"...I hope I don't owe anyone here."

He muttered the words to himself before letting out a chuckle. Taking one step shy of the ramp the effects of the spice finally began to hit him. That spinning sensation quickly became a blur and his next step found ramp, late. Zekk's knee buckled beneath air and his body followed suit as his vision went dark a final thud would echo through the almost empty hanger as T4 came following behind with a group of curious beeps.

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6 Hours Later
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Zekk stood outside of the Bacta tank looking into its empty confines. Giving it a good look over he could tell it had recently been drained. The sterile environment left nothing to imagine except wondering what things did that he'd never saw before. The room smelt clean and that was the only applicable detail; aside from the bacta tank. The hiss of a pressure door would draw the young man's attention as a doctor walked in along with a lab assistant who began to set up some various vials and beakers before beginning some sort of test.

"...Captain Coron, is it?"

The words sounded distant, like an echo within a large chamber. If he didn't focus his complete attention on the words they began to blend into one another and nothing could be distinguished. Using the time to one would normally take to answer his eyes shot to viewing panes on the outside of the room. As he did so he watched as a trio passed from left to right, but something about them seemed familiar... too familiar. Zekk brought his gaze back to the waiting doctor and gave a simple nod. It was then that the entire room began to shuffle, a short and sudden quake erupting within the room.

"What the hell?!"

The assistant exclaimed with suspicion as a group of vials dropped to the table and one unlucky beaker managed to fall completely from the surface and smash against the floor.

"Dammit!"

Zekk's eyes traced over the young assistant as she bent down to pick up the glass shards, but before her fingertips could touch glass an alarm began to cry out. Even through the alarm everything seemed as if it were a room away, this wasn't how he remembered bacta side-effects from his last unfortunate visit. It was then he touched his skin which had no stickiness to it, no traces of the slimy goo left in his hair. As a matter of fact, it was as if he'd never stepped within the chamber. Turning to face the doctor once again he was instead met with strange amber eyes looking back into his own.

"Doc-..."

His mouth opened but no sound seemed to come out, it too was like an echo within a long hall. Then he was hit with something that sent his entire body into a painful jolt. Screaming outward it was like yelling into his own ear; painful to only himself, as well as futile. Before he knew what was happening a second jolt rocked his body and it all started to make sense...

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Zekk's eyes shot open as his body jolted to life. His body was still contorted due to the shock waves that coursed not only through himself, but the entire tank. At the moment his back was arched along with the rest of his ligaments as each curled to their anatomical limit. The electric therapy would come to a close and Zekk would find himself floating weightlessly within the very Bacta tank he had just somehow seen. The spacer looked around the room no less confused than he had been moments before, his hands reaching for the tube which ran down his throat as he screamed for freedom. What little strength he had, Zekk began mustering as he began tugging on the life tube. At the first pull the alarm on the containment pod began to alarm and at the second jerk the container began draining itself. Within a few minutes Zekk Coron would be out of the tank and begin searching for answers. He didn't survive months in space just to roll over and wait now... Plus something didn't feel right about any of this.

 

[Rev]

"He's up!? Already?!!"

The medical lead stood from her desk in surprise and doing so sent a myriad of papers into the air. The frustration from the act could be seen on her face as soon as they took off from their holding places, but she didn't have time to assess the damage she caused and instead darted towards the door. The echoing clack of her heels pressing against durasteel was nearly haunting, but it was a sound she and everyone within the medical wing had grown accustom to. Turning out of her office at long last she bumped into a purple Theelin which sent them both stumbling a couple of steps backwards. Giving a quick up and down over the mercenary the doctor let out a sound that was unnatural to either of them before shouting out at the woman in frustration.

"..WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!"

Pushing passed Diva Tumi the doctor gave a quick glance back at the stranger before continuing her walk to Medical Bay 2. Each step seemed to mimic the last, but the impending sound of her feet for whatever reason seemed to get louder as the proximity to the bay got closer. Her nimble frame would stop outside of a large bay door and she'd hold her badge up to the screen and announce her name.

"Yusivi, Karen."

"Analyzing. Processing information."

The woman slouched some in her stance and crossed her arms as she impatiently waited for the door to open. This was the part of her job she hated the most. Giving a quick glance behind her again she shook her head as she thought about her reaction to the alien woman and cursed at herself under her breath. As the realization of her action sat in the door hissed open and she quickly scurried through it.

"Authentication accepted, welcome Doctor Yusivi."

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Zekk never felt more out of place than he did now. He managed to get himself out of the bacta tank, but found himself nude within the medical bay the only thing to hide himself from an onlooker being a small cloth that had been set on a surgical tray to separate the metal from touching one another. His hands searched the room for anything that was his, which involved his hands working over some locked containers that seemed the type to hold personal items. Unfortunately, he was having very little luck with the task.

"...Excuse me?"

A woman's voice filled the room with a sharpness unlike any voice the young spacer had ever heard before. Letting the moment sink in for a second his initial thought was that whomever spoke was very serious. Even in that short period he was able to analyze the tone and come to the realization that she wanted answers; answers she probably wouldn't truthfully receive. Turning to face the labcoat wearing woman Zekk's green eyes narrowed and he took in for the first time the face of the doctor. She was older than him, glasses, darker hair pulled into a ponytail, and stood relaxed. However, even Zekk could tell the stance was a ploy, she was 'waiting.'

"Where's my stuff?"

The woman reached out a remote and hit a button on it, the result was the container Zekk was only seconds before working on unwinding open and revealing all of the goods that had been on his person. A few minutes would pass and he'd be clothed in still what seemed like an oversized wardrobe. Walking out of the changing area his eyes blinked a few times at the change of light and he moved towards the main entrance Yusivi had come in through. He was ready to leave already, but looking at the door in front of him he had a feeling that wasn't going to be as easy as he had hoped..

@Diva Tumi @Geeva

 

[Geeva]

Saying Onara was frustrated would have been a slight understatement, but she had to find a solution to the problem and get to the senate as soon as possible so she could do her job. The obvious solution was to find someone and hire them to take her to Changrila and that was what she was going to do. She spun and made her way towards the hanger bay door the lead further into the space station, her guards scurrying behind her to keep up. Unfortunately for Onara the space station seems to be one of those that wasn't very popular to stop at, but that was fine, she was sure she could find someone and she was willing to pay for the transportation.

The Togrutan woman rounded a corner just in time to see what looked like a docter all but ram into someone who seemed rather well armed and then storm off. That didn't seem like the smartest decision and Onara thought she should try to defuse the situation a bit, and maybe the armed women would turn out to be her ticket out of this hunk of junk space station. Onara wandered up to the women who was bumped into and tilted her head slightly.

"Are you alright ma'am? That was rather rude of that person, I hope they had a good excuse for being ramming into you and just storming off like that." Onara said with a frown, not wanting to just straight up ask for a lift at the start of the conversation. Her guards caught up then and looks suspiciously at the armed woman, there hands moving to rest near their weapons. Onara glanced at them and rolled her eyes. "Oh calm down people, just because someone is armed doesn't mean they are going to do something crazy, this Woman looks like a perfectly reasonable person to me..." she turned to Diva with a smile and small raise of her eyebrow. "Right?"

@Diva Tumi @Rev

 

[Diva]

"Whatch where you're going!"

Diva was not a large woman, but compared to the snappy little physician, she was a monster. Taller by a full head before her hair was considered, and dressed like she was expecting a rancor to appear at any moment, the effect of the two women colliding was cartoonish. She could do nothing but stare at the woman with a single stoic eyebrow raised. What on earth could've given that spaniel of a doctor, such audacity? She seemed to be heading, or trying to, in Diva's direction toward's the ship's second wing, and a sneaky little impulse twitched to life. Diva slid a single Q-34 bug from her bracer into her left palm. Unable to resist, she puffed out her chest a little and leaned into it as the woman attempted to shoulder her way by.

Boo!

Diva whispered softly into the woman's ear as she passed. Asside from prompting the desired womp-rat in headlights look from the harried doctor, it also surved as a sufficient distraction as Diva pinched the corners of her survelience chip and dropped it into the good doctor's pocket. Hanging back, she fiddled absently with the datapad on her belt, and activated the devices microphone and tracker, bringing up both in her visor and earpeice. As she listened to the anxious "clack clack" of heels begin to filter through her com, she felt a pang of longing for her friend. Kriffin, Diva was resolved to see the look on Zekk's face when he saw her with all these new toys, and some otherworldly itch was telling her gut she was on the right track...


"Are you alright ma'am? That was rather rude of that person, I hope they had a good excuse for being ramming into you and just storming off like that."

"Yusivi, Karen."

WHA...?

Just as something important drifted through her earpiece, someone pulled her attention. Typical. Diva could only grunt as she strained to hear the security proticol that Dr. Karen was processing.....damnit. Too late. She spun on the Togrutan with full clip of attitude, and immediately shot off her mouth.

DAMNIT, YOU FANCY ASS TENDRIL HEA.........waaaiiit.

Diva flipped her visor out of her face to get a better look at the woman, and almost instantely she could taste the shit covered foot in her mouth. What was that she had ignored about a republic ship being onboard? That was Onara Va, esteemed senator from Togruta, and one of the few moderate politicians the BHG knew. That is to say, Senator Onara and her bodygaurds. While awkwardly groaning through the clenched teeth of an akward grin, she stretched her arms out wide in a futile attempt to seem less threatening. It occured to her the Senator might not recognize her after describing Diva as "reasonable" but rather than press that point, she drove forward in a desperate attempt to wiggle out of this whole new interuption..

Soooooo, my Mauve sister, lookin' good by the way, what can I do for you?

Then the stakes took a hard bend upward. First, a handful of the Gamma 27 security detail reared their thick skulls once more, which meant shakeing them again gut bumped up on her list. At least that concern didn't seem immediate until she heard a familiar voice in her ear, one she had been waiting months to hear...

"Where's my stuff?"

Diva's face visibly lit up, and her eyes went wide. Found him.

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The door was sealed.

And just like everything else in the room, it was designed to stay that way. Dr. Yusivi motioned calmly to a single durasteel chair that looked about as inviting as sticking your bare ass out an airlock.

Perhaps you should have a seat Mr. Coron.

Karen sat herself opposit him at the desk, and set her papers down, presing them into a neat pile. There was a long silience as she watched, as though expecting him to do some clever trick. Then finally,

OH!... Don't worry, I have your little...wrist toys...in my desk. Safe and sound.

She reached into a drawer as if to retrieve them, but instead produced a pale metal ashtray, with 4 hopelessly stale white cigerra's resting in the center. She then placed a small lighter next to it. She maintained the type of even tone that was a dead giveway she was anything but.

I understand this might make you more comfortable? You are going to want to be comfortable Mr. Coron...

Karen reviewed something in her notes in such a precurssory way it seemed like she might be faking.

.... you have been through a lot. We want to make sure you recover.





@Rev @Geeva

 

[Rev]

Zekk huffed in a deep breath of the filtered air and snapped a glance in the woman's motion just in time to see her invitation. With a few long strides he found himself standing next to the table and he merely stared down at the uncomfortable looking chair. His right hand came to its metallic frame and traced over its shape before hitting an edge, his hand pulling away. Everything still felt like a dream.

"Perhaps you should have a seat Mr. Coron."

Plopping down into the chair the legs of it screeched out as the chair slid back a few inches beneath him. At the mention of his wrist attachment the look Karen would receive would be that of dislike with a lingering sense of greed behind it. That anger rushing over him subsided as quickly as it came at the sight of the rankweed cigarras that had his name all over them. They were unique to him in how they were rolled, they appeared loose at first sight, but taking one in the hand one immediately knew the pack within was tighter than most. These however were aged far past his normal expiration date as he'd been milking them for as long as possible within the confines of the Resurgence. Taking one and placing it between his lips the other hand took hold of the lighter and sparked it as if he were a professional.

His eyes continued to stare forward at Yusivi throughout the entire exchange. Holding in a deep breath of the first inhale his legs swung around the table from his slouched position and plopped down on tabletop with a thud. The deep sound sent vibrations through the table and even sent a gust of wind across its top. Karen this time however was quick enough to catch the two papers which tried to escape her neat pile before they got too far. Pulling the cigarra away from his mouth he flicked the ash on the floor, ignoring the ashtray on the table.

"What exactly can I do for you... Miss?"

That final word, her title, would hold the air longer than any word he'd spoke.. It almost dragged out as he awaited to see whom exactly he was talking to. Her face was oddly familiar, but in truth he had no idea who she was. Looking around the station he also couldn't find the name for it since waking. Bringing the cigarra back to his mouth and taking a second puff he'd exhale a fat ring of smoke from his mouth. The circle closed in on the good doctor's face with each passing second; it homing in at the 'target' on her nose.

"..I'm sure we both have more important things to do then... whatever it is we're doing."

He'd shoot the woman a final smile hoping to loosen her up a bit; but something told him it wouldn't be that easy.

@Diva Tumi @Geeva

 

[Geeva]

The outburst wasn't completely unexpected with the woman almost getting ran over and all and Onara just blinked a bit at the outburst and couldn't help but find the backtracking a bit entertaining. She gave the women a somewhat knowing smile and tilted her head slightly at the compliment. She opened her mouth to say something when the Gamma 27 guards showed up and started to quickly make there way towards them. Onara's brow raised as she looked back at Diva.

"Into some trouble are you?" She said with a small tsk. "I have a proposition then. If you aren't in trouble for anything illegal, and you are willing to give me a lift to Chandrila since my own ship has broken down, I will throw some senatorial weight around and get them to leave you alone until you finish your business here. What do you say my mauve sister?" She gave a smile to the other women and held out her hand.

"Also on condition that you dont blow up or kill or do anything else that would cause unwanted attention to my supporting you like in a negative way. Deal?" Onara's guards and specifically her ships captain didn't seem to happy with this offer to the heavily armed women and they glared at her, Onara herself keeping the pleasant and probably slightly to innocent smile plastered on her face. "Who knows maybe I will have more work for you in the future as well, and I will still of coarse provide compensation for providing a ride to me."

@Diva Tumi @Rev

 

[Diva]

Dr.... I am your Doctor, Mr. Coron. You may address me as such.

Karen was more than a little reluctant to offer a name. There was no sense in her bothering with bedside manner, their relationship would be a very... clinical one, and the less they spoke the better. His mirth was equally innefective. She moved on.

Your body has survived a great deal of strain, Mr. Coron, thanks largely to us...

She pressed up her glasses, before continuing.


Now, we are ecersizing our right to a degree of you current health. We would like to test it's limits, and investigate further means of improvement.

A lengthy pause was given to allow this information to sink in.

You will be staying here for some time.

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Oh dear. She really didn't know who Diva was.


Admittedly, this left a very dark bruise on Diva's ego; one that may have been worse was Diva not also stunned by the altruistic naivete of this Galactic Senator. They were well outside Republic Space, and noone new they were there. Furthermore, and the woman's ignorance here was not her fault, but it was rare occasion that Diva Tumi and Zekk Coron crossed paths without explosions and a well desrved casualty or two. Long purple fingers plied at the knotty violet tangle on her head...what could she possibly tell this woman? Looking over her shoulder at the no longer casual security detail watching them both from the end of the hall, Diva could certianly see the advantage to having the Senator's bodygaurds run interference. Besides, Onara had used the magic word, "compensation."

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Ugh... You don't actually know who....?

Nevermind. Yyyeah, so a ride is good, I can do that....but lets just play the rest by ear, mmmkay? We aint seen trouble yet.


The defference from before was gone entirely from her voice, and the clip with which she spoke was more reminiscent of ranking officer. She had been hearing the chilling conversation between Zekk and the Doctor, and patience had evaporated completely. If the Senator wanted out so bad, she would follow.

Things are going on you don't get. Now tell your boys to hold them back, and you come with me, alone.

Diva didn't wait for a response, and instead headed off after Dr. Karen Yusavi. Immedeately the station sec moved to tail her, leaving Onara in the middle to choose which basket she wanted to put her eggs in.


@Rev @Geeva

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"Doctor?"

A chill shot up Zekk's spine, but somehow he kept his composure as the woman's title ran through is mind. He held the cigarra just centimeters from his lips and stared sharply across at the would-be doctor. Anyone would guess he was keeping a tunnel vision on the woman, but his peripherals were hard at work scanning the room. Even as they hunted for an escape.. a way out... anything, he couldn't help but look down at his empty wrist and take a long hit off the cigarra in reaction. The young pilot's hand would ball into a fist before the blue smoke exhaled from his lungs in a cloud of narcotic smoke.

"Where's the rest of my things, Doctor?"

The word doctor carried the sharpness that his eyes constantly held. Each of his hips were empty a blaster and without a doubt he knew he was missing more than the wrist attachment. With a flick of the wrist the remnants of his cigarra flew out of his fingertips, nestling against the floor a few feet from them. It was out of his peripherals he caught a glimpse of movement through a view-port. It was a young man, a technician.. or a nurse of some sort pushing a cart.

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Medical Technician Arriq Neb was running behind schedule, and his pace was showing it. Even as he walked past the cafeteria he could feel stares from complete strangers, each of them holding a long look before whispering to their neighbors. Running a hand across his brow he felt the beads of sweat pool into his hand which in turn was quickly wiped onto his labcoat. Taking a glance at his watch he shook his head, 2 minutes late.. She'd have his head.

Taking hold of the oversized cart he quickly checked the top over for everything that he was told to bring. Glancing below at a chest that he'd never seen on one before closed and sealed with a maglock he brushed it aside and began pushing the cart with the same amount of haste. It wasn't until he was almost there and could see the view-port window approaching down the hall that he slowed his pace before finally stopping. Huffing in a deep breath he looked down each direction of the hall and again wiped his soaked forhead. It wasn't until the sound of strangers approaching that his feet went back to the panicked pace it only took a few seconds and he was at the medical bay he was requested to and with a hiss the door opened. In front of him was two people, Dr. Yusivi and Patient 0119 it was Neb's job to get the patient's blood.