No reply came. Given the circumstances, that wasn't terribly odd. Bast was likely sleeping. But then... what was that noise? Tepid step after tepid step, Corran advanced out of the crew quarters section of the ship to the common area where his partner was supposed to be. Everything sounded so silent since the noises he heard initially. Maybe it was just debris bouncing off the shields or the creaks of the venerable YT-1300. The blond youth was nearly about to turn around and mark up everything as sleepy delirium until he heard her. Bast cried out.
That sound. It forced an instinctive response. No thoughts willed Corran into action. Only the need to always be there for his partner - no matter the odds. Heavy bootfalls echoed against the metal floor as the young man sprinted down the corridor. "Bast? Bast!?" He called out, alarmed and seeking information. When he made it to the semi-circular archway that led into the common area, the male ranger slid to a halt and stood with his arms out ready to act. Fidgeting in the trap caught his attention first. There a gizka was writhing to free itself. But where was -
Bast.
There in the corner of his eye, back to the wall, stood the woman who had gone through hell with him and for him. Low light glinted off the barrel of a blaster, held tightly in her hands. Corran swiveled carefully to face her and not make any sudden movements. His eyes scanned the Corellian carefully. While she physically was there, her eyes seemed to be seeing an entirely different universe. They were wide open. Staring lightyears away. They weren't even focusing on anything. She was in trouble and he had to do something.
One foot took a step closer; light as a feather. Corran would pause, waiting for a reaction. If none came, he would take another. Then another. As many soft steps as it took to get close to her. At any point the blaster became pointed as his person, the blond youth would freeze and raise his hands. He couldn't pull Bast back to reality if he was dead. The ultimate goal was to get within reach of grasping the barrel of the blaster and gently taking it from her hands. No risk was too great to help his partner. Corran would will himself forward. "Bast...." He said softly, nearly a whisper, "....Bast, I'm here. It's Corran. I'm here."
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That sound. It forced an instinctive response. No thoughts willed Corran into action. Only the need to always be there for his partner - no matter the odds. Heavy bootfalls echoed against the metal floor as the young man sprinted down the corridor. "Bast? Bast!?" He called out, alarmed and seeking information. When he made it to the semi-circular archway that led into the common area, the male ranger slid to a halt and stood with his arms out ready to act. Fidgeting in the trap caught his attention first. There a gizka was writhing to free itself. But where was -
Bast.
There in the corner of his eye, back to the wall, stood the woman who had gone through hell with him and for him. Low light glinted off the barrel of a blaster, held tightly in her hands. Corran swiveled carefully to face her and not make any sudden movements. His eyes scanned the Corellian carefully. While she physically was there, her eyes seemed to be seeing an entirely different universe. They were wide open. Staring lightyears away. They weren't even focusing on anything. She was in trouble and he had to do something.
One foot took a step closer; light as a feather. Corran would pause, waiting for a reaction. If none came, he would take another. Then another. As many soft steps as it took to get close to her. At any point the blaster became pointed as his person, the blond youth would freeze and raise his hands. He couldn't pull Bast back to reality if he was dead. The ultimate goal was to get within reach of grasping the barrel of the blaster and gently taking it from her hands. No risk was too great to help his partner. Corran would will himself forward. "Bast...." He said softly, nearly a whisper, "....Bast, I'm here. It's Corran. I'm here."
@Kestrel