Medico Escapee!

[Nikka Toren]

Medico Ship

Med Bay 1, Hall 2

Galactic Alliance​

Ever since the raid against the pirate base, she had been given the dubious grace of saving a life. More in particularly... Castor Volante's. She would have blamed herself for his injury, having not anticipated the blow by tank, but that man seemed to know how to just push her buttons. But the bastard was heavy! She wasn't strong to begin with; hefting his weight, maintaining a shield, and keeping Uhtred aware of the tank's positioning with her unique senses meant she was near to passing out herself when they finally made it to the ship.

Thankfully, Uhtred was there to help her bring him in, and rig him to the narrow cot that served as a slapped-in medico bench. She very vaguely remembered splinting his wrist, and checking the rest of his vitals, before going to the closest chair-like object and passing out.

Thankfully, she had been cleared days ago. Despite the heavy bruising, and one cracked rib, she was perfectly fine, but she had a limp that lasted two days from carrying his dead weight, impacted with the welts and everything else that had just stacked on top of that. He owed her a drink, big time.

But something was amiss. She could just sense it. Like the silence of trouble before discovering someone was up to mischief...

The head nurse, Mira Hosuna, was a Zabrak. She could sense that this woman had about a broad a sense of humor as an oilpan; she would have to be careful. She could feel the other eyeing her for injuries long before she even spoke; hazards of the trade, perhaps.

"I'm not here for me," she held up her hands peacefully, "Just visiting. Castor Volante? I have not heard of his being discharged from your... ah... care. May I visit?"

The woman tilted her head, surveying the blind girl. According to one of her other nurses, this fem was the one that patched him up long enough to make it to the medical bay... and close enough to not call him by any formal titles. Were they close? Not that she would care... she shrugged, then crooked a finger. "Follow me. Visiting hours are over, but we'll make an exception."

She paced off to one space down the hall, which seemed to be hastily walled off. To Nikka's surprise, she did not see a bodily form on the cot that doubled as a medical bay bed... and assumed the nurse did not know the stubborn man might have discharged of healthcare himself!

"Ah!" she stammered, and the nurse paused. "If you don't mind, it's a..." she flushed deep red, and took a deep breath. "It's about private matters, and I don't think he'd like having another set of ears... and I'm sure you have much to do. Ma'am," she near-mumbled, feeling her arms tighten around her midsection in slight mortification. What the hell was she saying?!

Mira eyed her again, skepticism curling at her lips. "Right, I'm sure. Mates are difficult to speak to... privately. But no funny business in my bay!" she waggled a finger in the startled Miraluka's face, "No matter who you are, this is not that kind of medical facility!" before stalking off.

Nikka felt ire rise another notch. Damn him. He better not say anything about this! "This is kriffing ridiculous," she muttered, stepping through the room, feeling the door shut behind her. "Care to explain to me what in hell's blazes are you doing out of bed?" she inquired almost innocently, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "Or do I have to bring in Nurse Joy?"

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Stepping out from his hiding place behind the door that she had just opened, Castor scowled a little bit. He was heavily bandaged still, his ribs still broken and his wrist as well. Even with all the medical advances in the Galaxy, broken bones needed time to heal and Castor?

Well he was about all out of patience to give his wounds the time they needed. The unfortunate part was that the nurses were, to put it bluntly, rather forceful about him staying in. As far as Castor was concerned they were worried about nothing! His wrist was in a splint and his ribs were wrapped up tight.

What was the sense in staying cooped up in this medbay?

"... could you not have just let her come in on her own?" he complained, very nearly pouting, "I was going to mind trick her into letting me leave."

Not that he had high hopes about the mind trick working though - it only worked on the weak minded and that nurse? Well he had seen weaker minds in generals than in that nurse. Tutting, he took a drink from a nearby water bottle before humming slightly as he looked her over.

"You're looking well, Nikka." he smiled a little bit, "Healed right up. Faster than me... do a guy a favor and help him bust out of here?"

It was a long-shot but... since when did he care about long-shots?

@Killa Ree

 

[Nikka Toren]

She was scowling right back. If he was any more healed, she would have given him a good thump to the shoulder for all this trouble. The eyebrow raised higher, arms crossing more defiantly. "I would help you get a little more healed up, but noooo, you have to play hero." Truth be told, part of her irritation was in due part to restlessness. Even she needed her rest from time to time, but as of late such an experience was beyond her. Her dreams were too often turned into vicious nightmares.

Stubborn, so stubborn. If she were any more medically inclined, she would have strapped him into his berth herself, but she lacked the strength and the physical intimidation to do so. "Absolutely not! With a mind like that, you'd do little more than convince her that you need a bed change." The scowl turned to an amused smirk. "That would be a sight to see, if I could see it at all."

She shifted from one foot to the other when he commented on her looks; disbelief now raised both brows, her mouth taking on a wryly amused twist. "I knew it. And of course I healed fast; it's because I listened to what I was told in the first place, instead of pacing around and driving all on shift batty." She chuckled, then sighed.

"Fine. But you owe me two Narcolethes now. After all these recent events, I need a good drink."

She leaned back against the door panel, arms crossing tighter as her brows lowered. "Since you're the genius, what kind of a plan did you have in store for escape? Aside from the mind-trick?"

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Play hero? He wasn't entirely sure what the hell she was talking about there he had to admit. What the hell had he done to play the role of hero? Nothing!

He'd gotten ragdolled by a tank and tried to escape from the med bay and that was about it.

Tutting, he knew that she was right about the nurse but he wasn't done pouting about being stuck in the med bay yet so he wasn't going to just agree with her. Instead he opted for a slightly sullen silence - because that was slightly more mature than sticking his tongue out at her. To be honest, he was just wanted to be out of here and it was beginning to make him a bit stir crazy now that he was here.

Wait...

"What do you mean by help me get a little more healed up?" He asked her suddenly, "Wait... can you Force heal?!"

What the hell was he doing here waiting for things to grow back together when she could just use the Force and magic him better? That was... that was how Force heal worked, right? Honestly he wasn't sure because it was a very foreign concept to someone who had spent most of his life as a Sith.

Running a hand through his hair, he shrugged.

"I guess... we could say we're going to lunch? You taking me out for some fresh air... and then I just don't come back." he suggested with a grin, "I've got my ship in the hanger and I really want to get back to it, you know?"

Plus if he stayed here any longer he'd start thinking about Arda.

Or worse - Sapphire.

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[Nikka Toren]

Oh, his emotions definitely shifted in this claustrophobic space. So many emotions ran through the flow of the Force; one that flavored it was confusion. "Let me clarify," she spoke, holding up her hands. "I'm guessing you're not just itching to leave here due to cabin fever. Am I wrong?"

She didn't let him answer, before the humor transformed into a sheepish look. "Now wait... I have the basic concepts of an idea of healing. I haven't been taught by my Master, I just know based on... well... a theory of application." She coughed once, to cover her embarrassment, then winced as a spike of pain dug where her cracked rib twinged. "I could hypothetically help... I tried on my own ribs, and it's no longer shattered through. Still twinges." She gave him a grin again. "Seems I carried a heavy weight. Worth it, though."

She laughed at his idea, more at the mischief in his tone, and it brought up another twinge, and another grimace. "Ahh damn it, it sounds almost too simple... but it might work. Now... why are you so eager to get out? Not that I'm not willing to help... and not that it's any of my business."

Two halls down, Mira heard nothing. Another boring shift... but perhaps she ought to check on those two. In a little bit, perhaps... she needed a vitals check anyways.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Clarification usually meant disappointment... and wasn't that a lot to unpack in his mind eh? Running a hand through his hair (the hand that wasn't splinted at the wrist), he sighed a little bit as she correctly pointed out that he seemed to have developed some kind of cabin fever. It wasn't too much he didn't think.

But then he had been considering using the mind trick on a nurse just to get out of the medbay to stretch his legs so maybe she had a point.

Maybe.

"Well that's better than waiting around here for a long old time for them to heal the normal way, trust me." he joked a little bit before gingerly pulling his shirt off so that she could touch his ribs and injuries more directly, "I'll carry you around the ship five times on my back if you can heal me a bit."

Why was he so eager to get out?

The simple bracelet he wore seemed to burn against his skin.

"... someone very dear to me is missing." he spoke quietly, "And she's either waiting for me out there? Or... Or something has gone wrong and I'm in here when I could be helping her. So... I don't know...! Lay hands or something?"

Taking her hand in his own, Castor pressed it urgently against his stomach, his abs, just as the nurse opened the door.

There was a pause before the nurse merely sighed and walked away, shaking her head as she muttered about mates. Castor paused for a second before turning to Nikka.

"Mates? What exactly did you tell her?"

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[Nikka Toren]

"Is this someone... the Padawan that was abandoned by her Master?" Her voice was so soft, it was barely above a whisper. That same pain that had shadowed around her heart suddenly sang in her chest, causing one hand to reflexively grip the fabric of her pilot's suit, a pained expression flickering over her features before she smoothed it out calmly. "I sensed something happen within the chambers after we were told to leave. It felt like... a hole had been ripped from where the Force was. It was like witnessing the death of another Light in the flow of the Force." A wave of pain tremored from her, before it was abruptly shut off, and she shrugged. "But then again, what do I know? I simply... go where I feel I'm needed."

She flinched in surprise when her hand was suddenly grabbed. She slightly resisted, brows furrowing in alarm. "Hey, what the hell-" when she was suddenly cut off by the untimely arrival of the humorless Zabrak nurse. She let out a heavy sigh, and tilted her head at him, giving a mildly annoyed raise of her brows. "Kinda strange for someone not kin to check on someone they rescued, isn't it?" she mumbled, shrugging. "I made no statement, she assumed. Though, no offense," she gave a cheeky grin, "you're hardly my type."

"As for healing..." her brows furrowed, , lips pursing. "I... cannot make any guarantees. For someone untrained... it's a huge risk. I could accidentally damage your heart, or impair your lungs. But if you really want my help... I'll do my best. But don't expect a miracle!" She waggled her other hand's pointer finger in his face. "I feel responsible for you now. I should have seen that tank in my Vision sooner. And I should have kept a closer sense on you."

She lightly patted his shoulder. "Before we escape... lie down, and let's see what a blind girl can do to heal. Then we'll make a break for it, and I'll hold you to your promise. For you, and your friend."

She had the feeling that she would succeed.. but that it was too late to turn back. She just had to follow the fall of the chips, and see where it would lead her next.

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Abandoned?

Castor didn't react well to this news at all.

Instead of speaking up, he went very quiet and barely reacted after the nurse had taken one look at them and decided that she wasn't paid enough for this. Taking a moment, he processed what he had been told and what she explained had happened later. Or, at least, what believed had happened.

He silently moved over to the bed and laid down on it, looking up at the ceiling. He was completely silent for a long moment before he swallowed thickly and finally spoke.

"... she was abandoned by her Master?"

Castor had learned some of what had happened from Leah and he hadn't listened to any of the other rumors. The same rumors that said Arda had been betrayed also said that Leah and Aurora were rivals for the heart of one Valentine Rayth - he wasn't sure he ever believed anything less.

Master Leah was far prettier than Master Aurora so there would have been no competition in his mind.

But now he was confronted by someone he actually trusted, someone he actually believed, telling him that Arda had been abandoned by her Master, of all people. He clutched the bracelet tightly in his hand as he stared blankly ahead.

"I was told she was captured but I... I didn't know how." he admitted quietly, "I asked my Master and I trusted her to tell me everything."

He blinked a few times as he thought about it some more. As he analysed his thoughts and he feelings for a long moment before closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh.

"She was right not to tell me. I would have reacted badly. Reacted on my emotions - lashed out at her." he admitted, opening his eyes slowly, "Some distance from the event has helped to calm me... I have grown in my control... but she was right to keep it from me when she did."

As much as it ached to admit that.

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[Nikka Toren]

If she had eyes, she would have blinked rapidly in shock. Hadn't he heard the whispers from all those that had left? The shift in the Force that had shaken her to the core? How had they not noticed something so jarring to their already tenuous existence? She hadn't expected such a reaction... she felt like she had said something that should have stayed silent. And yet... she assumed he knew. If there were two of her, she would have kicked herself.

There were so many emotions that flickered in and out in the brief time that she asked as much of him. Pain, first, that seemed to flicker. Surprise... and then sadness. She had to focus, however. She would start with something simple. He was as humanoid as he could get, as far as she got a feel for. Her mind rapidly sorted through all the medical know-how she had crammed between jaunts in the galaxy, and sighed. His wrist would be easiest; she had been told they were clean breaks, no compounds.

She placed her hands atop it, gently. The Light of the Force flowed through them all, she reminded herself as her own emotions dwindled to calm. She could sense the Light that flowed in him, just as much as the Dark perhaps once did. She did not know his past; that was up to his discretion. As she worked, her voice was soft.

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew..." She paused, bowed her head. "If I had known you were deliberately not told... I should have been thinking. This is why I'm no Knight." The joke was very weak, but she gave an offhand shrug, and continued. First, the gentle warmth that always flooded her palms when she focused. Heal. Repair. Knit back together what has been broken, ease what pain has lingered here. Blood and bone and flesh to the wholeness it is...

To an outside view, it would have been an astonishing sight to see. She was kneeling now, unaware of the motion, the softest of blue lights emanating from her palms, enveloping his wrist and glowing out between her fingertips. She was letting the roaring river of the Force become a gentle wash, running invisible fingers over sore tendons and broken vessels, knitting back bone.

By the time she was done, it had been a full fifteen minutes. She swayed slightly when she stood; it had taken quite a bite out of her energy. The ribs would be somewhat easier, but nonetheless complicated. She needed a break before continuing. But...

"Tell me how it feels. Does it still feel broken? Did I not harm your wrist?"

She leaned forward slightly, then let out a low sigh.

"Did you once react strongly to your emotions?" she inquired gently, but then shook her head. "Don't answer that. Feel with your heart; you sound very close. The worst cannot have happened, or you would have felt it. When I meant a hole... I meant what happened within the chambers. What I felt coming from in there... it was the most terrible thing." She shivered. "It was a Master, perhaps. But I think... no, I know that she should be all right. And you'll be there for her."

Her hand grasped over her heart again, sighing. "Our Masters... hide much in the face of pain. I still do not know what happened with one of my clan-mates... Sugai." Even saying the name hurt, her hand briefly squeezing into a fist before releasing. "I had heard later, that an Initiate attacked a Master... Luy told us nothing, but I found out later." She took a deep breath... then slowly let it out in a sigh.

"Let's get you patched up. Perhaps they've already begun rescuing her; and if they have, I'll help you any way I can to get you back to her." She gave him a wide smile, offering her hand to what was once his broken wrist as she stood. "For friends, of all kinds. What d'you think, Cas?"

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor said nothing as the Light of the Force washed over him. Before he had accepted the Light into himself, this would have been damn near painful but now that he had accepted it, it was much more like he was just dipping his body into warm water. It was soothing but it was clear that it could be less than soothing without much effort as well.

It was clear to Castor that the 'water' could boil and scold him should he oppose the Light again.

Despite the ever-present temptation, Castor knew that he had not slid back into the Dark Side so he didn't worry about it too much. He hummed a little bit as he felt the aches in his bones begin to ease. His wrist felt almost entirely back to normal, even if he was certain that his ribs were still going to need a bit of work. It was much better than it had been not too long ago however so he wasn't going to complain.

Besides, his mind was barely on the subject of his healing anymore. His mind was instead occupied with thoughts of Arda and of the Jedi Master who had abandoned her and, seemingly, paid a price for it. He wasn't sure what the price was but Nikka seemed to believe it had been heavy.

"You've done very well." he told her with a light smile, "My wrist feels almost completely healed and my ribs feel a lot better actually. It's... it's nice, thank you."

Did he once react strongly to his emotions?

He looked at Nikka for a moment before answering.

"Not too long ago, Nikka, I let my emotions rule me because I was a Sith." he told her honestly, "I was raised to be a Sith and I went through the Sith Academy. I was sent out into the Galaxy as a Sith Acolyte of the Imperial Republica - I know what it means to let emotion guide you. But... but no I don't feel as though Arda is gone and, with my knowledge of the Sith, that's almost worse. I know how they operate and I know what they can and will do to her... I am afraid for her beyond her life."

He reached out and took her hand but made sure to actually stand under his own power - it would be rude to make her carry his weight again right? He smiled a little bit.

"Maybe she's already safe... and if she's not then I can still mess about with my ship."

Specifically he would prep his ship for a trip to the Empire.

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[Nikka Toren]

The drain of using the Force shield while on the pirate base, the use of it to heal herself, and the power of it to partially heal Castor took its' toll right then and there. Her stores were so depleted, that when she felt him stand, she staggered and suddenly fell to her knees with a groan. It was almost too much... she took one deep breath, then another, but this exhaustion lingered like an unwelcome guest.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, using the berth behind him to pull herself upright slowly. "Just felt a bit drained, is all." She forced herself to straighten, then smile, though she could feel the blood drain from her face at the effort. She would refuse to fall to pieces now, though. It was hardly the time.

"I... hmm." She sighed, then nodded. "I did not want to make assumptions about you. We have all done things we aren't proud of. Things that shift the balance. If she needs help, she's got two people behind her. And who knows? Maybe even a rescue mission is under way. A master, maybe." She was putting on a brave smile, and not letting him see a single moment of weakness. This was not the time to play at self pity.

Her legs felt leaden. Her head ached from the concentration she had to maintain, simply to walk across the small room. But when she made it to the door, a twist of mischief curled on her lips. "Get your things. It's time to break out of the medical bay. And from there... if you need my help, you've got it."

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

It seemed that healing him had taken more of a toll on Nikka than she was willing to admit, which was somewhat aggravating. She was more than happy to see him get better but she was going to get herself hurt doing it and that was something that he wanted no part of. Unfortunately she had already drained herself to this level so there was only, really, one thing he could do now that she had drained herself this much.

Sighing, he tested his arms, making sure that the wrists on both of them were working fine. With that determined, he stood up from the bed as she rested against it.

"Maybe." he agreed quietly, "But I know that no matter what? I would be worried either way. The entire Order bar me could be on that mission and I would worry still."

He grinned a little bit before nodding to her.

"But alright then little one - time to get out of here."

Reaching down, Castor picked Nikka up off of the bed and set her down atop his shoulders. He held onto her thighs to make sure that she was steady before setting off. To make sure that she didn't complain however, he spoke to her.

"I'm a big brother, you know?" he spoke quietly, as he often did when he spot about his missing twin, "She is like you. Strong willed. Refuses to let others see her as needing help. Well you know what I did when she tired herself out trying to help me do some dumb thing?"

He tilted his head to smile up at her.

"I picked her up and I carried her to our next dumb adventure."

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[Nikka Toren]

She drew up taller indignantly, exhaustion forgotten. "Little one! What-!"

She was interrupted when he suddenly swooped her over his shoulder, her own rib singing with old pain when he did. She let out a hissed breath when he began striding out of there, then lightly thumped him on the back. "At least get a shirt on! And I swear I am older than you..." came the indignant grumble, too worn to protest too much and too loudly.

She paused when he mentioned his sister. A flare of familiar pain ached in her own heart; her two brothers, Borro and Varen. Varen was the baby of the family, too young for most farming. And Borro was like Castor, hard-headed, stubborn... getting her into trouble, and her getting him out.

She let out a very indelicate snort, perking a brow. "And I'm a big sister. To two brothers, I'll have you know, and I had to drag them both out of more dumb adventures!" Still, there was a smile in her voice, but she tried to writhe out of his grasp when she realized he was just going to saunter out-- without being properly dressed, without regard that those outside did not know his ribs and wrist were repaired-- and just stride on out without so much as a plan of escape!

"Now wait a minute! Put me down! What about the-"

She was cut short again when the door slid open. She growled once, and the additional pain that crackled caused her worried mind to swim even more.

Head Nurse Mira had seen some things in her lifetime. She had seen blaster wounds so severe that there was no hope, limbs replaced and children on death's row. She had seen miracles and horrors aplenty, but nothing prepared her for seeing a patient that was supposed to have broken bones and have a few weeks' more bedrest carrying his visitor as if she weighed nothing.

Now... she was not terribly imposing. Like his carried visitor, the woman was rather small. And yet, with her stern matronly expression, and arms crossed in front of her, she could cut a figure even a Jedi Master would hesitate to engage. "Excuse me, but where in hell do you think you're going, young man?" Her voice carried well despite the lowered tone; she began striding towards them, prepared to run after them if need be. She was not going to let some young man and his partner get themselves into danger-again- just to see them in her medbay... Again.

Nikka jumped slightly... then swatted him on the back, her voice a hissed whisper. "Forget the plan, break for it!"

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Ha!

Seemed that he wasn't the only Jedi in the medbay who seemed to be a big sibling without the little siblings being part of the equation... that was slightly depressing to think about now that he thought about it for more than a moment. She did have a point though - she was probably older than him.

Castor was very much aware of the fact that he was rather young when compared to many of the other Jedi and the Rebels. He didn't think it was a bad thing at all but, he supposed, that probably was because he was young. So, naturally, he didn't see any issue with being young.

As for the other part?

"Shirts are on my ship, obviously."

Obviously.

He smirked a little bit as he continued to stride onward through the medbay with a light spring in his step. When she told him that she was an older sister he snorted in amusement.

"And how short they must be if you're the BIG sister..."

Pausing in the lobby area, he smiled at the head nurse for a moment before Nikka hit him on the back of the head and urged him to just keep on going. He chuckled a little bit and waved to the head nurse as he picked up the pace, leaving the medbay behind rather quickly.

"Alright then shoulder-gremlin! Which way?"

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[Nikka Toren]

She twisted around, grumbling about stubborn-headed males and that survival was tipped in females' scales for a reason...

"Never mind about leaving a perfectly good one on the bunk," she muttered, when she was suddenly jostled at a higher speed, wincing. "Hey, hey, Hey! They are both taller than me... or were getting there before..." She suddenly clamped off that thought. She didn't want to consider it. Oddly enough, she was mostly quiet, until the shoulder gremlin comment.

She gasped, then laughed. "You should watch it, Gigantor, or I'll not save your ungrateful butt next time! Go left, quick, she's catching up."

And sure enough, she was. Twenty paces behind, certainly, but it was the most excitement that had happened since the last withdrawal from all bases. "Stop!" She called out, but it was no use. Somehow, that Castor had gotten better. But she wouldn't stop until he was at least medically accounted for; the paperwork was going to be unbearable if he wasn't.

"Tippy!" She suddenly gasped, writhing about to find her comlink. "I have to let him know to follow your ship!" But it was no use, she couldn't reach it, and anyways, there was no time.

"Wait! Turn right, the hangar is just ahead. If my memory's correct..."

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Gigantor? Was that seriously the best that she could come up with? He came up with an actual, unique, name and the most she could come up with was some callback to a terrible show that stopped airing on the holonet before he was even born? He would have taken the time to mock her for her lack of creativity but the nurse was following them and he was still slightly off balance considering he had Nikka riding him shoulders.

Though she had a point about saving his life...

"Alright, tell you what - you get one adventure for saving my life, alright? One adventure where you call the shots little one!" he offered her even as he took the hard left, "And if she catches us? I'm blaming all of this on you. Just saying."

He totally would.

For all of about five seconds before he took all of the blame instead because, gods be damned, that was just what big brothers did when their siblings got in trouble. They took the hit. Tutting a little bit, Castor drew the Force to his left hand before moving it in a cutting motion, setting up an illusion in the Force that stopped the Nurse dead in her tracks.

As far as she was concerned, they'd run headfirst into a wall and she was now proceeding to give a lecture to thin air. Castor slowed down and took the right turn into the hanger, setting Nikka down gingerly before walking over to his ship.

"Oh my baby... did you miss me?" he cooed to the ship before grinning, "Alright so I'm free... so I said I owed you an adventure... want to go and make yourself a lightsaber?"

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[Nikka Toren]

"One adventure, huh?" She grinned. "You're on. Provided this means I get my drink afterwards. I did show Uhtred how to blast that tank," came the slightly smug response. Oh, she was enjoying these turns of events. Especially since she wasn't running... if she weren't so worn, she would have been appalled by her lack of intelligent nicknames... and lack of control. She usually didn't run away from medical bays... or be carried out. In fact, she couldn't recall a time she was carried anywhere.

If she wasn't ready to drop down to the decking, she would have protested more, but instead she just focused on keeping herself alert. When she was set down, she staggered slightly, but waved away any offer to help stand. "Thanks," she muttered, making sure to straighten her pilot's suit and smooth it down.

She tilted her head at his words, pondering them for a moment. "Make a lightsaber...? Perhaps. What did you have in mind?"

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Drink afterwards?

OH! Castor almost forgot that he had promised to buy Nikkia and Uhtred a drink now that he actually thought about it... though he had no doubt that the Deucalian raider was also the kind of guy to have it written down somewhere. Never going to get away from that debt until it was paid type of thing... he chuckled a little bit and nodded his head in agreement.

"Alright alright - one adventure AND a drink." he smirked a little bit, "Maybe a soft drink for you though maybe? You're small enough that one whiskey probably floors you..."

No, he was now 100% certain he was never going to pass up an opportunity to snark to her about her height or lack thereof. He hummed a little bit as he flashed her a grin.

"Yeah." he gestured to his ship, which unlocked for him and allowed him to walk on to grab himself a shirt to pull on, "I happen to know about a Lightsaber Forge on Dxun. It's just waiting for some Jedi to wake it up again."

He turned back to her with a grin.

"So... you up for an adventure, Shoulder Gremlin?"

@Killa Ree

 

[Nikka Toren]

She smirked back, perking a brow. It was nice to have a solid ally... after so many years alone, it was nice to not have someone treat her as if she were a piece of glass. Even her clanmates weren't always so ready to nudge old sibling memories, and she had thought they were very close.

"Ha ha, hilarious." She grinned. "They probably don't serve you at all; too tall and they'd be dry. That'd be one Narcolethe and a Gizer ale. If you think you can manage flying with that attitude on your shoulders."

Just happened to know a lightsaber forge? No wonder he had his own... apart from the Sith training. She couldn't even fathom what he had to endure... what they both did. But now was hardly the time for such deep thoughts. The smirk widened, one eyebrow raising. "Ready when you are, Ni'chalto uru."

She didn't even clarify what it meant, but was smiling smugly, arms crossed. "I'm always ready for an adventure."

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