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The arid hum of the turbolift shaft echoes through and through, assortments of bangs and pings adding life to the otherwise desolate ship; with a flicker of robing, Ashanna pulls herself up to the final ledge that allowed her back to be placed against the entrance to the captain's quarters. Curo hums, sending his vocals resonating about the turbolift tunnel, and as it seemed he had an idea, she squints and waits.
These doors were relatively thin, so cutting through them with ease would leave Curo stepping in with his crimson blade flourishing; Ashanna steps in shortly there after, staying behind him with her own lightsaber failing to ignite. As the small security detail lift their weapons to fire, Curo's plain flourish of the lightsaber turns into something of a dance, for deflecting blaster bolts was an act of precision, speed, and anticipation - scarlet hyphens of energy bolt back toward the few up ahead, one even striking the rayshield at what would have been a death blow to he who sat behind it sending ripples of energy radiating outward.
It would be noted that Ashanna allowed Curo to be her respite and protection as she, herself, simply utilized the Force to send those shooting at them barreling into the walls at Mach speeds; they crash with an oof two by two, clattering to the ground to their leader's dismay. It was a moment later that a simple grin crosses the confirmed Chiss' visage; in tandem to his change of demeanor, Ashanna winces and cries aloud, dropping to her knee in very evident pain as she clutches her torso.
"Ah...seems the toxin is settling just fine," he coos from behind his shield. A cold sweat breaks from the Ysanna's brow as she squints, peering up before revealing - with a weak voice - "...my eyesight is rapidly failing, Curo."
"See, that's the first sign that you're going to die, my dear, followed by paralysis of limbs...then the restriction of your heart and lungs. Unless, of course, you counteract the toxin with..."
He reaches into his cloak past what was clearly two parts of Curo's lightsaber and casually places a tube-injector - writing signifying it was a counter-toxin of some kind - upon the arm of the throne-esque chair he sat upon and rolled it upon the cylindrical bottom it adorned. The antidote was clear, so it seemed, and as Ashanna grunts again trying to clear her vision, she peers up again with a furrowed brow. Did he not realize how easy it would be to get him to Force the antidote over?
She reaches out her hand to attempt to influence his mind to bend to her whim, though finds pain being the quickest answer in return. She groans and falls to her other knee, forehead nearly striking the ground as she cries aloud.
"Did I forget to mention it targets your...midichlorians?" His crimson eyes direct to Curo as his grin remains pasted upon his sweat-stained face. "Now...I suppose this is the part where...we get ta' goin' over terms, hnn? At least before this cultivated disease spreads through your pretty little partner's entire body?" He chuckles and the belligerent laughter fills the room, sending echoes bouncing about the walls. He presses a button upon his arm chair and summons a new dispatch toward his chambers, likely to...clean up the mess.
Ashanna herself simply tightens her eyes shut and focuses on maintaining her breathing. Curo would feel the Force begin to suppress itself within as it was clear she was certainly attempting to purge herself of the poison that had spread incognito through her veins.
"C-...curo...get that...kriffing antidote, Curo."
These doors were relatively thin, so cutting through them with ease would leave Curo stepping in with his crimson blade flourishing; Ashanna steps in shortly there after, staying behind him with her own lightsaber failing to ignite. As the small security detail lift their weapons to fire, Curo's plain flourish of the lightsaber turns into something of a dance, for deflecting blaster bolts was an act of precision, speed, and anticipation - scarlet hyphens of energy bolt back toward the few up ahead, one even striking the rayshield at what would have been a death blow to he who sat behind it sending ripples of energy radiating outward.
It would be noted that Ashanna allowed Curo to be her respite and protection as she, herself, simply utilized the Force to send those shooting at them barreling into the walls at Mach speeds; they crash with an oof two by two, clattering to the ground to their leader's dismay. It was a moment later that a simple grin crosses the confirmed Chiss' visage; in tandem to his change of demeanor, Ashanna winces and cries aloud, dropping to her knee in very evident pain as she clutches her torso.
"Ah...seems the toxin is settling just fine," he coos from behind his shield. A cold sweat breaks from the Ysanna's brow as she squints, peering up before revealing - with a weak voice - "...my eyesight is rapidly failing, Curo."
"See, that's the first sign that you're going to die, my dear, followed by paralysis of limbs...then the restriction of your heart and lungs. Unless, of course, you counteract the toxin with..."
He reaches into his cloak past what was clearly two parts of Curo's lightsaber and casually places a tube-injector - writing signifying it was a counter-toxin of some kind - upon the arm of the throne-esque chair he sat upon and rolled it upon the cylindrical bottom it adorned. The antidote was clear, so it seemed, and as Ashanna grunts again trying to clear her vision, she peers up again with a furrowed brow. Did he not realize how easy it would be to get him to Force the antidote over?
She reaches out her hand to attempt to influence his mind to bend to her whim, though finds pain being the quickest answer in return. She groans and falls to her other knee, forehead nearly striking the ground as she cries aloud.
"Did I forget to mention it targets your...midichlorians?" His crimson eyes direct to Curo as his grin remains pasted upon his sweat-stained face. "Now...I suppose this is the part where...we get ta' goin' over terms, hnn? At least before this cultivated disease spreads through your pretty little partner's entire body?" He chuckles and the belligerent laughter fills the room, sending echoes bouncing about the walls. He presses a button upon his arm chair and summons a new dispatch toward his chambers, likely to...clean up the mess.
Ashanna herself simply tightens her eyes shut and focuses on maintaining her breathing. Curo would feel the Force begin to suppress itself within as it was clear she was certainly attempting to purge herself of the poison that had spread incognito through her veins.
"C-...curo...get that...kriffing antidote, Curo."
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