"Zip Ship" he called it. Part of me wants to see just how fast this ship can, indeed, zip! Getting behind the helm, it all came back to me, but.... I can't bring myself to risk trashing -another- one of his ships. Granted it was a life-or-death situation last time, but then I learned that the ship was a gift, and those blaster-marks and imperial red-flags from blastin' our way out of Dearic all popped up in my head, and brought a good dose of guilt with 'em. So slow and smoothe I fly, takin' the chance to talk to this recorder.
*She gives herself a good ironic courtesy-laugh.*
...and I'm not makin' any sense at all, am I?
That's what I get for niglecting the records so long, I guess. It's just been one thing after another after another... this is the first chance I've really had to update. Well, no, I suppose I could have updated back on Talus, but it's something I like to do in private. When Stlian and I were watching over the girl we had to stick together. Not that I regret that, but... *sigh* Here I am getting ahead of myself again.
Where did I leave off....
Let's see... did I say about meeting Xanthya? We talked for a few while Keren was in the medbay on the Redemption... no wait, I think that was before my last entry. I think... let me think.... I think the first big chunk of history I left out was learning of Keela-ri's capture, being in the battle against those Sith Triad fellows, and meeting Stlian. They all seemed to happen at once, really.. I'm trying to remember.. Oh yeah. That's the trouble. At about the time I learned about Ri, there was a dud alarm for Madrid Harbor and the 77th called me in. No battle. Was sent back. So then I'll start with Keela-ri and Jaelon. *Her voice takes on a more sober tone as she falls on this subject.* If anyone's been through hell lately, it's them.. Jaelon was.. like I've never seen him before... Keela-ri was being tortured, and with the bond they shared, it was wearing on him as much as her. I should have been there for them more than I have been.. Even though Keela-Ri had been.. broken out? Released? Given up? ..and she's safe, their troubles are far from over. *A heavy sigh escapes her lips.* I don't have all the facts yet... and I don't know how, if at all, I can help them... but I still feel I should be there.
Before I could turn around, I found myself with the 77th mixed up with the Madrid Harbor business. Sith Triad, it was called, that we were fighting. Keren and I were the only available 77th in the battle, but we were only two in a swarm of... mostly force-sensitives... many defenders of Madrid. We whooped ass.. took names.. and took a hell of a beating ourselves. This must have been some sort of final battle, or pretty near it, because it seemed we were striking a vital part of the operation. The puppet-master was an illusionist, and caused quite a few of us- keren included -to flp out mid-battle. Luckily they were able to be talked down, but..... E-Chuta... bombs and mind-games must be these villians' bread and butter. I'm glad that, in the end, this one proved to be mortal. We were somewhere in Madrid Harbor when it was over.. woke up in the med bay.. but the "fun" wasn't over yet.
Somewhere in the battle, I'd gotten a vision of Stlian in trouble. Due to the nature of the assignment, I pushed it out of my mind. It could have been a trick.. and besides.. I was a little busy not dying. When I woke up, though, I couldn't stop thinking about it. What if it wasn't a trick? What if he really was hurt? I didn't really know Stlian, which made it odd, but I knew he was close to Ri and Jaelon. What if he was dying, and I had done nothing to stop it? I tried to reach him. Nothing. He didn't answer his comm. I couldn't reach him through the force. Hell no. I couldn't sit in the medbay and wonder what may or may not have happened. If I could walk, I could get out there.. so I did. I let the force guide me to Tattooine, where I found him passed out, burned out, and robbed in the back of Mos Chubakriff-Nowhere Cantina.
.............and he wanted me to leave him there.
Like the deuce that would happen!! I don't remember what I said to him, exactly, but it was something along the lines of helping him whether he liked it or not. Heh.. I admit.. I was a little pissed. Truth be told, at the time, I thought... well... I just thought he was a weenie. That's so far off-base that I'm ashamed to say it now. Anyway, I was surprised that insisting was all it took before he not only accepted my help, but offered to follow me to Carova for--
*WHOOOSH! She nearly wipes out on a stray cluster of space-junk, and fires up the thrusters to duck it. Her voice continues witha distracted and irritated spirit.*
Blast! More unfinished business! And here I have already left Tattooine.. grr.. I was supposed to have helped that High Colonel Verne character get her friend's memory back. I never did find the friend, but I was given her comm. code.. just got so mixed up in this Dasha business that everything else was put on hold.. and here I could have been.. should have been.. helping this poor woman instead of parttaking in Gabaki with the old sullustian down in Crimson. Stupid.. stupid.. and here I am running to Corellia for leisure... KRIFF me! *She takes a minute to calm herself down.* ...but no. I have to go to Corellia. For.. other reasons..
Back to Carova.. when I didn't find the Forgetful Femme after all, Stlian offerered to let me crash in this place he had there that he hadn't been to in.. ages. Twice in two years, was it? Well.. I didn't have any credits.. and I was more than happy to have a safer place to stay. I don't know if the grand tour was more a guide for me, or a trip through his own memories, but it occured to me then that maybe there was more to this "weenie" than meets the eye. Historian.. art collector.. masked vigilante... to name a few. Not to mention he has this Corellian family legacy to carry on.
The next day only brought more surprises. He was talking to me about a unique power he had, with which he could use the force to absorb the pain of another to heal him. It was a power which he had intended to never use again, at Ri and McCay's request, thinking it might be of the dark side. I don't think it's in the nature of the dark side to take the pain of another, but I didn't get the chance to say so, because something.. really... weird happened. Something he said triggered a flashback for me. It's hapened at odd times, scince that day Keren and I confronted Sain, where the lines between reality and imagination become.. blurred. Someone will say something that triggers a memory, and *snap* just like that I'm in another world. Sometimes it's not bad.. I'll be out for a second, and then someone will remind me what's real, and I'll get my head again. Then sometimes it's worse- I start acting out my flashback in reality. Some of those times, I can wake up... but sometimes I can't.
That time... I couldn't. The next thing I remember, he had somehow fought his way into my vision, and whatever was attacking me turned straight toward him. It turns out that was a manifestation of his absorbing pain power- I had started attacking him in reality, but instead of running, or killing me, he rushed in and absorbed my hallucnations through the force, and broke me free. He couldn't possibly have known what he was up against, but I don't think he thought twice.. Even afterward he still wanted to help me- even though I told him he needn't do it, and it would probably drive him nuts. Well.. it seemed that we were going to be odd partners for a while... "If you're helping me when I don't ask for it, and I helping you when you don't want it" is, I believe, what he said to me.
*Her voice is hushed by some electronic signal beeping in the background, and she pauses her narrative to look at the display.*
Looks like we've reached the jump-point already.. I'll be setting this aside for now, until after I get out of hyperspace. There's still a lot I haven't caught up on, but until I get into Corellian space this'll have to do..
*END*
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*She gives herself a good ironic courtesy-laugh.*
...and I'm not makin' any sense at all, am I?
That's what I get for niglecting the records so long, I guess. It's just been one thing after another after another... this is the first chance I've really had to update. Well, no, I suppose I could have updated back on Talus, but it's something I like to do in private. When Stlian and I were watching over the girl we had to stick together. Not that I regret that, but... *sigh* Here I am getting ahead of myself again.
Where did I leave off....
Let's see... did I say about meeting Xanthya? We talked for a few while Keren was in the medbay on the Redemption... no wait, I think that was before my last entry. I think... let me think.... I think the first big chunk of history I left out was learning of Keela-ri's capture, being in the battle against those Sith Triad fellows, and meeting Stlian. They all seemed to happen at once, really.. I'm trying to remember.. Oh yeah. That's the trouble. At about the time I learned about Ri, there was a dud alarm for Madrid Harbor and the 77th called me in. No battle. Was sent back. So then I'll start with Keela-ri and Jaelon. *Her voice takes on a more sober tone as she falls on this subject.* If anyone's been through hell lately, it's them.. Jaelon was.. like I've never seen him before... Keela-ri was being tortured, and with the bond they shared, it was wearing on him as much as her. I should have been there for them more than I have been.. Even though Keela-Ri had been.. broken out? Released? Given up? ..and she's safe, their troubles are far from over. *A heavy sigh escapes her lips.* I don't have all the facts yet... and I don't know how, if at all, I can help them... but I still feel I should be there.
Before I could turn around, I found myself with the 77th mixed up with the Madrid Harbor business. Sith Triad, it was called, that we were fighting. Keren and I were the only available 77th in the battle, but we were only two in a swarm of... mostly force-sensitives... many defenders of Madrid. We whooped ass.. took names.. and took a hell of a beating ourselves. This must have been some sort of final battle, or pretty near it, because it seemed we were striking a vital part of the operation. The puppet-master was an illusionist, and caused quite a few of us- keren included -to flp out mid-battle. Luckily they were able to be talked down, but..... E-Chuta... bombs and mind-games must be these villians' bread and butter. I'm glad that, in the end, this one proved to be mortal. We were somewhere in Madrid Harbor when it was over.. woke up in the med bay.. but the "fun" wasn't over yet.
Somewhere in the battle, I'd gotten a vision of Stlian in trouble. Due to the nature of the assignment, I pushed it out of my mind. It could have been a trick.. and besides.. I was a little busy not dying. When I woke up, though, I couldn't stop thinking about it. What if it wasn't a trick? What if he really was hurt? I didn't really know Stlian, which made it odd, but I knew he was close to Ri and Jaelon. What if he was dying, and I had done nothing to stop it? I tried to reach him. Nothing. He didn't answer his comm. I couldn't reach him through the force. Hell no. I couldn't sit in the medbay and wonder what may or may not have happened. If I could walk, I could get out there.. so I did. I let the force guide me to Tattooine, where I found him passed out, burned out, and robbed in the back of Mos Chubakriff-Nowhere Cantina.
.............and he wanted me to leave him there.
Like the deuce that would happen!! I don't remember what I said to him, exactly, but it was something along the lines of helping him whether he liked it or not. Heh.. I admit.. I was a little pissed. Truth be told, at the time, I thought... well... I just thought he was a weenie. That's so far off-base that I'm ashamed to say it now. Anyway, I was surprised that insisting was all it took before he not only accepted my help, but offered to follow me to Carova for--
*WHOOOSH! She nearly wipes out on a stray cluster of space-junk, and fires up the thrusters to duck it. Her voice continues witha distracted and irritated spirit.*
Blast! More unfinished business! And here I have already left Tattooine.. grr.. I was supposed to have helped that High Colonel Verne character get her friend's memory back. I never did find the friend, but I was given her comm. code.. just got so mixed up in this Dasha business that everything else was put on hold.. and here I could have been.. should have been.. helping this poor woman instead of parttaking in Gabaki with the old sullustian down in Crimson. Stupid.. stupid.. and here I am running to Corellia for leisure... KRIFF me! *She takes a minute to calm herself down.* ...but no. I have to go to Corellia. For.. other reasons..
Back to Carova.. when I didn't find the Forgetful Femme after all, Stlian offerered to let me crash in this place he had there that he hadn't been to in.. ages. Twice in two years, was it? Well.. I didn't have any credits.. and I was more than happy to have a safer place to stay. I don't know if the grand tour was more a guide for me, or a trip through his own memories, but it occured to me then that maybe there was more to this "weenie" than meets the eye. Historian.. art collector.. masked vigilante... to name a few. Not to mention he has this Corellian family legacy to carry on.
The next day only brought more surprises. He was talking to me about a unique power he had, with which he could use the force to absorb the pain of another to heal him. It was a power which he had intended to never use again, at Ri and McCay's request, thinking it might be of the dark side. I don't think it's in the nature of the dark side to take the pain of another, but I didn't get the chance to say so, because something.. really... weird happened. Something he said triggered a flashback for me. It's hapened at odd times, scince that day Keren and I confronted Sain, where the lines between reality and imagination become.. blurred. Someone will say something that triggers a memory, and *snap* just like that I'm in another world. Sometimes it's not bad.. I'll be out for a second, and then someone will remind me what's real, and I'll get my head again. Then sometimes it's worse- I start acting out my flashback in reality. Some of those times, I can wake up... but sometimes I can't.
That time... I couldn't. The next thing I remember, he had somehow fought his way into my vision, and whatever was attacking me turned straight toward him. It turns out that was a manifestation of his absorbing pain power- I had started attacking him in reality, but instead of running, or killing me, he rushed in and absorbed my hallucnations through the force, and broke me free. He couldn't possibly have known what he was up against, but I don't think he thought twice.. Even afterward he still wanted to help me- even though I told him he needn't do it, and it would probably drive him nuts. Well.. it seemed that we were going to be odd partners for a while... "If you're helping me when I don't ask for it, and I helping you when you don't want it" is, I believe, what he said to me.
*Her voice is hushed by some electronic signal beeping in the background, and she pauses her narrative to look at the display.*
Looks like we've reached the jump-point already.. I'll be setting this aside for now, until after I get out of hyperspace. There's still a lot I haven't caught up on, but until I get into Corellian space this'll have to do..
*END*
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