Private A Spa Day is Just What the Doctor Ordered

[Braze]

TAGS: Nathan Bloodscrawl

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It had been some time since Braze last 'spoke' to Nathan Bloodscrawl , and since then he’d been “repaired,” as his companion Gidgit had put it, with all the subtlety of a sarcastic diagnostic.

He’d been on Veridia, seeing off the last of the refugees who had temporarily taken shelter at the temple, when he ran into none other than Nathan Bloodscrawl in the hangar bay.

Braze padded over just as Nathan found himself mid-kerfluffle with a frazzled mechanic over where a certain ship should have been parked. Without a word, Braze wrapped an arm around Nathan’s and seamlessly hooked them together in an unmistakable you’re mine now maneuver.

“Yeah, I’m sure you can figure that out; pardon us will ya?” he said, breezily waving off the mechanic as he tugged Nathan away. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he added, completely lying, of course. Pure chance had dropped Nathan into his path like a gift from the Force.

“You know what you need? A nice, refreshing day of overly priced grooming. The doctors said it’ll help you relax, maybe even fix that blood pressure situation of yours.” He leaned in with a grin full of mischief and far too much enthusiasm.

“I know juuuuust the place. Come, come! It smells like eucalyptus, lemon grass, and questionable financial decisions!”

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Dooku-Pattern Armor (Red and Gold)

Armed With: Nathan's Lightsaber


"The hell do you mean the dock authority moved it!? I paid the fee to the dock officer!" Nathan said in exasperation.

"Hey, I just work here. It's in the impound, dude..." The mechanic replied. "They told the staff to move it. It's out of my hands--"

"I'm filing a complaint --" Nathan started to protest when Braze came in out of nowhere and pulled him aside.

"Y-you have?" Nathan asked in confusion, genuinely for once too flabbergasted to know what to do.

"Overpriced grooming? What do you mean, I comb my hair--"

He was cut off by Braze saying he knew just the place and it was completely overpriced.

And Nathan was too confused to do anything but say "Huh?" as he was pulled to where Braze wanted to take him.

That's right, a full on nightmare relic from the Gulag plague, secretly one of the richest most powerful men in the Galaxy, secretly in charge of a massive shadow army of clone soldiers and House Io defectors--

--had no effin' idea how to react when he finally processed Braze's intent and realized he was being taken to a salon.

"Huh?" Nathan repeated again in confusion...

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Nathan Bloodscrawl

"Come on, you'll love it. Don't worry, the impound lot has to send you a letter before they do anything legal anyway," Braze said confidently, already ushering Nathan into the front seat of a Deluxe W.A.R. T.O.R.T.L.E. like this was a spontaneous spa heist instead of kidnapping for some much needed self-care.

It didn't take long for the machine to purr its way out of the dingier districts and glide into a neighborhood so ritzy, even the pigeons wore silk scarves and ribbons. Neon signs flickered between flower petals, and the air smelled like someone was burning sandalwood.

The whole place looked like some Atrisian rpg side quest waiting to happen.

Braze parked and lead Nathan off to a fancy looking building with billowing steam pipes. The building they approached was a glimmering fusion of old-world Veridian bathhouse and present day spa-tech, complete with a colorful fish pond that hummed with ambient music. A sign outside read:

'Where dirt, shame, and split ends go to die'

Braze patted Nathan's back as he stepped up to the front desk.
"You're gonna leave here with super-soft skin, realigned chakras, a nice shave, some neatened up nails, and a sense of regret for not letting me do this sooner."

Braze approached the front desk like he owned the place, flashing a grin "Hi yes!" he chirped brightly, leaning casually on the counter. "My friend here; he's in dire need of the full reset. We're talking the works: soak, steam, scrub, soul detangle, maybe a haircut and mani pedi if your tech permits. Maximum relaxation. I want him to walk out of here glowing."

The front desk attendant was a serene-faced individual in a holographic yukata with delicate sakura petals drifting lazily across the fabric, smiled politely at the two of them.

"Of course. Before entering the sauna and soaking pools, all guests must first receive a scrub bath to ensure proper hygiene within the sacred water chambers," they said in a soothing tone. "You'll be assigned bathing attendants who will clean you thoroughly, followed by a light massage to help begin the relaxation process. Towels and lockers are just behind that curtain."

Braze just nodded enthusiastically accepting towels and robes and offering Nathan a set. "Perfect. He's a little shy, but don't let that fool you. He loves being exfoliated by beautiful strangers- Right Nathan?"

The attendant bowed gently. "Please proceed whenever you are ready. We will take excellent care of you."

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

"...Huh?" Nathan muttered again as Braze somehow ushered him into a deluxe transport in the front seat, not understanding how Braze had made him completely forget just what he had been doing before.

The neighborhood was ritzy. Super ritzy in fact. Nathan never really went into rich areas despite having insane levels of Feth-You Money unless he had to.

"Y-y'know, its actually good to see you, Braze--" Nathan said, still trying to make sense of the fact he was going to a Salon.

"A lot's happened to me--"

They were almost to the Salon already, and with the area around him making him subconsciously wonder whether he should put his stats into strength or Charisma, he was hurriedly ushered out of the transport, still totally off balance.

"The feth are chakras and why do I need them realigned? Are they some sort of muscle?" he asked in bewilderment as Braze ushered him into the salon.

"Won't super-soft skin tear more easily?" Nathan asked in confusion as they reached the desk, Braze telling the desk attendant Nathan needed the works...

"But how do you detangle a soul?" Nathan asked in confusion, blinking.

His wife, Vera Mina , linked to him through their Force Bond, was laughing her ass off in his head. He saw a telepathically generated hallucination of her appear to his side that he did his best not to look at, because he was the only one that could see and hear her.

"Oh, this is too delicious not to watch, dear Husband..." Vera said merrily.

Nathan, desperately trying not to blush at being bathed by strangers could only go "Huh?" at Braze's question as other attendants hurried him off to be bathed, the hallucination of his wife laughing the whole way...

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Nathan Bloodscrawl

"It'll start to make sense soon enough," Braze promised with a wink, just before the staff gently but efficiently split them up for what could only be described as mandatory pampering.

The first stop? A full-body exfoliating bath, where attendants scrubbed them down with practiced precision, working up clouds of steam and lather. Every inch was cleaned, polished, and rejuvenated, complete with a shampoo, deep-conditioning treatment, and a high-gloss hair mask finish that left Nathan's hair gleaming like a starcruiser's hull after detailing.

From there, nail technicians took over, grooming hands and feet with near surgical focus, clipping, buffing, and moisturizing like they were prepping him for royalty or battle. Or in a place like this... both.

Nathan was then offered a traditional straight razor shave and a haircut, should he wish, before being guided into the massage suite, where ambient lighting and botanical mist turned the air into a sigh of its own.

There, he was given a choice: a classic relaxing massage or an optional deep tissue treatment, specifically designed to target muscular tension, break down stubborn knots, and improve circulation. It was the kind of massage typically reserved for athletes, executed by an impressively built masseur whose strong arms and sculpted chest didn't go unnoticed, even by those trying very hard not to notice.

Firm hands would work into deeper layers of muscle, methodically releasing pressure points and coaxing tight shoulders into surrender. It was less 'gentle rub' and more medical treatment.

Or he could take the tradtional full body with the delicate dainty hands of a caring attendant.

Afterward, warmed oils and aromatic balms were applied to hydrate and soothe the freshly cleansed skin leaving him practically anointed.

By the end of it all, Nathan had been through what could only be described as a humanoid speeder wash performed with an excruciating amount of meticulous reverence leaving him spotlessly clean.

Once he was released in to the bath house proper , Braze was waiting for him with a fizzy looking pink blue and purple drink in hand garnished with a little slice of something citrus. He wa dressed in a fluffy soft robe and smelled sweetly of some kind of oils as well.

"It's good to see you too. Want to take a seat in the sauna or maybe soak up soem warmth in one of the hot spring pools?" Braze asked gently. " Maybe you can fill me in on what all has happened since we last spoke?" He asked offering Nathan a glas and offering a 'cheers' motion. "Are you happy with your Twi'lek style manicure? They look really nice."

there were certainly more services to be had but they could actually relax for a while before then.