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[Máiréad Vrána]

Ansion, despite its prominence in agriculture famed throughout the Core, had never really invested in much outside the bare essentials. It was a communal sort of world, mostly comprised of farms and branches and not much else notable. It perpetuated the Selectivist philosophy that had otherwise been eradicated with religious fervor, with the exception of a few scattered examples--particularly in the Rosski System.

And so there was little in the way of advanced technology hovering above its golden sphere; nothing to watch over its amber plains of wheat aside from the infrequent monolithic turbolaser and ion cannon mountings provided by a Rebellion in years past.

One such mounting arose out of the Klomker property near Schedriystad, like a decrepit yet watchful guardian faithfully guarding against what evil forces may materialize one day. To some, it might not evoke such romantic imagery with its hulking metallic shell. But it undeniably dominated the otherwise placid and wind-whipped landscape of the grain fields.

It was in this field where Máiréad Vrána stood, beholding her labor of past and present, motionless as her coat fluttered in a healthy breeze and her surveying equipment stood idly at attention. The shadowy box of war that lay a few hundred meters before her reminded of more noble times in her life. It was because of her that it had been constructed, and now she must revisit such a monument to value the dimensions and worth of the land on which it rested.

Times were simpler now for her. Maybe for the best. But the glory was gone now; the sheen to her legacy, much like the rust settling in on the turbolaser's housing. The hero--and villain--in her had died. And now she simply worked her trade in the wheat fields, little more than a farmgirl as she waited for either a sign or a final death...

 

[nisa luma]

Zeltros

The party planet of the galaxy, people cane all around for its many many attractions. From the club's to the beaches right down to the dirty dark secrets it kept in the city of party...for many sometimes came for the zeltrons...their ohermones providing a sort of elevated feeling for most species...combine that with either spice, booze, and a dancing girl and you got the usual in a club

Unlike the former, this place had technology all over the place, speeders dotting the sky's, ships, freighters many different things flew and moved...the skyline had bright advertisements almost everywhere either for a product or some type of club..even the darker areas had them

And so nisa had just clocked off...she herself was a dancer in a club...wasnt a high end one but was decent...however she had a urge...she needed to leave this planet...longing to explore took her. So moving through the crowded streets to her home she packed what she could and straight to the space port...she needed to wait until the right moment

Two drunk men stumbled out of a medium size transport ship, she slowly moved on past them and in...quickly taking off as she heard yelling...not to long it took security to start flying after her...

come on you can fix these things you can run them!

She said to herself a s she started quicjly putting coords in and soon shot off as she reaches space

Ansion

Bursting out of hyperspace she realized she came out to close...panicing she started slowly bring her speed down...no good...like a shooting star for a wish she hustled towards a field...imoactimg roughly with a shriek as her head hit the top and kncoked her cold...the flaming wreckage leaving hole in the earth...

 

[Máiréad Vrána]

The lone female was caught in a trace-like sort of daydream, a spiritual mist of reverence for the past and the brave men and women who had served under her command for a cause they all believed worth fighting for. Even Máiréad--or at least her alter ego. She had not heard much of the Alliance she had founded since, but maybe that was for the best. Indirectly, they kept her protected and that much preserved her private lifestyle out here. There was enough of a Rebellion presence that remained to let her know that the movement was still alive.

Her black hair spun around her face in the typical dry wind, though the sudden and rapid scream of protecting air brought her out of her reverie and back to the now. It was no natural gust of wind, but the encroaching, blazing meteor of a charred freighter making its death dive into the tranquil stalks of grain. Máiréad instinctually ducked as its shadow swept over her before it made impact with a bone-rattling trembling of the earth. Wheat grass rustled all around as bits of upturned dirt and debris flew across the field, the bow of the crashed vessel plowing through scores of meters of the plain.

"Holy frakking Sithspit..."

After a few seconds of tension, Máiréad stood back up to full height and appraised the harshly altered scenery befor her. Not too far from the turbolaser emplacement sunk a toasted starcraft, flames licking at its fuselage and progressing towards the cockpit. She was no hero, as history had proven, but she would not stand by. After plucking her knife from inside her weathered boot, Máiréad hustled to the wreckage, fabric of her coat trailing behind her madly.

It took dozens of breathless seconds to traverse the distance between her surverying gear and the immolating ship, but she did arrive and made for the cockpit canopy. Someone was inside. Removing her coat, she used the heavy leather as a shield between her hand and the nearly molten transparisteel, pressing into a fissure and breaking the usually sturdy glass with relative ease. The coat, however, was not long for this world, and Máiréad retracted her hand and dropped the article almost immediately as it burned through from the sheer heat. She climbed into the pilot's compartment and soon had a young Zeltron woman in her arms.

"Come on... Please wake up..." she pleaded through gritted teeth as she laboriously hauled the unconscious lady out of the wreck.

[member="nisa luma"]

 

[nisa luma]

Her head screamed, she opened her eyes watching the world moving...mumbles and grains came from her...where was she? She knew not where she was her vision was seeing two three and fuzzy as a bantha. Her ears rang barely even hearing a voice as she drifted in and out of reality before she was back

where....what happened. ..

She was sure a leg was broke maybe it hurt like no other pain she had felt before, she looked up and saw the woman as her vision went nack for a moment and blinked before it messed up again as she spoke in a daze

holy crap angels do exist and they look amazing

She said weakly nut it could be heard as she started attempting to stand on her own putting weight on her right as she gritted her teeth and nearly fell on her butt

legs...hurts...ahhhh frak

 

[Máiréad Vrána]

Well, at least there were signs of life from the girl. Máiréad had not really been too invested in people as individuals, but she was not by any means stone-cold enough to allow what she assumed was at least a mostly innocent being to simply die on her watch. Medicine had, in fact, played no nominal role in her previous life. And so as the Zeltron stirred, the Raven endeavored only to drag her fragile body a comfortably secure distance from the smoldering starship before letting her waking body take control.

The compliment she received from the dazed pilot caught her ear, though she hardly paid any mind to it, attributing it to delirium. No doubt the girl was in shock, and Máiréad struggled to keep her from attempting anything too rash as she put weight on her feet. "Just lie down for a moment," the dark-haired one insisted, gently easing the crash victim onto the ground. "Was anyone else on your ship?" It had taken a lot of effort just to carry this one out. She was not exactly in her most youthful state these days. Say no. Please say no.

[member="nisa luma"]

 

[nisa luma]

[member="Máiréad Vrána"]

*she couldn't do much even as she was laid down she felt her body hurt as she panted looking up at the southern to the woman who saved her before looking away as she listened to her question...no...thankfully

just me...ahhh frak...i think my leg is broke

Really she had quite the amount of injuries really she should be dead, she let a breath out as she slowly sat up feeling her head throb as she looked to the ship and frowned...so much for seeing different places...

A thought hit her head...where was she...she looked to the lady., who she had to say was quite...she didn't know how to put it something about her though gave light to her natural beauty...

where am i...who are you...

Simple question as she tried standing again and fell in her butt again crying out in pain as she gripped her tight leg then let a breath out as she laid back panting

 

[Máiréad Vrána]

Nodding confirmation, Máiréad relaxed and returned her full attention to the crash survivor. It was strange that she would be alone, but the woman did not care to dwell on all that right now. There was little menace to conclude about someone who had so ungraciously plunged their spacecraft into a farm. The most harm she could currently cause was to herself.

She brought herself to a crouch next to the young woman and placed a hand gently on the leg that was bothering her so much. "Don't move it. You could make it worse," she ordered, then tried to change her tone to something more soothing.

"My name is Máiréad. What's your name?" she murmured. It was less out of formality and friend-making and more intentional to gauge her level of shock. First things first.

[member="nisa luma"]

 

[nisa luma]

[member="Máiréad Vrána"]

She heard her voice and immedialty stopped, being a dancer she had a...boss who was very controlling used such a tone that now hearing it just made her listen automatically

Her hearing was still shot...however she heard the name but couldn't distinguish the tone as she rubbed the side if her head which still hurt greatly...possibly a concussion

nisa...nisa that's my name...

She spoke at first as if unsure then again said her name with confidence as she sat there in the dirt looking round the place seeing the wheat...was she in a wheat field? Did she crash on a farm?

where am i?

 

[Máiréad Vrána]

It was an unfamiliar situation for her to be in after so long. Sure, she remembered emergency treatment procedures from battlefield days, but it had been so long. A cyclone of steps whirled through her brain, the fluidity she used to possess having decayed over the years.

She had a name, though. That was at least something. "Hello, Nisa." The words felt tepid, but she was trying the best she knew how. She had to comfort the girl enough before she could begin performing any actual medical tasks. "You're on a farm, yes. There's a town very close, but I can't carry you there myself."

Máiréad pressed her palm tenderly to Nisa's forehead, noticing how the lady was frequently rubbing at it. That could mean trouble. Continuing in her testing for shock, Máiréad asked, "Do you know the name of the planet you are on?" The Raven somewhat doubted it would mean anything if she did not know. Shooting into Ansion like she had was practically unheard of, and she could not recall the last time she had spotted a Zeltron out here.

[member="nisa luma"]

 

[nisa luma]

[member="Máiréad Vrána"]

She started putting the pieces she was given in her head....leasst the ones she could a s she squinted...so she was on a farm, from the looks it was a wheat farm decent size one for sure

Now the planet...nisa didn't know at all...a blind jump into space in a hurry dumped her out here, she looked to the lady as she felt her hand. She felt warm almost feverish but not there yet...one could also feel her head throbbed a bit.

i...i don't know what planet I am on currently

She said honestly as she frowned, mostly to herself at being so stupid to make such a mistake...she knew better then this, however what stopped her from saying anything out loud was that tender feeling of the hand...it relaxed her in a way...cinsdiering she was in a lot of pain

 

[Máiréad Vrána]

The pulse within the girl's temple was more pronounced than what Máiréad would assume to be indicative of good health, though, admittedly, she was not sure if she could apply her familiarity with human conditions to a Zeltron. Maybe this was normal? Even so, it had been telltale with all the head rubbing that there was pain up top.

She released her hands and perked up at the sound of a violent pop, glaring at the cooking freighter. It was probably just life support air tanks bursting under heated pressure, but it was hardly comforting all the same. "You're on a planet called Ansion, Nisa." she replied slowly, then stood up to full height.

"Stay right here. Don't move," Máiréad warned, then sprinted off to where her equipment lay. It was a bit of a challenge to locate it from within the saturated blocks of wheat, but she eventually emerged onto the gravel path where she had intended to set up shop and found her gear. Lugging the portable geothermic and laser distance sensors along with their tripods, the Raven tread at a more cautious pace on her return through the tall grass.

She appeared by Nisa's side again and set her equipment on the ground carefully, dropping to her knees and procuring a pair of straps. "Keep your leg steady, okay? I'm making a brace for it."

[member="nisa luma"]

 

[nisa luma]

[member="Máiréad Vrána"]

She was more awake now...the pain now not numbed at all as she gripped the ground and gritted here teeth as she sat up again. There had to be a rib cracked...maybe cpuld be bruising

She listened...ansion? She didn't know a planet like that at all...then again she didn't study the maps at all and knew your basic planets that most people would know about, the loud pop caused her to jump then let a breath put as she tried calling herself and relaxed

Watching here stand she got ordered to stay right where she was,not like she cpuld at all farthest she'd get if she did was maybe a few feet before passing out or falling. So she laid there looking up as she worked out all the details in her head...she stole the ship flew off got pursued need up shooting into however and out to close and crashed...now she was on a farm with a..rather beautiful woman who seemed friendly...

When she came back she sat up again as she gritted he teeth and held her right leg still as she gripped the ground knowing this would hurt

alright I'll try to not move it...Frak...and I thought falling off a stage hurt a lot

 

[Máiréad Vrána]

Máiréad set to work, slowly but firmly wrapping the straps around Nisa's injured leg and one of the tripods that she placed tightly beside it to manufacture a splint. The dark-haired woman mostly ignored her comments unless they betrayed hurt or concern. Some things still caught her ear, but she believed it best to let such trivial things go as mere shock-induced babble.

Calmly, she inquired little things to ease the young woman's confusion and keep her mind off the pain. "Where are you from, Nisa?" She was fairly certain she knew the answer, but it was best to let her patient distract herself from the process at hand. "Do you know why you were flying here?" she asked as she finished up the leg brace. As soon as she had spoken it, however, she tensed at what answer she might receive. Why would someone be flying out here?

She wasn't being paranoid, was she?

[member="nisa luma"]

 

[nisa luma]

[member="Máiréad Vrána"]

zeltros...never been of planet till now

She then thought about the next question...she coudlnt exactly tell the truth a s she did steal this ship..however she had to twist the truth a bit as she felt the leg brace be fixed as she looked to the lady

well, I was boarding that transport you saw me in...and two big men tried to force their way on so I kncoked them off panicked and made a jump...and ended up crashing

It was mostly the truth honestly, she attempted to stand finding with the brace she could do just that as she wobbled and stood straight up letting a breath out. She looked around again noting the size of the farm and the nature around it

woooow....ive never seen so much green in my entire life...

She was awestruck say the least enjoying the view before her eyes moving to the woman as she smiled