Private Aftermath

[Haro Aven]

As part of the Caldera Crisis of Elom, where the forces of light and dark collided in an epic skirmish to defend the fleeing Ashlans from the invading Sith Order, a battle took place at the guild-palace in the capitol city of Elos where several brave members of the Galactic Alliance fought to defend the palace and its inhabitants from the infamous Darth Carnifex. Among those brave souls were Jedi Padawan Niynx Ioune , Lao-ta and Agent Dominik Borra . Although they fought well, the Dark Lord's power was too great and they were forced to retreat, calling in The Little Minnow and its pilot, Haro Aven, to get them out safely before it was too late. They may have escaped the battle of Elom alive but the dangers of the Outer Rim Territories are many and the Sith Order still lurks nearby.​

{Artist Credit Darth Caedes}

>_ Outer Rim Territories > Sertar Sector [Hyperspace] |
>_ Aboard The Little Minnow |

The hum of the Minnow’s engines filled the cockpit as stars streaked into shimmering lines, indicating the jump to hyperspace. Heart racing, Haro gripped the control yoke as a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension surged through him.

“We did it, buddy! We made it!” He exclaimed to his little droid companion, laughing a bit in disbelief.

As he watched the mesmerizing transition into hyperspace, a breathtaking plunge into a dimension where time and space danced to a different rhythm, he was suddenly struck by how surreal it all was. He was certainly a far cry from where he’d been a handful of standard weeks back – a nobody mechanic in Mrs. Kaal’s shipyard in the underbelly of Coruscant, dreaming of a life of adventure among the stars. Now he was here, an actual pilot, rescuing Jedi from Sith invasions, entrusted with the ship that had once been a broken-down relic until his hands had breathed life back into its mechanical heart.

Bodie’s little warble snapped Haro from his moment of revery and he shook his head, tossing his mop of thick dark hair from side to side. His quick clever hands flew across the controls, activating autopilot mode for now. He knew he had some time before the ship dropped out of hyperspace and he wanted to check on the others to make sure they were alright. Haro had been too far away and too distracted by piloting them out of an active war zone to really see anything too clearly but whoever the person Niynx and Lao-ta had brought aboard looked to have been in rough shape.

Once everything was set with the Minnow, Haro sprung up from his seat and took off toward the back of the ship. Bodie’s little repulsor wings whirred, doing their best to keep up with the spritely boy. When he found the three others, Haro’s eyes went wide with shock and he stopped short. The lingering feeling of being way out of his league settled like a rock in the boy’s stomach as he took in the state of his companions and the mysterious man they’d brought aboard – the blood, the burns and the brutal aftermath of their battle with whoever that giant Sith guy was.

“H-how can I– How can I help?” Haro finally managed, trying to keep the tremor from his voice as he stepped forward with solemn determination.​

 

[Dominik Borra]

The Sith Emporer. The cold snow. Pools of black and red. Burning red eyes. Tumbling. Feeling of defeat. Honestly, it had been so long since he had been beaten like that, he'd thought the next time that'd happen he'd die. He was lucky he had Jedi and friends to survive the same battle and get him out.

He wasn't sure what he laid on now. His helmet had been taken off, allowing him to breath clean air in the tiny ship. His face had bruises and cuts and dots of his own blood, his lips covered in the same. As he fell down the stairs he must have broken something that was making him cough up blood. That wasn't good. And his lifeline to instant and overwhelming help had been severed with his left arm. The Spy would have to rely on the Padawan and a knight's abilities to keep him alive. The stump of his left arm, just a little below the shoulder, was a mess of metal and wires and dripping oil. His right arm, normally covered in black armor, now slick with scarlet from a seeping wound in the elbow. He had lost a lot of blood already, and his attention was going in and out. He'd start blacking out soon.

​

The ship gave that familiar thrum as it hit hyperspace, and Dominik was happy to finally be out of the warzone.

“H-how can I– How can I help?”

That was the voice of the young pilot. He was standing nearby, but the ship, to Dominik, had just hit hyperspace. Already fading, then. "A bucket." He murmured. "I'm making a mess of your floor." He had no idea what he was bleeding onto. "Something hot. Gotta... Gotta stop the artery... it's bleeding too much." He vaguely considered using the Blaster he hadn't ended up using in the fight. It was an older weapon from his strange trip to the Mirrorverse decades ago. It was a pistol but had the punching power of a rifle. If he used that it'd sooner blow his arm off than seal an artery. Nevermind. A lightsaber was too thick for the job. "Screwdriver? In a saber?" He thought out-loud without context.

 

[Niynx Ioune]

<< Sterilization and stabilization. Manage the pain. Basic treatment. Hydrate the body. Emotional support. >>
— Jedi Padawan Niynx Ioune, a mnemonic.​

• Outer Rim Territories
• Sertar Sector
• Hyperspace
• Tags— Lao-ta | Dominik Borra | Haro Aven

"Sterilization. Stabilization—" Niynx muttered breathlessly, punching in passcodes for The Minnow's medical closet.​

Consecutive, shifting plates slid open and folded back, displaying a relative wealth of medicines, antiseptics, and various specialized tools or applicators.

"Manage the pain. Basic treatment," he stuttered, eyes heavy, skin a burning shade of sunset red.​

With shaking fingers, he traced through the lines of available equipment and drugs, cursing himself for feeling so unfamiliar with the many names and their associated properties.

"C-Control the bleeding," he repeated, staring. His cloak was covered in the warriors blood. It was on his hands and in his hair.​

"Control the bleeding...!"​

He had to act, and began making selections, pulling bandages, sterile rags, and antiseptic gels free from their individual drawers, handing them off to his Master, behind. Go! He gestured, assuming that she was the greater healer— that she'd know what to do! Go and take care of the warrior!

Niynx turned back to his supplies, trusting his Master to make haste, but slumped against the wall. His eyes felt heavy, his flesh hot, and his tongue lulled like thick leather in a desert-dry mouth.

"Hydrate the body," he muttered again, absently wondering if he was in shock.​

"Hydrate the body. Emotional support." ​

He began filling his arms again...

 

[Lao-ta]

Niynx Ioune Dominik Borra Haro Aven

Lao-ta focused on healing her own injuries as her apprentice frantically handed her medical supplies, regaining some of the lost feeling in her hands. Lightning scars traced up her forearms and she wondered if they would linger. They certainly didn't seem to be fading. As she gathered herself and felt her body begin to function normally again she took stock of what had been handed her. All good if she had intended a normal healing, but with the force as her ally she should only need the antiseptics.

She moved to the warrior's side and laid out the supplies. She reached up and began removing the armor from his arm. Arterial bleeding. Normal medicine wouldn't be fast enough to save his life short of a good cauterization. She tore the sleeve away revealing the wound fully. "This will burn but I'll be quick about it. You'll be resting peacefully soon." She took a bottle of antiseptic solution and squeezed, rinsing the wound clear of blood for a moment before pressing a bandage over it firmly. Then she reached out with her senses feeling the life essences of everyone in the ship, feeling the flow of the living force as it connected them all, and with just a touch of that life essence she focused on the wound in the man's arm and willed it to begin knitting back together. It would take a few moments, but he would live. "What is your name friend?"

 

[Haro Aven]

>_ Outer Rim Territories > Sertar Sector [Hyperspace] |
>_ Aboard The Little Minnow |
>_ Tags: Niynx Ioune | Lao-ta | Dominik Borra |

Haro's gemstone eyes shifted between the injured man babbling at him, the blood spilling onto the floor, Niynx frantically searching the medical closet, and Lao-ta, who was somehow still a serene presence in the midst of the chaos. His despondent gaze landed on his padawan friend as he slumped against the wall and Haro found himself at his side before he had even registered moving.

"Hey, hey, Niynx, are you ok?" He tried to keep his voice calm but his nervousness and worry was clear. He almost reached out to offer physical support but Niynx was already back to gathering supplies. Now that he was so close, no more than a foot or two away, he could feel the heat radiating from the padawan and he could make out just how bad his burns were. His eyes widened and his brow knit together in a pained expression as he was overcome by empathy and concern for his friend.
​

"Hydrate the body. Emotional support."​

Haro's brain finally seemed to come online as he registered the mumbled words. He finally had a task, an action to take, a direction that made sense.

"Bodie, go get drinking water packs. As many as you can carry. Quick," Haro fired off over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off Niynx. The little bug droid bobbed in the air, warbling an affirmative before buzzing off.

"Hey, let me help," he offered with warm kindness and a better grip on his nerves as he closed the distance, reaching out to encourage Niynx to pass off the items he was gathering. It was a gentle yet insistent move intended to coax Niynx away from what he was busying himself with so that Haro could at least try to do something about those burns. It reminded Haro of a time when one of his fellow mechanics had been too close to a damaged ion engine when it blew up. The poor guy survived the explosion but suffered a kind of burn that cooked from the inside out and ended up killing him slowly over time. He glanced over at Lao-ta who was settled in next to the newcomer, calmly focused on him and his wounds, and wrapped in the intense stillness indicative of when she or Niynx was doing something with the Force. He turned back to Niynx.

"Listen, I'll give these to Lao-ta but I think she's got it for now, OK? Would you sit down, please Niynx, so I can help you?" He looked pleadingly at his friend, trying to gather his eye contact so he might see the powerful reason in those crystalline eyes. He held his hand out as best he could while holding the supplies, as if discouraging Niynx from following as he backed toward Lao-ta, then gestured to the bench seat nearby insistently. He turned for a quick moment to place the items beside the Jedi Knight and spotted a desensitizer device among the items Niynx had pulled from the closet. Bodie buzzed over, both its arms loaded with twelve-once water packs. Haro helped Bodie drop a few beside Lao-ta then grabbed the desensitizer and a couple waters and made to hurry back to Niynx.​

 

[Dominik Borra]

The brown-haired kid looking over him was replaced by a woman. The Jedi who had landed and leapt into the fight, moments before he himself was taken out. He guesses the kid wasn't sure what Dominik was trying to get at. He was a kid, couldn't blame him. And he probably looked pretty messed up, all things considered. He coughed up some more blood, unable to do more than turn his head to avoid coughing onto the Jedi woman.

She took his arm and began removing the armor, tugging and jerking his body a little. It was ruined, but he was sure he'd be able to get it replaced and repaired. What mattered was his bleeding. The pain that registered from moving around was background. As far as he could tell the wound was small but deep, ripping at the tendons and veins and bone right at the joint. She said it was going to burn, and it did, when she put on antiseptic, but he was so tired, darkness creeping in and threatening to envelope him if he wasn't focused on keeping awake. The pain did little more than make him clench his teeth. A minute later, he felt the Force working on him.

He wasn't sensitive, but he had lived and trained around Force Users of all types and creeds his entire life. With all that experience he had learned that quiet, invisible tension in the air was The Force at work. She was healing his arm.

"What is your name friend?"

He gave a small, bloody smile at her. "Dominik-" He gave a small cough again, turning his head quickly. His head swam at the quick movement, but after a moment and some deep breaths he pulled himself back to face her. "Dominik Borra." Despite the blood in his mouth his voice was dry, parched. "SIA. Task Force Null." He weakly turned his head to look around the space. "The... two padawans. Are they alright?"

 

[Niynx Ioune]

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• Outer Rim Territories
• Sertar Sector
• Hyperspace
• Tags— Haro Aven | Lao-ta | Dominik Borra

Niynx felt himself slump again, his vision growing hazy. Absently, he was aware of dropping something he'd just collected and the shattering sound of glass. Oh well, he thought, better get that. He began to reach for the upturned shards but someone was there to stop him, speaking words he didn't recognize or understand. Were the lights getting brighter in here, he wondered in a moment of surreal vacancy? Where was... here... again?

Niynx tried to turn and scan the hectic room around him, tried to gather his bearings, but his body felt as if it were stuck in a vat of cooling duracrete. He didn't recognize these people... did he? There was a trail of blood across the floor. Dominik, he thought to himself, though he couldn't remember who the name belonged to. Dominik Borra. ​

"He'll protect me," Niynx muttered, his words sounding dry and slurred.​

He waved his hand as if brushing off a persistent insect.

Who kept talking to him? Couldn't he just close his eyes and rest for now?

Nearby, Niynx could feel as someone reached into the healing torrents of the Force. Master La T'vil was there, he felt suddenly sure. He could see her now— how had he missed her before? She just looked a little different, he cooed to himself, that's all. Still, something felt wrong about the observation, twisting at Niynx's insides and making him feel queazy, but before he could figure out why, Haro emerged and Niynx reached to take his hand. Finally! Someone he recognized. ​

"Hrrro," he tried, the words barely forming.
"I'ont feelso good." ​

 

[Lao-ta]

Lao-ta smiled at the man's concern for the padawans. "They made it out alive. The girl seemed shaken but whole when we parted ways."
She shot a glance to where Haro was tending to Niynx. "My padawan though seems to have pushed himself quite hard. He'll need some tending soon." She focused again on the flesh that was knitting itself back together in the man's arm. She wasn't done here. Haro would have to care for Niynx for the time being. Both Niynx and Dominik had done amazingly well against a superior force. "Thank you for looking after them." She whispered softly to her patient.

Niynx Ioune Dominik Borra Haro Aven

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik nodded and let his eyes drift back up to the ceiling. She was working on him and he needed to reserve all the energy he could. He wasn't even focusing on his eyes, just resting and listening. And she whispered to him. Thanked him. He took a breath and reached out to her with his left arm. Or he would have, he was trying to. Right, blown off. So instead he gave a soft smile, his voice was creaky like floorboards. "You got the wrong guy. I don't get thanked." It was a poor joke that sent him coughing blood again, and again he turned his head away from her.

Lao-ta​

 

[Haro Aven]

"No--No!" Haro practically leaped to close the distance as the padawan slowly, unsteadily, tried to kneel and pick up the broken shards.
"Niynx. Don't. Bodie can take care of that."
He was prepared to stop him physically but fortunately Niynx seemed to register his words, even if just barely. Haro instructed his little droid to start cleaning up the mess and he tucked the water pouches away in his pocket for now to free up one of his hands, maintaining an acute awareness of his injured friend even as he fidgeted with the desensitizer device. He shifted his weight from side to side, trying to keep the looming feelings of helpless and doubt from overwhelming him. His hands were shaking but he managed to turn the little device on.

Finally, Niynx seemed to find lucidity and register the familiar face of Haro who was there to meet his hand with his own the moment it reached out to him. In one smooth motion, Haro carefully lifted Niynx's arm and ducked under it so he could place himself just beside him to best support his weight, wrapping his arm around the other boy's waist and pressing the desensitizer to his torso. It would take time to really start to numb the pain and it would only effect a relatively small surface area at a time but it was it was something.

"Yeah, I bet. Don't worry, I've got you." He responded to the slurred words with the same affected calmness with a strong undercurrent of concern as before as he gently guided Niynx over the bench seat only a few paces away.
"Let's just sit down here for a second, OK?" He helped Niynx sit before taking a seat beside him, then guided the padawan's hand up to hold the desensitizer in place and fished a water pouch from his pocket. He pulled out the built in straw out which broke the seal and held it up to his friend, prepared to hold it for him while he drank it if needed.

"Here. Can you drink this for me, please?"

Niynx Ioune | Dominik Borra | Lao-ta

 

[Niynx Ioune]

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• Outer Rim Territories
• Sertar Sector
• Hyperspace
• Tags— Lao-ta | Haro Aven | Dominik Borra

Dazed, Niynx nodded in Harro's direction and reached with trembling fingers to fumble and grope at the proffered water. As he drew it to him, as he drank, the Padawan stared out with bloodshot eyes and a vacant gaze. He could feel the beverage move through his throat, icy and sobering, all of the way down into his belly where it joined with the roiling sensations of unease. Gradually, the water pack flattened and Niynx removed the straw from his lips. Blinking unsteadily, he pointed to the bleeding warrior across from him and looked to his friend, beseechingly.

"— saved my life," Niynx said, sounding short for breath, as if it were all he could do just to shove up the words and squeeze them from his lips.​

"Help... me over to him...?"​

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[Haro Aven]

Haro watched his friend suck down the water gratefully. He made to pull another pouch from his pocket but noticed Niynx's longing look over his shoulder. Haro followed Niynx's gaze to the where the injured man lay, literally having his flesh knit back together by a Jedi Knight. It was all Haro could do not to gawk at the sight before his attention snapped back the padawan as he spoke.

"— saved my life. Help... me over to him...?"

Haro searched his friend's face for a moment, seeing how important this was to him despite his injuries, then nodded. He popped open the straw on the new water pouch and handed it off to Niynx.

"Yeah, OK. Maybe drink this one too though," he said, scooting in close and gently moving the boy's arm around his shoulders so he could secure an arm around his waist and more easily leverage his weight. He was prepared to help Niynx up off the bench and provide any amount of support he could for the short stroll to the Jedi and her patient.

Niynx Ioune | Lao-ta | Dominik Borra

 

[Lao-ta]

Lao-ta smiled as she worked. She didn't know this man. Not really. But her gratitude was real. "You do today. You helped protect the future of the jedi order." She stopped to check her progress. The injury was no longer life threatening so she broadened the scope of her healing to affect the man more generally. "I'm afraid I can't do much about the missing arm, but we should be able to find a replacement soon enough."

Dominik Borra Haro Aven Niynx Ioune

 

[Niynx Ioune]

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• Outer Rim Territories
• Sertar Sector
• Hyperspace
• Tags— Lao-ta | Dominik Borra | Haro Aven

"Help... me over to him...?"​

"Yeah, OK. Maybe drink this one too though," Haro said, offering to take Niynx's weight in aid.​

"Wise," he acquiesced, accepting both the second water pack and the improved stability of the other boy's shoulders.​

Niynx put the straw to numb lips and drank.

By the time the pair crossed through the Minnow's belly that second water was depleted, a plastic husk Niynx clutched to his chest long after the expiration of its otherwise intended usefulness. There, Dominik Borra lay beneath the curative ministrations of Lao-ta, her own presence a beacon of light within the Force. Whether through the dizzying mechanisms of pure primal delirium, or through the instinct of well practiced experience, Niynx responded to the warmth of his Master by reaching out with his own senses and calling upon the healing techniques with which he was most familiar. In a breath, he filled himself with light and vitality, enough to gather his wits and smile down at the wounded warrior. The result was a sort of sloppy, one sided and roguish aspect, the silently nodded greeting from one warrior to another, the horror and shared camaraderie from their battle against Darth Carnifex yet held captive within their gaze.

Strange. Even now in the safety of his ship, with the man defenseless before him, he sensed nothing from Dominik within the Force; as if he didn't even exist, like he wasn't even really there at all.

"Master," he said, laying fingers against his forehead as if trying to press away a headache.​

"We're not safe here. Not yet. They— they..."​

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They knew the Minnow was coming... ​

 

[Dominik Borra]

"You helped protect the future of the jedi order."

He coughed once more and looked at her. She wouldn't know why, but hearing her say that, be thankful for him... It brought tears to his eyes. If only she knew what he had done in the past. He had a lot more padawans to save to make up for that. But still, it touched him.

"I'm afraid I can't do much about the missing arm, but we should be able to find a replacement soon enough."

That made him chuckle into another cough. He felt the healing energy wash gently over him, touching him all over and inside. Hopefully it could move the broken rib causing him to cough blood. "Don't worry about the arm. I'll get a new one as soon as I get back to Coruscant."

Then the padawan stepped into view, the one who had stood up to Carnifex, called him out and withstood the man's assaults. He looked as beat up as Dominik was. Maybe more. He smiled at the youth and the boy holding him up. He looked to Lao-ta. "Your padawan-" He cleared his throat and almost started coughing again, but toughed through the urge. "He stood up to Carnifex. Did well against him. You should be proud of the kid."

"Master," he said, laying fingers against his forehead as if trying to press away a headache."We're not safe here. Not yet. They— they..."

Oh great. More trouble. Even in the middle of hyperspace there were plenty of things that could go wrong. His arm mostly repaired and no longer bleeding so heavily, he moved it to his thigh holster. By the Force did it take some effort to move, and the new skin was still tender and fragile. Despite the distress and with a grunt of discomfort he pulled his heavy blaster pistol and laid it on his chest. It was of a make and design none of them had most likely seen. It wasn't from here, this version of the Galaxy. It had the power of a military rifle packed into a shiny pistol.

Lao-ta Niynx Ioune Haro Aven

 

[Haro Aven]

The smiles shared between Niynx and the wounded man were contagious and Haro found himself moved by the profound camaraderie between the warriors. However, the relative peace passed as quickly as it had come when the padawan uttered his ominous words. Haro's eyes widened at the heavy blaster the wounded man pulled from its holster in response. As if on queue, the ship sounded a cautionary alert, warning its passengers of a the impending drop out of hyperspace. Bodie appeared next its master with a concerned warble. Haro knew the jump would be brief considering it was only intended to get them free of Sith pursuers over Elom but it had felt too brief.

"Blast! We're dropping out of hyperspace. Gotta go!" As quickly and as gently as he could manage, he extricated himself from Niynx before taking off toward the cockpit with impressive speed, his little bug droid buzzing after him.

Haro launched himself into the pilot's seat just as the ship lurched and the streaming star lines collapsed. The seemingly endless tunnel of hyperspace was suddenly replaced with a menacing mass of durasteel and death. A massive interdictor battlecruiser loomed before the Little Minnow like a predator closing in on them in the vast sea of space. Haro recognized the type of ship instantly from his studies back home, his keen memory recalling the information as if he was reading the pages, and knew it to be of Sith make. He could see the interdictor's tractor beams were already rotating to lock on, as if they had somehow predicted their emergence from hyperspace. Haro was momentarily stunned by the unexpected appearance, his eyes gone wide and jaw dropping open as he muttered, "Oh no..."

Haro shook off his shock and took action immediately. His clever hands flew across the controls as he switched the ship off autopilot and keyed the local coms before he grabbed the yoke and yanked it to the side in an effort to turn tail and flee.

"Interdictor! Definitely not friendly! Taking evasive maneuvers! Brace yourselves!" He shouted over the coms, his voice cracking with the strain of his panic.

"Bodie, find us a way out of here! Quick!" The little droid landed on one of the control panels and plugged into the ship's system. It began shifting through the nav computer in an effort to find a safe place nearby but it had a very limited capacity to process such a nuanced request, especially under such dire time constraints.

Niynx Ioune | Lao-ta | Dominik Borra

 

[Lao-ta]

"Interdictor! Definitely not friendly! Taking evasive maneuvers! Brace yourselves!"

STARS! An interdictor! They were a type of cruiser made to pull vessels from hyperspace and hold them with powerful tractor beams. What world had they arrived at? The force ever guided her. They must be here for a reason. She would have faith that they could handle whatever came their way. Besides they weren't caught yet.

She rose from her healing work. Dominik would be sore still but the worst of his injuries were healed. That would have to do for now. Calmly she made her way to the cockpit to get a better read on the situation. Haro was right. It was definitely a sith cruiser. She reached out with the force and tried to predict the path the tractor beams would take as she took the co-pilot's chair, immediately beginning to put in vectors for a flight path that would take them towards the far side of the world.
"Follow this path if you can. It should keep us ahead of the tractors for a few moments. You need to put the planet between us."
She put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You've got this Haro."

Haro Aven Niynx Ioune Dominik Borra

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dropping out of Hyperspace? Haro either lost track of time, or they hadn't reached their destination. The second meant-

"Interdictor! Definitely not friendly! Taking evasive maneuvers! Brace yourselves!"

That's what he was afraid of. His arm was still sore and it felt uncomfortable to move, but he reached out and grabbed Niynx by his robes, pulling him downwards a little. "Sit down, hang on!" He grabbed the gun on his chest with his left hand- No, he didn't. He wanted to, but again, no arm. He kept a hold on Niynx, his heels digging into the bed or whatever he laid on to help hold him.

The ship rocked and wove it's way through space as the pilot made his way, meaning the two wounded passengers were swaying and getting tossed around in the back, having nothing to hold them down but themselves. His pistol rolled off his chest and into Niynx Ioune 's possession, and Dom could do nothing but hope the young boy held onto it.

Haro Aven | Lao-ta | Niynx Ioune

 

[Niynx Ioune]

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• Outer Rim Territories
• Sertar Sector
• Hyperspace
• Tags— Lao-ta | Haro Aven | Dominik Borra

"Interdictor! Definitely not friendly!" Haro shouted over ship comms.​

"Taking evasive maneuvers! Brace yourselves!"​

"Sit down, hang on!" The SIA agent commanded in a tone which left little room for argument.​

The ship bucked and Niynx's eyes widened, only belatedly re-remembering exactly how weak his body was. Blasts! He began to careen off balance, but Dominik caught him. Niynx grabbed onto whatever he could find for stability with one hand, then pulled himself over the wounded man to use his body weight like a seat belt, gripping onto the bed's far side and hugging him into place.

Something sharp pricked at his senses, like biting into something spicy or smelling something unexpectedly sour. Niynx winced in place and shut his eyes tight. A disturbance in the Force like being watched by a monster in the closet; something sinister, though perhaps not decidedly Sith, either. Somehow, someone— or many someones, even— from the approaching cruiser were reaching out to feel him in the Force. Like with the touch of unwanted hands, Niynx shied away from the sensation, attempting to ground himself in the Force and clear his mind, to repel the effect and hide himself away. ​

[ _OOC: Niynx is sensing the dark side Navigators onboard this Sith cruiser ]

 

[Haro Aven]

Haro immediately felt more at ease when the Jedi Knight took the co-pilot's seat, her calm confidence bolstering his shaken resolve. He adjusted their course to follow her lead even before she'd finished her sentence. For a moment, he was almost overwhelmed by her faith in him, then he puffed up and grinned, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Yeah," he said as if convincing himself. "Yeah, I've got this."

The young pilot made some quick adjustments to the controls to divert power and optimize the ship's speed and maneuverability. The Little Minnow peeled off toward the nearby planet, the interdictor's tractor beam on its tail like the maw of a hungry predator. Just as the plan seemed like it just might work, the celestial body steadily filling the viewport as they closed the distance, Haro noticed a series of new blips on the display and his stomach dropped.

"They're deploying fighters!"

Lao-ta | Niynx Ioune | Dominik Borra