Private Bound Around Clouds

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Time had passed like a bad rhyme to the sound effect of smashed glass to an extent.
Seconds became minutes as minutes became more minutes. Something and sommat.
Chit changed outfits. Combat outfit. Current outfit. Unfortunately, Jayrenel, well, didn’t.
Couldn’t help it. She’s helpless. JUST. A. STUPID. MUTED. DOCTOR. Whatever that meant.

Chit ran toward the cockpit where she had already placed the lady in a purple dress in.
Mentioned something about damn mercs, whether they ever even knew about honor.
To be fair, Jay was less interested in such topics. Too frustrated to be pretty honest.
Right. Chit didn’t place the doctor in the cockpit. Jay snuck in. Trying to stay hidden.

For a simple reason, really. Apart from being completely and utterly useless, that is.
Chit, this Mandalorian woman, was absolutely useless and dangerous, as so proven.
Sure, she’s the doctor’s rescuer, but what had she rescued her from, exactly, at that?
There Jay is, a corner of the cockpit, surrounded by enemies, BOUND AND GAGGED.

“OW UH I OH IH EY AW AW UH, UH!?”

Still in this stupid purple dress draped over bound legs, knees bent, like a lost puppy.
Still with her hands tied back behind her waist, head craned, and gazing up dumbly.
Sure, Jay could complain of her predicament, but who’s gonna listen anyway? Chit?
Fat chance. Chit is busy not removing the gag off a tormented poor Metrum’s lips!

“OW. UH. I. OH. EH. I. AH. IH-EE. AW. I. UH-UL. AH.”

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

"What's up Doc?!" Hilal spoke through the intercom. In hindsight, she should've just pushed the Doctor to the cockpit but the woman was pretty heavy and Hilal was gambling on the fact that the auto turret could off a bunch of Mercenaries. Despite the fact these weren't some random thugs from Coruscant Underground.

Jay continued to yell through her gag, argh if only Hilal had some water to throw at her. "Oh there you are Doc!" Hilal turned around noticing Jay sitting next to her on the cockpit. "Hopped your way inside eh?!"

The sounds blaster fire was heard as well as the screams of mercenaries. "The turret is doing its job!" Hilal smirked frantically typing at the navicomputer preparing for lift off. "Better strap in Doc!" Hilal yelled pressing the button to release the landing gear. "Take off is going to be rough!"

Jayrenel Metrum

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Moments passed and, getting tired of sitting on her ass, Jay naturally got up with newfound fire.
Didn’t matter however many enemies were chasing her ass and that of her ‘partner’ and kriff ‘em.
Hands bound behind her back, a bind on her feet even, mouth gagged, it was time to be different.
In the sense that hopping between compartments gave Jay some much needed accomplishment.

Okay. So she’s useless at the moment. She gets it. That doesn’t mean she can't do something, right?
So with a hop and a bop, and “UFF!” and an “OOF!”, well, Dr. Jayrenel Metrum’s still screaming inside.
Can’t do much about it, however. Finally, she bounced her way to the cockpit to listen to a mercenary.
Hopped my way inside!? Jay is utterly speechless, quite right! Pun definitely not intended. Oh, naturally.

“I IH UH-IH AW OO UH IH-OO A IH-EE-IN IH-UH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” she screamed.

Never mind the screams of mercenaries. Kriff this piece of chit, Chit, who was supposed to save her.
Yet what had this little chick done for the woman, exactly, apart from constantly put her life in danger?
That remained to be seen, maybe. Turret was doing its job? Great! Save the day! Prepare for liftoff.
Wait. The good doc tilted her head. “Ah-ih?” Was that a joke? “I’M AW-EH-EE AH-IH OOH UH-IH IHH”

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

"What was that?!" Hilal yelled continuously typing on the control panel making the final preparations for lift off. The faint sounds of blaster fire were heard hitting her hull to little affect. The auto cannon that Hilal installed began to open fire on the mercenaries, the young woman seeing the first person camera of the weapon mowing down 3 mercs while the rest tired to take cover. Only problem was that there was nowhere to hide which left the mercenaries at the mercy of the auto cannon.

"Look at them getting ripped apart!" Hilal laughed hearing the roar of the engines. "It's a good thing I've made some modifications to the cannon! That thing could barely function when I bought it off a merchant Tatooine!"

The young woman grinned at Jay who still looked agitated. "Don't worry!" Hilal said. "As soon as we have lift off, I'll take off that gag off ya!"

As soon as she said those words, Hilal's starship started to ascend and Hilal accelerated the ship into orbit. "Just gotta create some distance," Hilal muttered. "How are you doing Doc?!"

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Current Outfit

Spoiler: Music IC

“Look at them getting ripped apart!” Chit exclaimed. Frankly Jay was too busy staying sane.
With her binds in place, it was hard just to stay safe in this car and just to keep in one piece.
Her apparent savior wasn’t doing much to prevent such danger as it was amid all her roaring.
Laughing at this or laughing at that, as the engines roared and blasters blasted like it's a game.

It’s a good thing I’m not free otherwise I’d take those modifications AND I'D SHOVE THEM UP YOUR—
The vehicle that was her prison barge shifted as it drifted into the wind and she slid across the floor.
“I UH-UH AY IH AH-IH AH UH IH UH UH AH!” She answered back as to Chit’s stupid dumb merchant.
Hands clasped behind back. Ankles tied. A gag across her lips and never mind freedom being urgent.

Chit didn’t give a chit. She was evidently too busy playing mercenary as she escaped mercenaries.
The ship shifted, targeting its trajectory, while inevitably music indubitably hit within the cockpit.
Guess my butt must have pressed a button or somethin' hmmm ON ACCOUNT OF BEING BOUND.
Truly, the great and duly dubbed Dr. Jayrenel Metrum was at the mercy of living a captive’s duty.

Whatever that meant. Probably nothing in the end. Ultimately Chit’s kriffin’ promises meant nothin’.
As soon as we have lift off I’m gonna take this ship and ram it up your ass. Jay promised her savior.
Such as she was. Whose fault was all this anyway? Right. The guys who caught the doctor fumblin’.
Somethin’. Problem was Chit wasn’t doing anythin’ to free Jay so please forgive her kriffin’ behavior.

“OW AH I OOH-IH!?” Jay blinked. By this point she was somewhere in the cockpit head to the floor.
“WHY EH EE UH EHL OO OW I AH OOH-IH!” Knees bent, hands behind back, and butt sticking up.
“UH I UH IH-AH I A UH UH OO-IH UH-UH-EH-EE!” Like she was practicing a fire drill or some stuff.
“EH I EH OO IH AY EE AW OO EE I OH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” At that, she banged her head with a roar.

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

Hilal looked down witnessing the good doctor rolling around and flopping like a fish. In a way it was kind of amusing seeing thrash around, but of course Hilal needed to help her. “Oh chit!” Hilal turned to her Droid: DVA who was napping on corner of the control panel next to the co pilots chair.

“DVA get up!” Hilal hissed a bit surprised that her droid friend slept through the whole mess. DVA quickly stood up bolt straight his dark lens focusing on the Jay who was continuing to squirm then to Hilal giving her rapid beeps.

“NO! She is not rotting sea cow!” Hilal huffed struggling to get Jay to her feet. “Check your sensors DVA, she’s a woman!”

DVA gave a couple of nervous beeps in response.

“DVA said he’s sorry Jay!” Hilal smiled. “Come on! Let’s get this gag off of you!”

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Current Outfit

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

Okay...so maybe Jay could have thought about all of this logically and just sit still and be quiet.
Honestly, it was probably the thing to do given that she knew she couldn’t move or even speak.
However, here was the difference with her predicament: she had been suffering this constantly.
It felt like weeks already. You try having your hands and feet tied and mouth kept beyond silent.

Right. She wasn’t that quiet. She managed to utter muffled words and hoped her partner heard.
Understood? Different story. Rest assured, however, every word from the purple slurp mattered.
At least to her. She knew what she was saying. All she could do was speak her piece to the other.
In fact, by kicking her feet, struggling to break free, despite the futility, was defiance as a dagger.

This chit had gone on for too long and Chit seemed more interested in just flying away in her ship.
The other item of attention on Dr. Jayrenel Metrum’s list is maybe this chick is another kidnapper.
Sure, she saved her from shooters, from the vehicle, didn’t seem evil, but wouldn’t put it past her.
Rather, Jay wanted to thank her as much as kick the crap out of her. Get this thing off me you BI—

“AW-EE EE OW!?”

Rolling onto her back, she turned toward the droid and wished she had a voice.

"AW-EE EE OWWWWWWW!?!???!????!?!!!!!!!!!!"

Then a certain lyric within this cockpit's song made her hope they could hear it.

“AW-EH-IH!!!!”

“Come on! Let’s get this gag off of you!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

At that, Jay squirmed toward Chit with every effort, squeaking for her freedom.

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

“Come with me!” Hilal tried to force a smile though deep down she knew how awkward this was. What felt like ages ago, Hilal had to escort a bound and gagged Jay away from mercenaries who wanted to kidnap her for some reason shooting her way out of the place. Then she and Jay were chased on speeder with Hilal accelerating past the many drivers of Coruscant. The people of Coruscant all sucked at driving but Hilal had to make sure they weren’t seriously hurt. It didn’t help that the mercs had no regard for life trying to shoot them down.

Now, Hilal and Jay are at Hilals ship the nightmare finally over. At least for Jay at least, Hilal planned on guzzling down Jawa Juice when she gets home. “Sit down doc,” Hilal said rushing to the cabinet to grab some water and some pliers for the special bounds.

“Settled in yet?” Hilal asked as she approached the woman. “Just gonna splash some water on ya right now!”

And with that, Hilal doused Jays face with the water the gag starting to shrivel and shrink in Jays mouth.

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

She couldn’t put this moment into words. Well, she sure as hell couldn’t voice them aloud. She had no choice but to flap around like a frikkin’ fish this whole time. To mumble amid her muzzle. Muffled speech. Misery. So many things she could have been doing instead of hopping and flopping but noooo some dumb mercenaries had to kidnap her, pin her down, tie her hands and her feet, gag her mouth, way back when on that damn balcony outside that karking party so that she was BOUND AROUND CLOUDS.

Not for long, however. Finally, this mercenary somebody chick named Chit, this twerp who called the doctor Purple Slurp, was going to actually free her from her captivity. Dr. Jayrenel Metrum, everybody! Let the entire kriffing galaxy pay witness to this moment because soon her lips were going to be open, she’d be able to breathe from them instead of just her nose, and she will have spoken.

All she had to do was sit down. Right. What? “WUH?” She looked left, looked right, looked around. Still bound. “OW AH I UH-IH IH OW IH I AH EE-UH UH-IH EH UH UH UH IH IH-IH UH-UH OOOOOOOOOOO!?!????!?!?!?!!!!??”

Great. Was this just another one of Chit’s games? Sadistic BI— (Extended hyphen saves the day and no need for ‘queen’ to replace.) Turned out the droid dumdum helped the doctor up so she sat down. It was all she could do to watch Chit get stuff from the cabinet.

“UH-EE!” She commanded. “EH UH-EE OHHHHHHHHHH!!” She kicked. Impatient? JUST LOOK HOW LONG SHE’S ALREADY WAITED.

Chit returned with some water and said she’d just splash some on her. What’s she doing now trying to drown me!? “AH EH-UH AW EE— EE!” Just then, the gag started to shrivel in her mouth, rolling up like a giant roly-poly, making her gag until she spat it out just then toward Chit’s forehead.

Jay sucked in breath at that moment. Eyes wide. It didn't matter right now that her hands and feet were still bound. Breathing rapidly, suddenly at a loss for speech, she licked her lips, look around, and opened her mouth wide.

“FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!”

She screamed high from her lungs.

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Current Outfit

“Hey!” Hilal immediately sidestepped seeing the shriveling gag being spat towards her face. How rude of the Doc.

“Watch where you’re spitting please!” Hilal said squatting to grab the small gag wincing at the site of it. “Chit,” she muttered. “It’s a good thing I’m wearing my suit.”

It was a miracle that Jay could even breathe in that gag. Hilal shuddered to think how awful it was being gagged all that time. To think Hilal was trying to craft a new language just so she can understand Jay.

However, what Jay said caused Hilal to scream and jump. “Oh chit!” Hilal yelled. “A little too loud do ya think?!”

The Mandalorian turned around annoyed but relieved that Jays gag was removed. “Nice to see you still have a pair of lungs,” Hilal chuckled. “Now to remove your binds.”

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

“Chit?” Jay blinked. Wait, wasn’t that this chick’s name? She couldn't remember. Indifferent to the gag she spat out, never mind where it might have hit, Doc just wanted all of this nonsense to be over with. She could appreciate the lady who saved her but if there was any funny business to all this and she betrayed her then Chit was going to regret it.

“Lungs?” Jay blinked. Half in disbelief, half in delight, half in seething rage and never mind the bad math. “I couldn’t even kriffing BREATHE in that thing ALL RIGHT!?” Right. A little too loud. Don’t scream. Don’t shout.

“Just please please PLEASE set me free, lady!” Impatience went from half to taking the whole cake as Jay began squirming in her seat. “I can speak! It’s wonderful! It’s brilliant! But I can’t move my hands or my feet!” She gestured toward Chit’s hip. “Knife, knife! Cut these binds! FREE MEEEEEEEEEEE”

@ Hilal Vizsla