Breakout on Dxun

[Jacob Crawford]

The landscape of Dxun was being battered with a rainstorm, a regular occurence for the moon. Rosalyn could hear the rain hitting the metal ceiling above in between the chaos that was echoing out from deeper within the facility. She strode with purpose, blaster in one hand and her faceless helmet in the other. She had disposed of her doctor's garb and the whole facade in general, now doned in her light armor instead. Walking around the corner into the reception she noted two guards were still stationed at the main doors. As she approched them she questioned why they were present, she had released the captured beasts in the West Wing in hopes that the faciltity guards would head there to combat them. Which would conveniently force the researchers to head eastward right into the path of a rudely awakening, unsupressed Jacob.

Seemed like these two didn't get the memo. It meant nothing to Rosalyn though, as she approached she raised her blaster and shot the first guard in the back of the head, followed by several shots to the second's unarmored chest before he could reach for his weapon. Rosalyn holstered her gun and placed her helmet over her head, waiting a few seconds until it gave off a soft hiss and click signifying it had sealed to her armor. She let out a pleased sigh, this was how she preferred being; a faceless agent.

Without a second glance to the facility, Rosalyn walked out of the building and headed to the makeshift garage. She commandeered one of the speeder bikes, pulled the tarp off it and made swift work of starting it up and setting off. It was a relatively short ride to the cave tunnels that led to this natural conclave the facility had been hidden in, she only hoped she didn't need to wait long for her contacts to show.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

-x-​

Meanwhile in the facility; one half of the chaos, Jacob was storming through the hallways in a fit confusion and anger. His hands were constantly twitching as he clenched them into fists, any researcher be it man or woman was thrown aside as he neared, his instinct leading to them being slammed around with the Force with enough impact to kill or knock them unconscious. As he walked through Jacob shook his head several times, the twin voices in his head causing as much havoc mentally as he was physically.

 

[Kuzo]

It had been a strange message. Not the strangest request Doctor Irajah Ven had gotten in the last few months, granted, but still, out of the ordinary enough to merit an arched eyebrow. It had come through official First Order channels, not military, but what exactly she didn't know. A request, technically. But Irajah recognized a thinnly veiled order when she saw one. Technically, she was a civilian doctor- the goverment couldn't really send her anywhere.

And yet, here she was on Dxun. Heading to a set of coordinates apparently in the middle of no where. Except that was not entirely true. There was a medical facility here. With certain details that the First Order found... interesting? Really, she didn't know. It hadn't been that kind of message. Short on the hows and the whys. Very need to know. And apparently, she didn't need to know all of it. But they needed her to evaluate a patient it seemed and potentially return with him to Dosuun. What was wrong with him, why they were interested in him, all of that was left out of the missive.

Whatever it was, it couldn't be that bad though. Otherwise, why send one civilian doctor?

Right?

*****

Irajah appreciated that Om, her pilot droid, could fly the ship directly in to the natural tunnel in the rock face. She hadn't been looking forward to tromping around in the rain, so it was a bit of a relief.

Stepping off of the ship, she looked around. Despite being out of the rain, the entire place was dank and damp. Even though she was wearing a long sleeved, high necked tunic, Irajah wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly in the chill. Dark curls bobbed around her face as she walked a few steps across the makeshift tarmac. Hazel eyes flicked around, pausing on the dark circle of a tunnel- the sound of a speeder bike slowly growing louder emanating from the hollow shadow.

[member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Now that her latest cover was over Rosalyn Pryce ceased to exist, leaving her as most commonly knew her as; Chameleon, an elusive agent working for the First Order. The speeder's tracker began to beep quietly as she neared the designated location she had given in her message. Coming into view of Irajah Ven, she slowed the bike down to the crawl and stopped promptly about a foot away from the doctor.

"I'm glad to see you made it Doctor Ven, I wasn't sure you would show given how evasive the message was." Chameleon's voice was clearly being put through a voice modulator in her helmet, making her sound more robotic than human but there was a slight hitch to it that made her gender obvious. "Given how unsecure the communications were in the facility I could only risk giving the minimum amount of information as possible." With a wide swing of her leg, she dismounted the speeder and closed the remaining distance between them revealing that Chameleon stood around just about half a foot taller than Irajah. She reached to one of the larger pouches on her belt and pulled out a datapad handing it over. It contained basic information of Jacob.

"This is who you're here for, his name is Jacob Crawford; I have no idea who he is as I haven't been able to access the Galactic Database. But the important thing is, is that as of a year ago he suddenly appeared on Dxun completely amnesiac and fending off a pack of Cannoks with the Force." Chameleon's professional tone seemed to crack at the mention of the Force, revealing an apparent distain towards it.

"After the first month or so he began to remember the basics; his name, where he came from, etcetera etcetera. However from what I could assess with my knowledge of psychiatrics, he's either developed a case of selective amnesia or has purposely been blocking a horrible memory or a series of them out. Or maybe it's a bit of both." Looking at Chameleon now made it seem rather comical that she could pose as a psychologist, but that was the point. Until she was given another mission, another cover, she was nothing more than the faceless agent her outfit potrayed her as.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah was used to being one of the shorter humans in the room, though it was rare for another woman to so thoroughly tower over her. She listened intently, a small frown on her face. Accepting the data pad, she keyed it on, sharp hazel eyes scanning over the available information quickly. Her eyebrow arched slightly as she caught the way the other woman spoke of the Force, but otherwise didn't comment on it. Her own relationship with her latent, largely untrained abilities were.... complicated, so say the least. She got it, she really did.

"So you just.... need me to evaluate him and bring him back to Dosuun?" Of course, Irajah didn't know about the current state of the 'patient.' Not in all it's glory. It made more sense now why they'd sent her.

Slender fingers flicked through the files, more of her attention on them than Chameleon. However much of the truth (or otherwise) she was told, so long as it jived with the materials in her hands, would be taken at face value.

[member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

The bulk of the files mainly comprised of just typical basic information that one would get from just looking at the person, but it highlighted a few key details. Namely about the fact Jacob believed he was missing memories of up to twenty-four years of his life, though Chameleon had added an additional note that she believed five of those years were more purposely forgotten whereas the rest were out of Jacob's control. It also included a rather rough medical report on his physical health, noting the various old scars and wounds he had. What was striking and clearly a deliberate move was the fact there was no mention of him being a Force user.

It was in fact one of Chameleon's mantras; Never rely on digital security when you're in the Intelligience game. If information was going to be traded then she preferred it in person, eliminating the risk of any potential hacking.

"That is basically it, yes. Albeit you'll also need to avoid potentially trigger happy guards, a rampaging horde of beasts and the fact Jacob here can't control his Force potential which could lead to being thrown across the room before he can say 'Hello'." Chameleon just stared at the shorter woman through her mask, speaking in a deadpan tone the entire time as she watched for Irajah's reaction. The moment she did though Chameleon's entire demeanor suddenly shifted away from being serious as she leaned back against the speeder and folded her arms against her chest. If one looked closely you could imagine she had a playful smirk under her helmet.

"I joke of course, I made sure I killed any straggler guards that I hadn't already locked in the West Wing with all the beasts. That should sort itself out. However Jacob's case is deadly serious." She paused to reach for her belt again and pulled out three stimulants, holding them out for Irajah to take. "Which is where these come in to play."

-x-​

​

In the facility Jacob's rampage led him into the East Wing's dining area. It was a reasonable large open place mainly filled with various tables and chairs. What caught his attention however was the group of researchers that had seemingly grouped up here to stop him.

He heard a voice in his head snort in amusement, "Seriously, do they honestly think they have a chance against you? You'd think after watching you face off against the beasts they'd be running away at the sight of you." The words came out in a rough, gravelly pitch that echoed from the dark receses of Jacob's mind.

"While it is a foolhardy gambit, they're scared and duty bound to stop him. If word were to get out about what the Onderon government were doing here, it would be bad news for them." A second voice spoke up, this one more lighter, almost angelic and was the clearest in his head. As if the person was standing right there speaking it into his ear. "Please Jacob, just leave them, get past and head for the exit."

"The hell with this, Jacob these are your captors - your sodding tormenters who have been experimenting and forcing you to fight. There is no other answer than this; Kill. Them. All!"

It was Jacob's anger that won over, as he stared down the researchers. A few of them began backpedalling as Jacob approached them slowly, then sprang into a sprint and charged. He had no need for a weapon, he was it.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah visibly blanched at the first bit, which turned into a frown at the 'just kidding'. The frowning only intensified from there. Her brows furrowed.

It was becoming rapidly apparently that this must have been some kind of mistake. She was a medical doctor- not a psychiatrist or even a combat medic. Other than her experience treating Force Users, the decision to send her was.... absolutely ludicrous. She had half a mind to turn around, right there and then, and inform them of exactly that.

But with stronger language.

At least, that would have been the smart thing to do. It wasn't that she wasn't intelligent. But she was also *curious*. Perhaps not always to a fault, but, well.....

There was more going on here. And if anyone understood a Force Sensitive in pain.... it was Irajah Ven.

Small, slender hand reached out, hazel eyes regarding the syringes dubiously.

"And these are..... what? Exactly?"

[member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

"These are stimulants, the same ones used on the captured beasts here but at lower dosage so they could be used on Jacob. It was discovered that injecting him with them would either weaken or outright block his connection to the Force somehow; we were never able to officially confirm how this was possible. More importantly however is that Jacob knows this, he'll be looking for stimulants to get himself under control. Which right now is especially bad because the idiots decided to push him into a bacta tank to heal after an injury to his back, without any stimulants. Now he's near about two months dry without any, which I can only assume is not a good thing."

Chameleon slipped back into her professional tone as she spoke.

"Which is why you have three of them, it should be enough to make up for those missing months as well as enough time to get him to Dosuun to get him further help. I'd advise making sure Jacob sees you have the stimulants right away, to avoid any potential lashing out. I think I don't have to say trying to fight him would be a bad idea."

Picking Doctor Ven was an unorthodox decision, one Chameleon knew her old superiors in both Imperial & Sith Intelligences would've disagreed with. She however saw Irajah as one of the better choices, she doubted the good doctor would try to influence or take advantage of Jacob like the Jedi or Sith probably would. Chameleon hoped and planned on the fact that the Doctor would help Jacob get back on his feet medical-wise and point him in the direction of someone who could help Jacob's control of the Force. It would ultimately lead him into the clutches of a Force faction, but by then she hoped he'd be less naive and more inclined to be not taken advantage of.

It was something she was far too familiar with, a plaything for Sith. At least up until she was freed.

An explosion suddenly shook the tunnel they were in. Turning around Chameleon looked down into darkness towards where the facility was, the origin of the commotion. She had her back to Irajah and it was now visible that an elongated pouch was clipped to the belt. It seemed very out of place amongst the line of small and compact pouches that surrounded it. Not a minute later Chameleon turned back to Irajah.

"It seems you'll have the hurry, did you happen to bring a speeder? If not take this one. There's a bit of a distance between the tunnel exit and the facility itself, and I doubt you'd be a fan of walking that distance with this rain."

-x-​

​

As Jacob neared the first three researchers he swung out his right hand intending for a Force Push, but as unpredictable as his control was nothing happened. Instead he dodged the man's fist who was flanking to his right and parried it, pulling him in to the direct path of the one on the left flank. The third ran in with a sloppy jab towards Jacob's chest, but he countered it, grabbing his opponents forearm with one hand and his shoulder with the other, Jacob pulled the researcher down then brought his knee up smashing it into the elbow and breaking the arm. The researcher wailed in pain, but was quickly silenced as Jacob pulled the man into a headlock, and with one might tug of force snapped his neck.

Rage and anger fueled Jacob as three more ran towards him, accompanied by the two others from before. It was a flurry of fists and kicks as he fought against them, spinning and turning to guard and retaliate on his flanks. Memories of his childhood, of being forced into the fighting pits began to surface and it snapped. With a thunderous roar, Jacob unleashed a pulse of Force energy that sent everyone to his front and sides, flying across the room.

Jacob then collapsed to his knees, coughing up blood.

"Stop this Jacob, you're going to kill yourself!"

"Pain is necessary, he won't get stronger without it."

"This isn't just pain you hairless fool, if he keeps continuing like this it'll tear him apart."

As the searing pain his lungs began to dissipate, Jacob slowly stood up to regain his bearings only to stumble as an explosion shook the facility. Standing again Jacob was oblivious as one last researcher snuck up on him and stabbed something into his neck. Jacob swung his arm back hitting the man, sending him crashing to the floor. He plucked the syringe out and quickly realised what it was. A stimulant. Immediately he could feel the effects of it, but it wasn't enough. Jacob grabbed the researcher by the throat and pulled him up onto his feet.

"Where are they? I know you have more of them stored here. Where!?"

The man gasped for air as he was being choked. "The-they're in the West Wing, the stimulants are always stored there. Bu-but the Wing is-" The researched didn't get to finish his sentence as Jacob quickly dropped him and began a dash and stumble towards the dining hall exit. He was headed for the Reception, unaware the West Wing was sealed shut.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah was deeply disturbed by the so called 'scientists' at this facility. Between the gaps in the files on the datapad, and the news that they had literally addicted a Force User to stimulants in order to.... calm him down? Even while her top levels of thought were offended by the deeply inappropriate nature of the treatment this man had undergone, there was an undercurrent- one she couldn't really help- trying to figure out just how such a thing would work and dove tailing it in to research she was already overseeing.

If stimulants could function in that capacity, then how could sedatives be potentially used in an application where the goal was...... wait, now was not the time. Later.

Any chance that she would not help melted away somewhere in those moments. Beyond the fact that her professional pride was insulted (scientists indeed), the treatment of this [member="Jacob Crawford"] was unconscionable.

She accepted the stimulants, filing away everything she was saying carefully.

"I have no intention of fighting him," she replied drily, slipping them in to her jacket pocket. At an even five feet tall and slender, it was obvious that the Doctor was not a brawler in any capacity. She did have a hold old blaster that could be set for stun, but it wasn't high on her priority to shoot this man.

She inspected the speeder briefly. She wasn't a particularly good driver, but this should be fine, she could manage. Mounting awkwardly, she glanced back over at the other woman. A slim eyebrow arched slightly when she caught sight of the oddly sized pouch, but she said nothing.

"Anything else I need to know?" She said, thinking she was keeping her voice very even and calm (she wasn't).

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Hearing the wavering tone in the Doctor's voice, Chameleon offered a small, sad smile even though Irajah wouldn't see it. She couldn't blame the woman for worrying, she was being thrust into a dangerous situation to retrieve and extract someone who was very much part of that dangerous element. Originally Chameleon had intended to get him off Dxun herself, but it became apparent she couldn't. Mainly because she had no idea what to do with Jacob once she had him, plus the fact most Force users she knew were Sith. And if she were honest to herself, it was in part of it because she was selfish. She much preferred having as few people as possible knowing her actual identity, even the First Order didn't know who she was beyond the Chameleon codename. Biting the inside her cheek a bit, she made a decision.

"Should anyone come to you about this, such as the First Order, just tell them Chameleon sent for you."

Chameleon hoped it would leviate at least some suspision if the good doctor was ever questioned about coming to Dxun for no apparent reason. The First Order would know the name, given that she was meant to be currently working as an independent agent for them. Especially because she used their official channels to get Irajah here, and that to them, she had gone dark for nearly a year now. If anyone beside the First Order approached her about it, well it would depend if the person knew anything about the various intelligence networks she had been making moves in over the years.

"That and make sure you take the first left, the tunnels fork and going straight would just lead to the dead end. Beyond that there's nothing else to know. Good luck Doctor Ven."

With that said, Chameleon turned around again and walking further into the tunnels towards her own ship. Her mission was finally complete, she had enough data to blackmail the Onderon government should the need arise, and she had corrupted the facility's databanks so no one else could obtain the same leverage. But more importantly, all mention of Jacob was erased. As she dissappeared from Irajah's vision, Chameleon reached to the back of her belt and flipped open the long pouch resting there. She pulled out the contents within and looked at it with an amused gaze.

It was a lightsaber, the very one she had plucked from Jacob's possession when he had arrived on Dxun. She twirled it in her hands a bit, careful to not to activate it. I wonder how long it will take for you to come find this. Or will you even remember you had it?

-x-​

​

Jacob had finally reached the facility reception, and seeing the bulkhead door opposite he made a dash for it. Excepting it to automatically slide open he nearly ran face first into it, but stopped short of it when the realisation dawn on him that it wasn't responding. He let out a short curse before walking over to access pad, but again nothing happened. Jacob let out a yell of frustration and slammed his fist against the door, the sound ringing down into the facility.

"Can anything just go right for a change?" He muttered to himself as he leaned back against the door, then slid down onto the floor. A silence permeated around him until Jacob let out a shiver from the cold, drawing his attention to the fact the large doors that lead outside into the torrential rain were wide open. Namely because of two motionless guards were in the doorway.

I really should've thought about getting a change of clothes. A quick glance down reminded himself that he was only wearing a simple set of dark grey pants and shirt, the later being a bit to small on his form. I don't even have any socks for kark sake...

The glance down though did reveal his arms were shaking slightly, and it wasn't because of the cold. Realising he needed to hurry, Jacob looked around and spotted the security station nearby. Jumping to his feet he ran over and began haphazadly typing away.

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah rode through the tunnels, following the instructions given to her by Chameleon. She kept to a reasonable pace, not as confident of a swoop rider as the other woman had been, so it took a little more time to travel the passage in reverse.

Which gave her plenty of time to go over the details (what little she knew) over in her head again and again. She frowned deeply. What did she know about helping a Force User? The work she'd done as a doctor on them notwithstanding, this was something completely different. She could tend to his physical needs, find him safety, surely- but her own training was limited. Very, VERY limited. And her relationship with her own sensitivity was complicated at best. She was in no position to guide him.

But she knew someone who might be.

[member="Connor Harrison"] had helped her- perhaps, he would be the right person to contact to help this [member="Jacob Crawford"].

Her opinions of the force- light side, dark side- none of that mattered. The actions of the individual did. If someone utilized the so called darkness to do good things, what did it matter? And if someone wrought atrocities with the light- how could they call themselves anything but monsters? She trusted Connor, independent of his affiliations. Yes. Once she had evaluated Jacob, she would contact him.

The rain had picked up, lashing against the ground in sheets by the time she exited the tunnels. The short ride between them and the entrance to the facility left the doctor soaked to the skin. Dark hair plastered against her pale face as she hopped off of the speeder and approached the doors. Hands shaking with the cold, she keyed in the code she'd been given. The doors whooshed open in near silence, closing again behind her a moment later. Wiping the water off of her face, her frown deepened at the sight of the two guards. She had to take a moment, kneeling beside them, chilled fingers searching for a pulse.

She didn't see Jacob at the security booth.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob slammed his fists against the console in frustration. His venture through the facility's systems had been fruitless, as a vast majority of them were disabled leaving only a few still active; namely the ventilation and lights. Apparently the captured beasts in the West Wing had been released, forcing the facility's automatic systems to lock down that entire side of the building. What was worrying though was the fact several of the doors were giving an 'Error' reading. He felt his stomach drop at that, it was not a good sign.

With a sigh Jacob rested his head against the console, trying to concentrate despite his shaking arms. The only useful thing on the console was a few messages about code changes, which at least allowed him to close the reception to the cold outside. Losing himself to his thoughts, Jacob didn't hear as the front doors slid open for [member="Irajah Ven"]. But he did hear them close and his instincts kicked in immediately.

Jacob looked up and saw her, but wasn't able stop as he lashed out with his right arm sending an erratic burst of energy straight towards Irajah. However the stimulant earlier had done its job, the blast had dissipated before it could fully connect with the woman, it had still blasted her back but with lesser impact behind it. For the briefest moment Jacob was frozen, eyes wide in shock. But a second later he was on the move and running over. As he closed the distance he cursed repeatedly to himself, not noticing the voices in his head were silent.

Finally reaching the woman, Jacob crouched down beside her and carefully moved her onto her back. With his arms now steady, he gently brushed the mattered hair from her face, he didn't recognise her, but then realised no one would be familiar to him here.

"Hello?, Oh kark I'm sorry. I really, really didn't mean to do that. I can't control-" Jacob rambled almost nonsensically as he looked down at Irajah, his eyes still wide with a range of emotions. Worry, concern. Fear, guilt.

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah had nothing to compare it to. She'd never been attacked with the Force and had no experience with the sensation. Her own instincts had kicked in a fraction of a heartbeat before [member="Jacob Crawford"] had unleashed. Not quick enough. She fell over the body of the dead guard, stunned. She couldn't even get her hands under her to break the fall. For the next few moments, she focused entirely on simply getting enough breath back into her lungs, unable to sort out what had just happened.

She flinched at the feeling of hands on her, but it was all she could truly manage when he rolled her over.

Jacob Crawford- she recognized his face from the file. Hazel eyes blinked up at him for a moment, and it took a couple of false starts to form words.

"Think.... I'm okay....." she said, trying for more sincerity than she actually felt. The emotions running a rump parliament on his face and the sincerity in his own voice was enough that she believed him. Trusted him? Maw no. If the guy couldn't control that, and *that* had been an accident- no, trust was not really possible, even if it wasn't exactly his fault.

Her hands shook as she reached for her lab coat pocket. She'd been concerned about deliberately drugging him to keep his powers under control. That concern had fully evaporated.

"I have the stimulants you need- My name is Doctor Irajah Ven. I was sent to help you."

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob was tense throughout the time it took for [member="Irajah Ven"] to finally speak, mentally though he was kicking himself for hurting her. Sure he felt no guilt when he attacked the scientists; his captors, and he doubt he'd be blamed for it. But here he had let his uncontrolled 'power' hurt someone who was potentially innocent. Jacob shook head, no he had caused it, not the Force. As the thought came to him he began to recall what Doctor Pryce had mentioned during their sessions. She had brought up the Force, detailed what it was, to the best of her ability. But more importantly she had suggested he had been trained in it at some point, but to Jacob he had no memory of it, he was skeptical. I mean who wouldn't after waking up in a jungle and had to defend himself with what to him, seemed like some kind of energy.

Maybe that was part of his lost memories, but how big a chunk was it. All of it? No, Jacob knew what five of those years consisted of and he wanted to throw that into the deepest pit in his mind and forget it.

His attention returned to Irajah as she began talking again, and the moment she mentioned the stimulants his eyes snapped to them. Jacob stared for a moment, his eyes practically dilating at the sight of them, then like an animal he snatched them from the doctor's hand. He then pulled up his left sleeve, revealing the various marks on his arm from previous injections. Within seconds he jabbed the three stimulants into his arm right after each other.

That was a mistake.

Throughout his time in the facility he was never given multiple stims in one go. When injected his body needed a short amount of time afterwards to let the chemicals spread. This was something he was unaware of because he was never the one to inject them, it was always someone else.

Jacob's eyes widened as if he just realised this, then he suddenly froze up like a statue and fell to his side. His body shook violently for a minute, both his hands and eyes clenching in pain as he gradually shifted into the fetal position. Then nothing, just silence beside the thundering rain outside. Jacob was unmoving, not breathing. Another minute passed like this until he suddenly gasped for air, his eyes snapping open staring towards Irajah.

He let out a sigh as if a heafty weight was just lifted from his chest. Jacob rather awkwardly moved himself up into a seated position, his legs crossed in front of him. He ran his hands up through his fringe and gave Irajah a sheepish smile.

"Nice to meet you Doctor Ven, thank you. My name is Jacob Crawford." He let the silence fall again until he realised what she had said. "Wait, you were sent here?"

 

[Kuzo]

"No don't-"

Karking maw.

Irajah scrambled around on her knees, still shaky but galvanized by the convulsing man beside her. She cupped his head to keep it from smacking against the floor, hanging on grimly, cursing herself. She knew better than that. By all accounts, he was an addict. Not one of his own making (though addicts seldom were), but an addict nonetheless. While Chameleon had told her to make sure he knew she had the syringes- but to just whip them out like that?

If he died it was her fault.

As his body stilled, she'd relaxed slightly- but only slightly. Slender fingers moved to track his pulse. Dark brows furrowed as she looked down at him, counting slowly. She was about to initiate CPR when his eyes flew open again. She sat back hastily, getting out of his way. FROWNING.

Reaching out, she plucked his wrist lightly, taking his pulse again and watching his face. She didn't ask, didn't make sure it was okay first. Guy had just had a seizure and then briefly passed out. Pulling a small light stick from her pocket, she shined it into his eyes, first one side, then the other.

"Follow my finger," she said firmly, watching how his eyes tracked from one direction to the other before nodding stiffly and plopping unceremoniously to her rear on the floor.

"Yes. Don't actually know by who," she said, still watching him warily for signs that he was either going to shoot her with his brain or start convulsing again. "Never saw her face. Are you okay?"

Now *that* was just a damned silly thing to ask.

[member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob flinched in surprise as Irajah checked his pulse, he made no move to stop her as she did so, he just followed her orders. It seemed something had gone wrong to urge her into action. He frowned slightly at the mention of who had brought the doctor here and Jacob assumed, had initially broke him out. She...could that have been Rosalyn? Putting that thought aside for later, he returned to the conversation at hand.

"Yeah I feel fine, better than fine actually..." Jacob looked down at his arms, they were completely still. The look of fascination and absolute relief in his eyes must've looked odd, considering he was looking at his arms for no apparent reason. But to Jacob this was a first, he couldn't remember a time in the past year where his shaking was gone entirely, sleeping was the only other time but of course he wasn't conscious to experience it. Plus the lack of any voices in his head were a welcome bonus.

His attention returned to [member="Irajah Ven"] again and noticed she was completely drenched, which led to him looking at his own lack of sufficient clothing then at the door leading outside to the rain. Right, he needed some better clothes. With an awkward stumble, Jacob stood up a bit too quickly and wobbled.

"Woo, okay slightly lightheaded." He shook it off though and began looking between the two dead guards, sizing them up on which was a closer size for him. His reaction was one of surprise, he certainly showed no concern or sadness for the fact they were dead, in fact there was a slight flash of anger in his eyes. He didn't have fond memories of the facility guards. Jacob's gaze at one point passed the West Wing door and he froze, remembering the fact they were going to have to be quick.

"Okay, let’s get a move on shall we. We haven't got much time." He walked over to Irajah, carefully and rather awkwardly; because he wasn't use to the height difference he had over her, helped her onto her feet. "Can you get the door? I'm going to err...bundle up a bit more."

He walked over to the dead man on the other side of the doorway to them, and after muttering a small 'sorry' he began pulling the boots off. Jacob was only going for them and the coat; there was little time to be faffing around with anything else. With the boots off, Jacob made quick work in slipping his bare feet into them, wincing a few times due to the size being a tad too small. As he removed the man's coat, he looked over at Irajah and could see the questioning of look of 'why’ on her face. Jacob opened his mouth to answer, but a sudden slam rung out through the reception. Oh, I really hope that was just lightning.

His question was answered when a few moments later another hit, then another. Jacob turned around and faced the West Wing door, an increasingly large dent being made in it. The beasts had finally reached them. Quickly slipping the coat over his shirt, he reached down and grabbed the guard's blaster, then looked at Irajah as she opened the door. "You ready?" He asked.

 

[Kuzo]

The incredulous look on Irajah's face didn't fade a bit with each new action on [member="Jacob Crawford"]'s part. If anything, it grew stronger. Whatever the Doctor had been expecting, well, this hadn't been it. She had a hundred questions to ask him, a check up that seemed increasingly necessary. All she wanted to do was get him to be careful, to slow down for a moment from this whirlwind-

The sound of the something on the other side of the West Wing door however changed the mental calculus.

Whelp.

That was a damned fine reason to hurry.

She nodded, moving over to the door. Typing in the code again, the entry whirred open as a particularly wall shaking BANG actually bent the doors to the West Wing. Rain pelted in to the entryway, but she suspected that wet floors were the least of either of their concerns.

Waiting until he was outside, eyes always on the bulging door, Irajah keyed in the lock code from the outside before hurrying over to the swoop. She swung on, nodding behind her. No way she was letting him drive.

​"Hop on."

None too soon- even as she started to turn the swoop, she saw something burst through the inner doors, flinging itself at the transparisteel outer doors. Were they as strong as the inner had been? Hopefully. Otherwise, they weren't going to have much of a head start.

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob didn't waste any time, once Irajah had to the door open he darted outside and almost slipped not expecting the floor to be that wet. He managed to keep himself upright however and spun around to face the transparisteel door. He didn't even see the doctor lock the door and seemed almost transfixed as the inner door burst open and a rather large Boma slammed into the outer one. It seemed the beast had underestimated its strength, and when it burst through the inner door it slammed and dazed itself against the transparisteel one.

He didn't hear [member="Irajah Ven"] voice through the loud rain, but common sense kicked into gear and he running over. He took a glance back and saw the Boma; now undazed, was...glaring at him?

Surely it's not...

During the experiments most of the beasts he faced off against were never killed, he imagined none of the scientists envied having to capture a replacement. So what would be the likely chance some of them would remember him? They weren't exactly lacking in intelligence, as far as Jacob knew anyway. The beast let out a roar that reverberated beyond the door and out into the jungle that surrounded them. A second passed and several more similar roars coming from several different directions.

Jacob closed the remaining distance and hopped onto the back of the swoop. Placing himself so his back was to Irajah.

Whether she realised this or not, Jacob didn't give her time to respond before shouting. "We've got a lot more company incoming. Go!"

As the swoop zoomed across the jungle stretch, Jacob kept one hand gripped onto the vehicle and the other gripping the blaster ready to fire. "I hope wherever your ship is, it's not out in the open!"

The rain made it difficult to see things, but it didn't take long for a moderate sized pack of Boma to came into Jacob's view. Thankfully they were the slowest of the beasts on Dxun, so the swoop was easily outpacing them. Just in case though, Jacob lifted the blaster up and began firing towards them. Most of the shots missed, but as he focused he noticed something strange. A few of the Boma's were glancing back at something. He quickly got the answer as to why, as its looming size came into view behind the pack.

A zakkeg.

And it was chasing the Boma's who were chasing them. It was a big one, enough so that as it caught one of the straggling creatures beneath its paw, Jacob could sworn it literally crushed it.

Letting out a very audible curse, he shouted the first thing that came to him. "Must, go faster!"

 

[Kuzo]

Be a doctor, I thought. It'll be fun, I thought. Nice, calm, fighting back against the entropy of the galaxy. So how did I end up on a speeder chase through a lightening storm, with an amnesiac force user firing blaster bolts in to monster?

She'd have to mull that one over later.

Irajah shouted over her shoulder, the din of the rain making all of the words heavier, as if they were being borne to the earth by the weight of the water.

"In the caves! We'll be inside them in a minute!"

His strangled cry for more speed came a heartbeat after a thrill of danger moved through her. She glanced around quickly, just enough to catch the movement out of the corner of her eye. It didn't matter that she wasn't the best speeder pilot out there.

Irajah floored it.

​"What in the karking maw is THAT?" She called, keeping her attention on the yawning entry to the tunnels. Almost there.

[member="Jacob Crawford"]

 

[Jacob Crawford]

Jacob wobbled slightly as the swoop lurched into a higher speed. It forced him to stop firing and use his second hand to steady himself, though thankfully it meant the Bomas were pretty much left in their dust and were just prey for the bigger beast now.

"That is a Zakkeg, it's like the top of the food chain here. It preys on the other land-based creatures, although it is supposed to be territorial and quite rare to see. I'd assume it probably heard the racket they made, and was hungry. And I guess we were just lucky." Jacob's voice was laced with sarcasm at the end there.

In between the fights he was forced into, he had been given information on the various beasts from Doctor Pryce. She had played it off as being a requirement, but Jacob figured it was a lie. If it weren't for her, the scientists would've probably just have given him the least amount of information possible. He appreciated it greatly, especially after the very first time he woke up to find one of the creatures being released into the room with him.

As the bike zoomed into the tunnels, Jacob took note of the entrance and realised it was too small for the Zakkeg to get through. He let out a sigh of relief

"Hey Doc, I think we're fine now. The Zakkeg isn’t getting through that, and I'd imagine the Bomas have better things to worry about than chasing us now."

[member="Irajah Ven"]

 

[Kuzo]

The native fauna of Dxun was not something Irajah had ever expected she'd need to know. That's what she got.

More than happy to hear that news, she throttled back, letting the speeder bike coast on a lot of it's own forward momentum for a time. The sound of the rushing wind still made it difficult to talk, but at least they weren't getting rained on- or chased by creatures who considered them a light afternoon snack.

She navigated the twists and turns firmly, speed conservative until they hit the hangar. Pulling to a stop, she waiting until he had slid off to hop off herself.

"I suspect that you're even happier to leave this place than I am- and I am karking ecstatic," she said, leading the way toward her ship. The Starlight Class light freighter had been purchased, used, not that long ago. She still hadn't seriously considered a name for it.

"I have dry clothes on the ship- probably something that will fit you," she said, glancing back to look him up and down for a moment.

Ostensibly, it was to gauge his size. But beneath that, she had to seriously wonder- was she really going to just bring him on her ship? She'd agreed to help him of course- so of course she would. But there was a serious wild card in play here that left her deeply disturbed. Could she do right by him?

Was there even such a thing?

[member="Jacob Crawford"]