Can You Take The Heat?

[Isla Ashen]

Isla flashed Orihime an annoyed look, but wiped it off her face rather quickly. The Ren would not be leaving here without her saber, especially as it was only recently crafted, and she did have need of it. The Jedi had not wanted to kill her, but would leave her to the denizens of Mos Eisley without the use of her most efficient weapon? It was very much like a death sentence and Isla frowned at the thought. When Orihime mentioned that they could meet again, Isla did not necessarily have an issue with that notion, but a picnic? That was far too tame.

“Take the dragite crystal, and return the saber hilt to me. It will be useless without it. Keep the crystal or destroy it – it is all the same to me.”

Isla doubted very much that the Jedi would want to keep something that had been so tuned to the Dark Side. It was just her luck that she had one more crystal back on Dosuun, a keepsake from her time spent in the mountains. She would be defenseless, but only until she reached home.

“Please,” Isla added, feeling a bit pathetic for having to ask this way, but held her hand out nonetheless. “I should think that if we meet again, a picnic will not do. Perhaps something more dangerous – a true adventure.”

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[Orihime Ike]

[member="Isla Ashen"]

Hmm she supposed that could be done, without the crystal it isn't like it would be as dangerous but the idea of them meeting again was interesting. It was a big galaxy and the odds of that were slim usually but talking about the force you could have something drop out of the sky and she wouldn't even bat an eyelash." Orihime was looking at her and then at the small crystal as she gave a small look. "I suppose that is acceptable." On both accounts as coming to the space port the sighs of the vanguard ship were there with her droid and she spoke. "Now come inside and I'll heal that arm of yours like I said I would." She was going into the ship as some of the droids chased away jawa's with a small smile opening the ramp of the ship while inside there was crates of equipment and things she could test out that were pulsing with the lightside of the force as well as some crystals and a machine shop with workbench. "Come on we can get your arm healed up and I'll take the crystal."

 

[Isla Ashen]

There was a palpable sense of relief when Orihime agreed to take the crystal and return her saber hilt. She followed the Jedi to her ship, her arm was quite painful, but she bit the inside of her cheek to distract herself. It was important to Isla that she not let her expression betray the pain she was in; she did not want to appear weak. Even though, she had just been defeated in battle, she still wanted to preserve what dignity she had left.

“Alright,” Isla replied simply, when Orihime beckoned her to come inside her ship.

As she moved up the ramp, she spotted droids going about their business, and a number of crates. No doubt some of the new things that Orihime mentioned that she was currently working on. It almost looked more like a small workshop than it did the inside of a ship.
Isla was growing impatient, but she pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, determined to keep the Jedi from knowing her true feelings. She strolled over to the workbench and had a seat, looking up to Orihime expectantly. Isla had never been healed this way before.

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[Orihime Ike]

[member="Isla Ashen"]

Orihime looked at Isla while she was developing a couple of the things herself. A small and nice looking thing in all of it with a nod of her head while she sat across from her and produced the blue cube from her belt. The healing cube was there and glowing with the lightside of the force as she offered a small look at her. "You alright?" Orihime asked it curious and more interested when she was holding it over her arm and letting it exude the force energies to heal and mend the girls arm with a small smile. "It will be alright, the healing crystal of fire can bring someone back from the brick of death and and mend the bone easily. Thankfully it is primarily a lightside users tool as darksiders healing each other would sound silly."

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla narrowed her eyes skeptically at the little cube in Orihime’s hand. The way it seemed to glow was calming, but there was also something deeply unsetting to the Ren. It was the presence of light. However, she did not move and let the Jedi begin the healing process. “I am fine.” Isla voiced steadily, her eyes never leaving those of Orihime. Inside, there was a bit of envy, especially as she listened to the fact that the crystal could even keep one from slipping away completely. There was part of Isla that wanted this technology for herself, but then again, the idea did seem rather silly.

As the arm began to heal, she blinked a few times. The pain was gone, but there was now a feeling of sickness in her stomach – very similar to the feeling she had when close to Orihime’s robes. And when the arm had healed completely, she pulled away slightly. “Thank you, Jedi.” She said with a nod, choosing not to say Orihime’s name aloud – it seemed a bad idea to form any kind of attachments.

“My saber, please.” She said, “And I will be on my way.”

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[Orihime Ike]

[member="Isla Ashen"]

Orihime looked at her as she continued to work and listened to her when she was done. A grin on her face before she was moving back a little and leaving the cube on the workbench while she was looking over the saber disassembling it with a quick look on her face at the crystal as she slid it out. "Almost done." She said it while looking it over and flipping it in her fingers while turning back to look at her before she set the hilt down and held the crystal in her hand getting up to check it out next to her own saber. "It is pretty but you should get some of the other ones. The durindfire gems here on Tatooine are quite nice for a lightsaber and there are always upari crystals."

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla watched as Orihime set about removing the dragite crystal from her saber. Yes, it had been a bit of a strange choice for a saber, given that it caused it to resonate so loudly when struck. Isla liked that effect, but did understand the drawbacks. Perhaps she would search for a durindfire gem before she returned back to First Order space, but she would not let on to her plans in front of the Jedi. Her arm longer hurt and she had use of it again – just like new. But the bone would always carry the memory of being broken here on Tatooine. It was not an experience that the disciple would soon forget.

Isla’s pale hand retrieved her saber hilt and placed it on her belt, useless as it was now. She took a glance around the ship before moving towards the exit, it would do her no use to linger here with a light sider.

“Perhaps we shall meet again, Orihime.” Isla said with a slow nod, looking back over her shoulder at the dark haired woman. “And thank you.” She added, her voice dropping lower.

With that, Isla strode back out of the ship, her dark cloak sweeping the ground behind her. It had been an eventful day. She had engaged in her first duel with a Jedi, and she had endured her first defeat. Isla was determined to work harder; she had to ensure that this would not be the first of many. Under different circumstances, perhaps she would have considered Orihime a new friend, but there was part of her deep down that knew the truth... she had made a new enemy.

At least, that is what Isla would keep telling herself.

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[Orihime Ike]

[member="Isla Ashen"]

She got a small glimpse watching her go off and Orihime nodded waving good bye from the ramp as she spoke. "See you later, don't get into trouble." She gave her a large smile on her face while she was working on a few other things. The meshed dreamsilk robe resonating ith the force and she figured she might likely meet the woman again. Might see her again when they had more experience and it could be a very different duel then which might have different results. The padawan moved giving what information she could to the computer about the meshed robes so that the workers could see to it that they had a new and better level developed for themselves in the works they were doing.