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Daphne deWinter

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Location: Dromuund Kaas
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: Lightsaber, Wrist grapple, Butterfly blades, two on either side of her belt and one in her sock.
Armour: Stealth suit (Style)
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There were times when Daphne loved to be alone. She loved her own company and she loved to get her work done without someone else to get in the way.

Today was not that day.

It had been a simple plan.... Make the deal, assist them in their heist, get back, swap the items for information and murder them all.
Simple right? NOPE. When she brought back the jewels they brought more friends, seemed to think her on her own was something to be worried about. Maybe they thought she was rat them out. So in what should have been a deal turned into Daphne getting beaten, gagged and thrown in a small case till they could get rid of her where no one would come looking.
She had been lucky. Lucky enough to be able to dislocate her limbs at will. Which she did, with her thumb, then her shoulder.... The problem was she didn't have time to relocate them as she heard them coming back.

She would use some of the remaining strength she had to force push the case that confined her, bursting through it she would sprint off. Holding her arm as it hang limply at her side, everything hurt. She was badly hurt, possible broken ribs, her lips were bleeding at the corner, her cheek swelling with purple anger, even marks around her neck were already appearing with black furious welts.
As she ran someone spotted her. She could hear 3 sets of boots following her as she struggled for all she had through the sharp corners and dark alleyways of the shit part of town.
It wasn't long till her lungs burned with need, and her wounds took their toll.

She found herself in a dead end.... of course... nothing could go right today at all. She turned back to them... her body backing up to the wall behind her. She wouldn't beg for them to stop, if this was it. At least she had dignity. She'd spit blood as they crowded her, moving in to wail punches on her again, quickly forcing her to the ground.
 
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Being a Jedi trapped in sith-imperial territory might be the second worst-case scenario, right after being a Jedi in a sith-imperial prison. Since escaping the Beast on Concordia, Ryv managed to catch a ride out of the empire's space to neutral territory. After reaching the borders between the Silver Jedi Order and the Sith Empire, a group of inquisitors caught up to the Jedi and dragged him back to Dromuund Kaas. Narrowly escaping his captors, he fled into the city and kept to himself for several days, waiting for everything to die down. The day had finally come for the Jedi to find someone willing to transport him off the cursed planet to a safer environment. Halfway across Kaas City to catch a speeder to the starport, he witnessed what appeared like a rather blatant kidnapping, as a random woman blew out of a building and dashed away from it, followed by a suspicious-looking group.

"Man, I don't even have time for this," Ryv muttered to himself as he looked at a small holo device. The port closed in less than an hour, meaning he'd have to risk another day on the wretched planet. With a heavy sigh, he dashed into the alley after the two parties. It twisted and turned for several blocks only to come to a dead-end. As he slid around the corner, Daphne's assailants had already set into her, kicking and punching at her battered body. Without thinking further, the Jedi cleared his throat. "Hey boys," he lifted a hand and gripped one with a thought. He pulled him through the air before locking neatly in place, the airborne body vibrating a bit as the force held him. "This seems like an unfair fight," he then lifted a fierce-looking lightsaber hilt from his side and smashed it into the floating man's temple. Once Ryv released his focus on the floating thug, his body carried on forward as if it never stopped moving, sliding across the asphalt into an unconscious heap.

Seeing the lone man wielding a lightsaber, the two largest of the group pulled out a pair of vibroblades, about the size of a boot knife, and rushed him. The other three drew out blaster pistols and opened fire. Ryv nodded, impressed by the precision the group applied in taking on their mysterious foe. He stepped into the line of sight with one of the rear gunmen, baiting out an opening before activating his lightsaber. An angry red glow radiated from the smiling kiffar as he deflected the loose bolt into one of the charing men's knees. As he stumbled forward, Ryv planted his boot into the thug's face and stomped him back and into the floor. His blade fleshed out to his left, deflecting another incoming shot to disarm his attacker, before colliding with the oncoming vibroblade. With his foe's weapon parried aside, Ryv sent a wave of telekinetic energy crashing over the man. It lifted him and sent him soaring back, his body slamming into the wall with a sickening crunch.

The Jedi blocked each shot sent his way by the last two gunmen, his blade work more than enough to deal with them. He reached out, yanking each of their weapons from their grasps before sending them back spiraling into their heads. One grunted, and the other remained silent on impact, but both fell unconscious to the floor. The last of the trio ran off, nursing a battered hand.

"Haha, a bunch of idiots," Ryv stepped up beside Daphne's battered form and knelt, a gloved hand moving to brush loose strands of hair from her face. "Tsk, tsk, I couldn't imagine why these folks thought this would end well for them," his arms slid beneath her as he lifted her bridal style, moving to the mouth of the alleyway slowly. Taking a quick look around, he dashed across the street, his body a dark blur in the night. "Just hold on, miss, just gotta get you somewhere safe before I can take care of this," he smiled down at her before shifting his attention to the streets in front of him. Taking every side street and alleyway he could, Ryv worked his way back to the apartment he'd been squatting in for the last several days.

Once inside, he lowered the wounded woman onto the patchwork pile of blankets, clothing, and towels he put together to act as a bed. Over the next hour, Ryv worked to treat each wound in turn, to the best of his ability. He was lucky enough to of caught them at the beginning of the assault, leaving most of the wounds superficial. He disinfected and wrapped what he could before settling down beside her, back pressed against the wall.

"I guess I'll wait for you to wake up before I put that shoulder of yours back in place," he said softly, allowing his head to fall back against the wall. "I'd hate to wake up to that."


 
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Daphne deWinter

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Location: Dromuund Kaas
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: Lightsaber, Wrist grapple, Butterfly blades, two on either side of her belt and one in her sock.
Armour: Stealth suit (Style)
Tags: Ryv Ryv
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The last thing she saw. Was a kind face, the moment the kicks stopped her head turned dark,
In her dreams she could hear the sounds of fighting, and at the edge of her mind a face. The face she saw. She'd seen it splattered everywhere, posters, and magazines.... She could feel her own confusion in her mind as it tried to make sense of it all.
Then the anger started to boil, at herself, for being so weak, to have needed saving, for falling into a pathetic trap.

By the time her sleep started to turn fitful it had been hours.
Her mind starting to force itself awake, reminding her she was unsafe,screaming at her now to get up and run.
Her eyes would open with a flash and she'd be moving, forgetting her arm was dislocated she'd try to use it as she moved to her feet... only to flop like a lamb trying to walk for the first time.
She'd hiss at herself as pain surged through her, her shoulder and ribs hitting the floor, made certain she was awake.
The next time she tried to get up she would be slower, breathing through the paint as she looked at herself..... she was patched up... she had covers on her wounds...
She blinked a few times before turning her head now laying eyes on the other person in the room.... First the look of confusion.... then panic.
She'd shuffle back from him as she looked to him with wide, brilliant eyes. One was bright green and the other kept switching colours clearly the implant in her eye to hide the colour was malfunctioning while the other was flat out busted.

"Y..You... You aren't real...." She'd saying her head moving as she examined him. " Your the boy from the magazines... why am I hallucinating you, who are you?...... Whoever you are....thank you, Darling, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't arrived." She'd ask as her panic slowly subsided and she sighed softly, flicking back her hair before her hand would go to her shoulder. She was sure he wasn't real or at least his face wasn't, so decided it was time to wake herself up... her hand would go to her shoulder, From the kicking in she took, she could feel the swelling in her joint but would start to roughly shove her arm back in anyway, almost in a way that seemed to be beating herself up.
 
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Meditation proved itself a staunch ally in the months Ryv spent locked away in an imperial prison camp. Between the beatings received at the hands of more aggressive Mandalorians and the torture from a senile Sith Lord, he needed an escape from it all. Falling into the force and entrusting himself to its tender embrace allowed him to weather the storm of pain that crashed upon him. In these silent moments, he found himself falling inwards once again—his mindscape since his escape appeared as a raging storm surrounding a small island. The clouds above as dark as shadow, rain, and lightning beating downward to assault the island. In the center of it all sat Ryv, his forearms resting across his thighs. His eyes peered out at the storm, sighing weakly. He knew he had to break through the outskirts soon, seeking whatever within his being corrupted his quiet place and remove it. The kiffar stood and moved forward, his hand inches away from breaking through the storm before his mind snapped back to reality.

Daphne's erratic movements brought him to. He focused on the woman and inched closer, trying to gently take hold of her good arm before she could struggle up, only to fail. As pain coursed through her, he raised his hands and waved them back and forth, doing his best to show he meant her no harm. Hopping up to his feet, Ryv turned and moved into the kitchen. After a moment, he returned with a tray of sliced fruits and a glass of crystal-clear water. He set them down and took a seat beside the patchwork bedding.

"Hey, hey, hey, relax," Ryv smiled softly and gently scooted the plate and glass closer to her. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I uh- oh, yeah, I'm the guy from the magazine," as her hand move closer to her bad shoulder he visibly winced. "Hey, no, stop, don't do that," his hands slid forward, one on the back of her's and the other on the shoulder. "Listen, I'm Ryv, it's nice to meet you, but let me help you with that. You're only making it worse and it's going to make the long term healing much worse for ye," he pleaded softly. Each hand moved to the proper place before he braced himself, anchoring against the nearby wall. "Deep breaths, okay? On three, on-" he'd immediately force the shoulder back in place, not even getting past the first number in the countdown. "Boom, mostly back to normal," he spoke more to himself in that instant, admiring his handiwork. "There you are."

Ryv hopped back up to his feet, dusting his hands, one gloved the other not, off. A facial tattoo adorned the space beneath his left eye, its color crimson. A lightsaber hilt, Sith by design, hung at his belt. To top it all off, an odd-looking leather jacket hung over his upper body. All in all, he seemed like an odd amalgamation of sorts.

"I gotta ask, miss, what the hell happened to get you jumped by that group of thugs?"


 
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While Daphne was focused enough and calm enough to speak it didn't mean she trusted him and when he moved she'd scurry backwards... only stopping when he brought her food, stopping to stare at him for the moments as he got close to her.
She eyed him curiously as he spoke, and his acts of kindness had seemed to have left her speechless and kept her still now, long enough to let his hands on her. For a moment she physically flinched at his touch, not just the pain but expecting him to raise a hand to her... but she stayed.
Her mouth shut and her eyes on him, she took a sharp inhale as he readied to pop her arm back in, but when the pain seared through her like lightening she tensed and chewed hard on her bottom lip, letting the waves of pain run its course. Normally someone would scream or even whimper in pain but she sat silently for a moment as he inspected her arm. It was painful to move still, but she could now which was the important part.

She didn't say anything at first but her eyes would fall on the glass of water he had brought her and with her good hand she would lift it and hold it out to him. A suspicious look on her face was her way of asking him to test it first... Once he drank it though she would down the rest desperately gasping after finally quenching the dryness of her mouth.
She wouldn't touch the food yet but she would get comfortable in the little makeshift bed before licking her lips.

"...I..I got unlucky I guess...Deal went wrong... my friends aren't good people, Darling. It's what happens when you try to improve your station." She would say simply, it was easy for her to lie because it was the truth, her friends were bad people, but they weren't her friends and next time she saw them they wouldn't be alive either.... and she was trying to improve her station, the current lack of information one... " You said your name was Ryn... are you a doctor or something?...Why did you stop to help me, you don't know me, you don't owe me anything, why put yourself in danger.... not that I am ungrateful..." She was staring at him like she couldn't understand why he was being nice to her, did he want something?... " You aren't going to try sell me are you, Darling? Because they will bring me back in an hour, I can tell you that." She'd ask her green eye flaring with a slight glow as she seemed to look over him now, spotting his weapon and seeing it was sith origin.

"You're sith?" She'd ask slowly, he didn't seem like it, and she would know, her light saber was back on her ship having to go unarmed to the meet, though she still didn't. She would look down at her own belt, a few blades were missing that she used and her grenades had been taken on capture. All she had left was a simple dagger that was in her sock. She didn't reach for it yet though, something told her to stay calm and to see what he had to say. Curiosity might kill the cat, but satisfaction brought it back after all.


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"Bad folks and a bad deal, huh? Yeah, never works out for anyone I'd imagine," Ryv spoke before picking up a slice of fruit and plopping it into his mouth. A sour flavor assaulted his mouth before shifting into something sweet, overwhelming the initial taste. The contrast left him confused more than anything, but he swallowed it without complaining. Beggars can't be choosers. "Yeah, I'm Ryv, and no, I'm not a doctor. I'm just a dude that helps people when they need help, I guess," he shrugged his shoulders and returned to his position against the wall, arms resting on his knees. Going out of his way in the manner he did would stir up far more trouble, given his use of the force on a Sith aligned planet. If the people he'd beaten in that alleyway were not already dead in a ditch somewhere, the agents of the empire more than likely had them in their sights.

"Sell you? Nah, I'm more of a free peoples type of guy, the whole slavery thing and bounty hunting is dangerous business. The type I prefer staying away from," he spoke casually, as if he'd known Daphne for several years already, rather than a handful of hours. It helped keep the lie plausible, as much as he hated doing it. "Like I said, not a big fan of danger. I'm not really a Sith, just a guy who got lucky and killed one when I needed to, chose to keep the saber for a prize. You wouldn't believe how many people turn tail and run when they see someone whipping out a shining red glowstick," his sentence ended in a laugh and mirthful grin. "You got a way off this rock, miss? I can probably get you to your ship tomorrow morning. Let the heat die down, give you an evening of rest. I've got the credits for a speeder trip across the jungle between here and there. Hell, maybe I can even tag along with you, this place sucks."

Not everyone cared for things like life debts, Ryv included, but paying back a favor? People hated being indebted to others. Getting the kiffar off the planet and somewhere in neutral space would probably be the most straightforward task of Daphne's life, or so he assumed, given the nature of her struggle hours earlier.

"If not, that's cool. I can figure something else out, just trying to get out of Kaas City."

 

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Daphne would stare at him. Blinking. She was quite legitimately stunned by this boy. She would soon move to her knees, crawling for a moment over the small space between them, peering at him she would raise a hand before her finger would poke at him. First at his nose, feeling it was squishy, then at his biceps seeing that they were fleshy and warm before her hand would move to his chest, spaying out her fingers she would place her hand where a human heart and her eyes would widen further when she would feel a warm heartbeat.
She'd scramble back, peering at him with a perplexed stare.

"You're a real Kiffar....that's not what I was expecting, Darling. " She would rise up on her knees before plopping back on her butt, her head tilting sideways and her knuckles resting on her cheek like she was trying to figure him out. ".... You must be a foolish creature to help someone you don't even know... one day it'll get you killed." She'd say flatly as her hand went to the fruits. Sticking one in her mouth and tasting the bitter taste but she didn't even react, she had eaten worse...

"You killed a sith?...You must be more skilled than you look....You'd be surprised at how many people turn tails and run at any weapon when you look like you can handle it, Darling."The etchings of a smile now would pull at her lips. She was listening and soaking up everything she could about him.... it was becoming clear if he figured out what kind of monster she was... well right now he had the big shiny stick, best not let him know. " You can come with me, I have a ship that can get us both of us out of this hell hole... I suppose I owe you that much, though we may have to deal with a few friends of mine, it's parked in their hide out, they won't know how to get inside but they will be very very angry that I'm still breathing." She'd smile a little more that she would get a round two against them, they caught her out last time they wouldn't this time.

She would fold her legs as her hands would start to check over the wounds he had dealt with, of course her ribs still throbbed with pain but she made no hint to it as her fingers ran across them. She knew there were bruises under her suit.... but she wasn't about to give the boy a nose bleed by trying to look at them.
" Thank you...by the way..." She would say softly as she would sit back now.
"So you're a model...How does a pretty thing like you end up here?...You clearly don't want to be, Darling?"
 
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Ryv remained still, eyeing her as she took her time to explore the possibility he may not be real. Interrupting her would probably serve no purpose aside from scaring her and slowing what build up they'd already managed. So, he sat and waited for her to conclude the truth behind his legitimacy. Once finished, he chuckled softly and raised a hand, shoving his hair back and out of his face. How did he even answer any of these questions or statements? Daphne lacked any sense of trust for others, likely from some dangerous or abusive upbringing. It made sense for how she behaved, but approaching it would only serve to make her suspicious. With a faint shrug, he lifted his hands to his hair and tied it back to keep out of his face.

"Yeah, I'm real. And you aren't the first person to tell me doing the right things is gonna get me killed," he took the shared cup and gulped down a sip before returning it to the place between them. "You might even be right. It doesn't matter at the end of the day. If I give up and stop doing right, that means people caught unsuspecting, like you, will end up dead in alleyways across the galaxy. And I'm not about that at all," his hands clasped together behind his head as he reclined back. "Besides, you're willing to help me, and who knows? Maybe somewhere down the line, you'll remember this and help someone else who needs you. A single spark of good, slowly spreading throughout the galaxy can ignite an entire movement," a toothy grin adorned his face at the pause.

"Yeah, I uh-" Ryv paused and looked down at the lightsaber, considering his words carefully. How much could he trust her? Would she turn around and sell him out at the first opportunity for credits if he revealed his part in everything that happened on Concord Dawn? "Yeah, a khaleesh Sith Lord on Concord Dawn began experimenting on the Mandalorian populace. I ended up there purely by chance, I think, so he took the opportunity to torture and experiment on me too," he motioned to the facial scar running up his right cheek while rolling up his sleeves. Dozens of fresh scars raced up his arms, all done by different instruments of torture. "Put him down before escaping the moon and disappearing into Sith space. I'm sure the empire ain't too happy about it, but it's not my problem anymore. Lot of good folks got out of there and are hopefully on the way to their families."

He took another fruit and chewed on it slowly, growing accustomed to the contrasting flavors. "Not gonna lie, these taste better the more of them you eat, I think," he downed it with another sip of water before his cheeks flushed a tad. "Ah, haha, well uh-" he stumbled a bit over each word as he searched for an answer. "Inquisitors dragged me here, intended on turning me over to one of the various Sith. I wound up escaping and disappearing into the city. If you really can get me outta here, I'm super down to help you get your ship and go."

 

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Daphne would sigh softly shaking her head. People like her should probably be left to die in alleyways, she thought to herself.
Still his hope that she will help someone in the future just make her give him a smile. It was bright and sweet but she knew how to fake a smile. She knew it was unlikely she would ever help anyone unless it aided her.
"You are very optimistic about the power of a single good act." She would say softly her eyes casting down to her hands as she looked over the bandages and traced her knuckles with her fingers.

Daphne would only look when he moved, her eyes looking over the scars he showed her. She knew from experience those were painful, those took time to heal and from the look of it he was only telling her the lightest version of what he had seen. And then her brows would frown for a second. A small swelling in the pit of her chest. Rage. Hot and sharp. She knew how much she wanted to lash out at the deWinters for being the cause of her pain.... she wondered if he did too.... Yet he didn't seem to.
"....If the Sith know where to find them.... they won't last long." She would say bluntly as she wrapped her arms around herself and curled into the ragged blankets as her body started to feel a chill, but her right hand would move to the high collar of her suit, unzipping just enough to show her collar bone, showing the tattered skin, that clearly went further than what she showed, her eyes looked away from herself as she spoke
"I understand you, Darling.... what you feel....sort of. It's the main reason I'm on the hell hole." She would say before zipping up again before she moved her hair the side like she was adding more coverage to her marks.

She didn't move to take anything more to eat or drink. "I'll take your word for it, Darling." She would smirk softly chewing at her bottom lip as she watched his cheeks pink, her shoulders would subtly shaking as she stifled her laugh.
"You seem unused to being called pretty? I'm surprised." She'd wrap a blanket around her shoulders before tilting her head at him. " Well it seems for now we are a pair interested in the same thing. But all I will need for you to do tomorrow is watch my back... I can take care of them." She would say with a confident smile returning to her lips.... Yes she was beaten and batters and still rather injured but that wasn't going to stop her. The bonus of crazy was the excess determination when it came to murder and revenge.....
She would nod her head at the water before leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes.
"I promise next time we share a drink, it'll taste much better than this.... I might even buy you one for saving me."

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Ryv eyed the ruined flesh of her collarbone, wincing as he imaged what could've inflicted such a wound. His earlier guess about Daphne had proven true, at least to some extent. Something happened to cause her to distrust others, even those who had gone out of their way to help. Seeing the wound, he couldn't blame her. Not everyone could forgive and move on. So many held onto hatred, allowing it to guide them and rule their lives. While his affinity for force empathy did not pick anything up outright, he could see more from her body language and choice of wording than the force could likely provide him. The woman before him needed help. She needed a gentle hand to guide her to warmth and safety. She needed off this planet. Fortunately, the conversation shifted away from the emotion of it all and focused on his embarrassment.

"I mean, I know I'm decent looking, yeah. Most folks just don't go out of their way to compliment me," Ryv chuckled a bit as he spoke. He tilted his head to the side, offering a beaming smile to Daphne. "I'll have your back; you don't have to worry about that. I can handle myself, I guess, so I'll make sure we get out of there in one piece," he stood up, dusting his hands off as he went. "I think you should get some rest. You've got a few too many bruises to stay up through the night and run into a fight tomorrow," he looked past her to the boarded-up window then the door. He moved across the room and hopped up on the counter.

"I can keep an eye on everything around our base of operations," the kiffar said before laying out across the counter, chin propped up in his palm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing himself to fall within the force once again. He expanded his senses outward, allowing his perception to fall over the building, searching for a disturbance in their immediate surroundings. "The bed isn't super comfortable, but it'll probably do well enough for a night. Plus, that blanket on top is entirely new. I purchased it a couple of days ago," he opened his eyes and smiled once more.


 
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