Private Deceit found

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tayl nodded slowly, shutting her eyes to focus all of her attention on establishing control over her own breath. It was hard, painful, but the Jedi's presence helped. Not just her funny little crystal either but... Sad as it was, She had admit that having someone here, like this, was more than she expected to have, should she have fallen.

It was a long process, but steadily her breathing slowed. It began to sound normal again, or at least relatively so. Less like wind through dry pipes, and more like something that was at least organic.

Finally she let go, allowing Iris to leave her side for awhile. To collect Samara aboard a ship somewhere outside. She hated to be alone right now, it frightened her even. But if Samara was still alive, than she needed to be bound and tucked away safely before Clan Vizsla returned. Manda only knows what her mothers would do to Samara when they found out she'd done this to their only daughter.

So she just kept her eyes shut, unable to even wince at the pain. Weak. But comfortable in the thought that she wasn't truly alone in the end. She might even make it out alive on the other end.

By the time Iris returned, she would find Tayl sitting a little more upright, resting her charred head in the corner. Her eyes had opened weakly, as did her hand, too weak to even shake now.

Her hand came to rest gently on Iris' knee, the young Twi'lek looking up at her with an expression that could only be a most silent Thank you. Their golden hue had since faded, returning to their vibrant green glow, still yet shining in the darkness, even after everything.

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Samara \\ Iris Arani​

 

[Iris Arani]

Iris shook her head slowly, offered the most comforting smile she could as she just focused on healing. As best she could. She wasn't going to be able to do more than just lessen the pain at this point. She was, unfortunately, running low on steam as it were. The crystal helped her a lot, but her strength, it was finite. "Don't. Don't move too much. You'll be okay. You're not going to die. Just.. Don't move. It'll make the healing longer. It's.. It's all going to suck for a while. It's going to be hard. I-"

She paused for a moment. Bit her tongue. "It's going to be hell. But.. You're going to be okay."

Tae'l Vizsla | Samara

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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It was over. The long and terrible nightmare that Tae'l Vizsla and her rutian mother had endured, and finally - finally - had waken up from. It had worn them both down, not only mentally but also physically. Tan'yill sat on a cargo crate on the landing pad of the building, hunched over while letting Kranak Vizsla , the towering and much valued medic, tend to her bruises and injured arm from the final fight with Apollyon The Betrayer . The infernal dar'manda that had been a thorn in their side for so long, and even longer than that for the now free but broken Alor; Aloy Vizsla . She were no more. Defeated, at last. The drawn-out fight had taken many turns, and were the hardest fight tenfold to what the former streetfighter and now mandalorian warrior had ever entered. Bloody. Dirty. Ruthless.

Aloy, or Red as her pet name were, was safe and already sleeping aboard the Raider-II Class Corvette that Apollyon had been so kind to leave the keys for. It was a ship bigger than any Tan'yill, or Blue, had ever piloted, but it came with a droid crew and Blue were confident that the she, Tayl and the team could get it going and soon leave Coruscant and head home.

Tan zoned out, buy'c put to the side on the crate. Her intense green-yellowish gaze were slowly starting to take on its more natural hazel color. Suddenly, there was a noise in the headset she still wore and a recognisable voice broke through. One with a message that made her heart stop and a chill run down her spine.

:: Tayl's hurt. Stable, but needs medical attention. There was a Sith trap. Come quick. ::

Like some very potent upper had been directly injected into her veins, her eyes shot up, as well as her whole exhausted body seemed to have regained its energy in the mere second after she had recieved the transmission, as she stood up. Adrenaline and motherly instincts pushed any pain away temporarily.

''Stay here! Prepare the ship for take-off! And tend to Aloy!'' Tan commanded the team, while she made a dash back into the building. Here and there laid slayed loyalists to Apollyon. She ran, like never before, through the corridors and stairs of the treacherous former hive of the enemy. Anyone or anything that stood in the rutians way now would have been brutally mangled and run over. Nothing would stop her to reach them. Nothing. What had happened? Had they missed something or someone? Wasn't the fight over? How could she be that foolish to leave them alone? Tan cursed herself for doing this!

''Tayl?! TAYL?!'' she yelled upon entering the room where she had left her and Iris Arani , and now saw her daughter knocked out on the floor. Seemingly... lifeless. A quick punch of a button on the beskar'gams wrist control ignited the rockets in the boots, and sent Tan leaping at high speed through the air towards them. She landed a short distance from them, taking the last steps running and landed on her knees beside them.

''No! NO NO NO NO NO!! TAYL?! You hear me?!'' she cried out as she saw the devestation caused to Tayl's face, desperately wanting to touch and hug her but realising that it might make hurt the young twi'lek. Pictures from Felucia was played before her eyes. The time when Tan and Aloy had found themselves captured and face to face with a rancor. The time when Aloy had been on the verge to fade away in Tan's arms. A situation horribly and eerily similar to this. Only now, Tayl laid there. Badly hurt, but alive and breathing.

Tan'yill felt the emotions fighting within her which one should have the most room. Anger, sadness, worry, vengeance. Vengeance boilded inside her. Her eyes glowed yellow with vengeance. It didn't matter who had done this to her daughter, Sith lord or not, she would cut his or hers still beating heart out and force them to watch it stop beating in front of their very eyes.

''WHO. DID. THIS. TO HER?!?'' Tan growled demandingly of the young Jedi that she had little real knowledge about, only that she was Tayl's friend.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

"Hmmnh-!" Tayl groaned weakly in response to Iris, Trying to nod, but... The best she could do was just close her eyes and mentally prepare herself in what little way she could. Everything happened so fast, spinning without her like a ship in the eye of a violent storm. But even through it all, she could still see that Iris was tiring. It barely registered, but it was something.

The Jedi couldn't keep this up forever... But Tayl was stable now, in her own words, and that was enough to be thankful for.

''Tayl?! TAYL?!''

No. don't look at me. not like this.

Tan'yill's sudden shouting sent a wave of anxiety over the young Twi'lek, seeing one of her worst fears realized; She was weak in front of the very warriors that had grown her to be the family's weapon. No, not just weak. Helpless. She only ever wanted to make them proud. Now look at her? reduced to a sack of smoldering meat...

She would be crying now, even there was even enough moisture in her body to shed tears...

''WHO. DID. THIS. TO HER?!?''

Her grip on Iris' knee tightened, enough to strain the fabric as she tried to sit upright only to become absorbed in a short coughing fit. "M- Mmah-gh" She was looking right at Tan'yill, her ever fierce mother. Pleadingly, even. Please. It's not her fault.

She just wanted to go home. For 4 long years, that was all she had ever wanted.

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Tan'yill Vizsla \\ Iris Arani​

 

[Iris Arani]

"Tayl's okay. It's not as bad as it looks. .. It's still bad, but she'll survive. You need to get her to medical. Bacta tanks, actual surgeons. Whatever you have. I dealt with the one that did this." The arm was still there, in fact. She cast a glance towards it, frowning. Not technically lying, but she knew what would happen to Samara. And Tayl didn't want that either. She could just see it in the colors around the poor girl.

How she wanted to just go home.

"Bring her home. Please." She turned her gaze towards Tan'yill, already looking that much more groggy. The more she used the gem, the more she would. "She needs her family."

Tae'l Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Not as bad as it looks?! How could it be any worse if you already had a hard time recognising your own daughter?! Tan'yill wondered in all her anger and lust for vengeance at whoever did this to the young and kind-hearted tyrian. Even though Tayl had passed into young adulthood, she was still their child! Their only child! Tan'yill cursed all the Siths and their never saturated lust for power and their borderless killing. That despite, without knowing it, Tan'yill herself could have easily fit into that cursed box of lost souls if she had been a member of that old religion. Anger and vengeance were feelings the Sith flourished in, but then again, who could possibly blame the rutian for being filled with them at a moment like this?

The murdering gaze, longing for vengeance, didn't let go of Iris's own. The Sith had met her maker at the hands of the Jedi. Or so she claimed, but the possibility that their Jedi ally didn't speak the truth never crossed Tan'yill's mind. Justice had been dealt to her daughters villainous tormentor. Without noticing it, the Jedi also had a slightly soothing presence which calmed the wicked feelings boiling inside Tan'yill. More would pull the rutian into a different focus...

Her grip on Iris' knee tightened, enough to strain the fabric as she tried to sit upright only to become absorbed in a short coughing fit. "M- Mmah-gh" She was looking right at Tan'yill, her ever fierce mother. Pleadingly, even. Please. It's not her fault.

''I'm here, love! I'm here!'' Tan'yill quickly assured and leaned over Tayl, face close to hers in hopes that motherly presence would send her comfort. Very carefully and with almost no pressure at all, Tan laid a hand on the young ones shoulder pauldron. Tan'yill was there now, but she also wanted to scream her heart out for leaving her daughter alone at this place. Thousand vibroblades cut through the once so independent and insensitive street lieutenant turned hard and proud mandalorian warriors heart. She could feel eyes wanting to burst in tears, but nothing came. Not yet.

<''Kranak?? Bring that medical capsule from The Recluse down, quickly! Tayl's... hurt...''> Tan called into the mic of the headset, feeling the anger being turned into fear and despair, but mixed with determination and silent prayers.

''It's going to be okay, Tayl! We'll go to Kamino, you know? Your birthplace? They gifted your mother and me with a miracle once; you, and I'm sure they can give us another miracle! Then we'll ride Aiwahs and lift off with out jetpacks just as they are about to dive into the deep blue... We love you with all our hearts, Tayl. Aliit ori'shya tal'din...'' Tan'yill explained, silently praying, and saw it all in front of her eyes. She would never give up on Tayl or Aloy. From now on, this was her mission in life. Whatever the kaminoans or where ever they went to get care for Tayl, they would get it. Even if Tan'yill had to rob the InterGalactic Banking Clan all by herself. Family were more than blood, as her mandalorian words translated to.

''Come with us, Iris... Please?'' Tan said in a considerably more serene and pleadingly voice, noticing the stone in Iris's hands and realised how much she had to thank the young Jedi for her daughter being alive.

Tae'l Vizsla , Iris Arani ​