Private Delana

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade
Tags: Alana Calloway

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Alana seemed to counter her argument calmly and her words were reasonable. It was not immediately clear whether the arrival of Gamorrean grunts would be good or bad. Delphine had developed decent relations with many a warlord during the years she had spent working on spreading Insatious' influence to the planet. Normally, it would be quite beneficial to wait for their arrival. This was different, however. The data core contained information which could turn the locals against her and by extension her grandfather. The risk of their arrival was that they would uncover the information contained within the disk - it was highly undesirable as it could severely damage their relations. With that, she continued listening - if it was possible to avoid waiting for the Gamorreans to arrive, that was something she would be interested in exploring.

The girl didn't react to the comment on whether she enjoyed her work or not. She was not quite sure of the answer herself. Instead, she listened and allowed Alana to finish her proposal. Not only did it seem risky to let the disk slip into the hands of the one who hired the hat-wearing woman, but she also wanted the information it contained. It was the reason for why she had not gone there with the sole purpose to destroy it herself. She would speak with a slight hint of nervousness "You say that you don't want to hurt me. Are you considering it?"

She would then go on to present her counter proposal "I know that I probably can't compete with whoever is asking for you to retrieve the datacore, but maybe this could be acceptable for you anyways. What if I kept my data core but gave up everything else? You could have what remains of the wreck, the weapons, the supplies - it might not be worth as much as that bounty but it would at least be a good payday. What do you think? Can we work something out?"

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

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Alana's eyes shut as Del inquired as if she had planned to try and hurt her. "The thought crossed my mind, but it's the last thing I want to do if I'm being honest." Alana said calmly, as she studied the woman wearily, for a moment thinking the talks had stalled, but quickly turned out not to be the case. Alana really needed this pay day, but again, she found the idea of even trying to harm the woman repulsive.​

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It felt like the time between the pair was hours, but it was hardly a few minutes as they spoke, all the while Alana felt that Delphine might attempt to strike her, but the lack of tension made it easy to dismiss that notion. When Del offered her counter proposal however, Alana's face twitched, as she wasn't sure if this would work out or not. She most certainly wouldn't get paid for this type of thing, but...well maybe? "I want to tell you yes Delphine, I really do." She muttered, her hand tightening on her belt. "I feel like if I take that, I'm going to get burned, badly. I can't get most of this stuff off world before the planet's government shows up, and I think you know that." Looking down, Alana shook her head viciously, her snow white hair falling further down as it came to a stop around her neck.​

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Her lips tightened, trying to see if there was a better outcome than this. "I see the look in your eye, that this means something to you. It's more than a job, isn't it? It's...something more important than that. It's personal." Alana managed, still studying the woman, tense and expecting this to go south as she finished, though her hands moved away from her belt, as if expecting Del to cut her down here and now.​

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She really wasn't sure what to do now.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade
Tags: Alana Calloway

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Although tension was still sky high, things appeared to be less volatile. Alana had announced that violence was low on her list of preferences - it helped put Delphine's mind at ease. Of course, she would still be vigilant just like Insatious had taught her but she felt a bit less anxious.

"I want to tell you yes" was what people said when they actually meant 'no'. And judging by what followed, it seemed to remain true now. There was a good point to what Alana said. Whichever Gamorrean Warlord arrived first might be interested in keeping the loot for himself. It was also possible that another scavenger like Alana would come down there - which would be even more problematic. It was possible that she could work things out with the locals - they generally had good relations. But then, if it went awry, she was not quite so willing to risk her relations with them in order to get the woman her weapons. When viewed from Alana's perspective, her reluctance to agree was understandable. From Delphine's point of view, she was in an insane negotiation to convince someone not to rob her. "Maybe yeah" she spoke reluctantly

Puzzled, Delphine's brows furrowed as she struggled to understand Alana's question. The concept of doing something that was 'just a job' felt foreign to her. She had not done something for monetary rewards since before she was captured by Insatious. Her reasons for conducting missions and tasks on his behalf now were more related to loyalty, duty and importantly, fear. It made it hard to answer the question honestly without risking misleading her. "Something like that" she mumbled, all whilst considering what other options there were. Maybe she could just grab the data core and run? Or perhaps she could knock the hat wearing woman out - although, that was less than ideal considering the truce they appeared to have. Another option, of course, was to continue talking to her. But then, time was not on their side. The longer they talked, the higher the risk that an undesired party would arrive.

Delphine's shoulder dropped as she let out a defeated sigh. "Look, I don't even know what your plan is here. You'd need me to find the data core anyways and I'm not giving it to you." It was only partially true - the ship was small and the core would more than likely be found eventually - even if she did not help. But she said it anyways - in some sense, it was true, at least considering the potential time pressure they were under. "Isn't taking the weapons your best option here? Or would you try to make me reveal to you where the core is too?"

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

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Yea, this was going no where fast. "My plan, is that you need that core. I need that core. You can't get it without me seeing you get it." They were running out of time, and as much as Alana hated it, she had to make a choice here and now. Was she really coming all this way for nothing. The girl seemed insistent that she could just take the guns and they'd all balance out. Alana was entirely sure that even if she wanted to, there was no way in hell she'd be able to scavenge this stuff together. "Remember when the reason you came in here was to find something to treat my injuries? Should have seen that coming, huh?" She muttered, placing her hat back on her head. The itch inside her skull was growing, and it was getting Alana in a sour mood rather quick. This was the exact same thing that she hated about her line of work. This back and forth talk wasn't going anywhere, Del had time on her hands, or thought she could just stall Alana out to get what she waned. "Damn it girl, you're really going to make me do it?" ​

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She stared hard at Delphine, struggling on what she was to do next. "I don't think you understand the situation you're putting me in right now, and I don't appreciate it one bit." Her fists balled up tightly, taking in a breath as she tried to think clearly here, but there was no real way forward. Least not that Alana could see. She stared at Del from a long moment, before sighing. "Fine. Take it." She relented, waving a dismissive hand at the woman, not having it in her to fight over this datacore.​

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Some bounty hunter she turned out to be.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade
Tags: Alana Calloway

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Delphine swallowed, hard. Alana's plan was very confrontational, just like her own. Neither of them wanted to surrender the datacore to the other. It was a miracle that a physical fight had not broken out already. The fact that it had not was a testament to how much the Sith wanted to avoid injuring the other. The reverse was probably also true.

When the hat-wearing woman insinuated that she had been insincere when going to retrieve some bacta, it was impossible to hide how hurt and insulted she felt. Delphine's mouth opened as her jaw dropped and she let out a shaky breath. Although it was true that she had wanted to retrieve the datacore while inside, she had been unaware that it was a shared objective. And she had indeed truly intended to bring some bacta gel to help relieve Alana of her pain. Instead of answering the question, the girl closed her mouth in an attempt to be dignified.

She stood in silence as Alana spoke. The cordial relations between them became more eroded by each moment that passed them by. While Delphine didn't utter a word, her chest rose and fell with every breath. She felt horrible - partially for putting Alana in such a tough spot, and partially because Alana made her feel so bad about it. 'Friendship' or whatever it was appeared to have been a mistake. Her grandfather was right. He always was and she had been a fool to try something else. Even though the scavenger relented, powerful emotions still boiled in her mind.

Elements of anger, rage, sadness, shame and pain all played a role. In the end, it was the sadness - the hurt that this had all caused. Perhaps it was something that she would, at some point, be able to look back to and find strength in - but not now. Now, she was just unhappy. A low rumbling noise could be heard as Delphine reached out through the force. Loose parts of the ship started to shake as raw, uncontrolled power seemed to course through her. Then, she stretched out her free hand towards the cabinet of mission-related items by the front. The rumbling sound shifted towards it as the rest of the ship was left in peace. Delphine let out a gnarl as the hinges of the cabinet came loose and the two doors came tumbling down, roughly in their direction. Along with them came a plethora of items. Identity badges, lunch boxes, letters and medkits. Knowing of Alana's injured back, the girl crouched down to pick up a medkit herself.

"There should be some bacta gel inside." she said, failing at supressing the shiver in her voice while trying to appear as unemotional as possible.

Regardless of whether the medkit would be accepted or not, Delphine then moved towards the corner where the dataconsole was. It was next to the ruined cabinet. Trust was thin, so she would be on high alert in case she would be attacked. Carefully, she moved the body of the, now dead, officer from the console before opening a small hatch by the bottom. From there, she removed a datacore and put it in her pocket.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

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Alana merely watched the woman shrink, feeling a mix of disappointment now knotting within her, and she knew that this was a lost cause. She didn't want any damn guns, she had wanted the damn core, but given that wasn't going to happen now...​

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Shaking her head, she turned her back to Del, running a hand through the back of her semi dirty hair. She felt a sharp pain in the back of mind, unknowingly just as Del began to use the force, and she let out a hiss, holding the back of her neck. It could have just been an injury getting a rise out of her, but in fact it was something else; not that she knew that. "Ah, damn it..." She muttered to herself, before realizing the swaying she felt wasn't just in her mind, it was actually happening. The air filling with the sound of strained and warped metal, Alana looked up in horror, then back to Del, thinking that this thing had finally given out on them. She might have felt backstabbed, but she wasn't content on letting the woman die crushed under all this steel.​

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Extending out a hand on instinct, Alana tried to fashion together a warning. "We need to get out of here the whole thing is-" ​

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The words died in her throat, as she watched the hand motions, and that sharp pain in her neck only grew. Snapping her head towards the sound of the rumbling set of crates, she attempted to move infront of the woman, but her reflexes were not quick enough, as they spilled their contents out on the ground before them. Leaving a very stumped Alana, who had a growing sense of dread within her being now. Watching Del take the pack, Alana eyed it, then her, concern now etched into her features. Slowly collecting the pack, Alana watched her with wide eyes, the pain slowly fading from her neck as the woman retrieved the datacore, shifting the man's body out of the way. "You're...a jedi..." Alana muttered to herself, gripping the pack a bit tighter, eyes fixated on her now.​

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She had been around them before, but never up close, and never had she seen their powers on this display before. She wasn't sure if she should feel in awe, or terrified. The thought hadn't crossed her mind yet.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade
Tags: Alana Calloway

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It was finally in her possession. Delphine let out a small sigh in relief before starting to dismantle the data core. It was slightly too large to be pocketed. Fortunately, the parts that contained actual information were smaller. Although she wasn't very well versed in how to handle computers, she was not a fossil either. First, she removed the shell, leaving the vulnerable parts underneath it exposed. She then started to look for a black square shaped object inside. Before she could find it, however, Alana spoke.

She shook her head and let out a definite "No" Delphine offered a polite smile before looking back down at the datacore. "The Jedi are hypocrites" she said - Insatious' teachings were well entrenched in her. For a few moments, the girl was silent. She had found what she was looking for and started to pull it out from the rest of the datacore "The Jedi preach about peace and mercy and tolerance - but they are the ones who are at war with everyone. And just look at what they did at Mirial, Manaan and Sarka" she shook her head disapprovingly "I don't want to be associated with them"

Despite the fact that she talked to Alana now, it felt like something had changed. When they had just met, the two of them seemed to get along well. But after they discovered that they had the same objective, everything seemed to have changed. It was natural - both of them probably had stronger loyalties to the cause they were pursuing previously to meeting each other. The conflict of interests was obvious. Even though she talked to her about the Jedi, it was more tense. The hope of making a new friend was gone. Instead, it was more akin to polite chatter than something that would lead somewhere. It made her wonder what was going through Alana's mind. She had come there for the purpose of retrieving the datacore. Now that she had agreed to let Delphine take it, what was she going to do now?

Regardless, a grateful nod was offered "Thank you" she said, before slipping the black square shaped disk into her pocket. Her gaze shifted to the weapons rack and then back to Alana. It was weird how she almost felt a bit apologetic when Alana was the one who was twisting her arm to steal items that belonged to her. Still, Delphine offered the hat-wearing woman a sorry look as she started to move towards the hole that they entered through.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

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She found herself unable to move as Del began to talk, explaining how she was not a jedi, and how she seemingly despised them. Mi'la didn't know what she was talking about with the wars, but then again she never really cared for keeping up with galactic politics. She was merely silent, like a child being told off for things she didn't understand, she simply felt caught up in something bigger that she didn't entirely understand. She tilted her head, still not understanding any of this, but it wasn't her place to understand, in a way it wasn't her place to be here at all. Her head dipped, and as Del finished and moved past her, Alana simply looked down at the med pack in her hand, before throwing it down the corridor. The pain her shoulder and back flared up at it, bringing her down to her knees.​

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She really hated this mercenary life. As much as she might have enjoyed the freedom, having to remain as a puppet for whoever had the credits to pay her fee. She had no real loyalties except herself, which really wasn't all that much. Frustrated at the way this whole thing had broken down, Alana reached for the deathstick in her pocket. She felt that Del was leaving, though little else was being recognized in her world right now.​

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Lighting the stick, she went to puff on it, unaware of the hyperspace fumes that had built up in the wreckage. Alana's autonomous armor was the only reason she wasn't immediately killed by the ensuing havoc.​

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Alana spotted a spark that caught in the area, before it exploded around her. The resulting fire ball washed over her, and the scattered weapons and energy cells near by, only helping the explosion grow in it's destructive might. As Del left the ship, it was soon engulfed in flames, leaving the bounty hunter somewhere within.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade
Tags: Alana Calloway

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The explosion did more than just startle her. It scared her tremendously. Reacting quicker than most, Delphine dove down into the shrubbery behind a rock. It appeared as if she wouldn't have been hit by anything regardless but in the long run, it paid to be careful. Getting up, she looked to the fiery inferno. A few moments ago, she was inside - what it was that caused the explosion was unknown to her. It was, however, easy to assume that it had something to do with Alana. The ship had appeared stable before and she was the only person inside it who was alive. A prominent feeling of guilt crept into her mind: Had the woman tried to kill herself because she wouldn't get paid for the data core?

Death was not something that Delphine shied away from. The fear of it was a constant element in Insatious' training and she had seen it before. Of course she felt horrible when her own people had died but it was nothing which she wouldn't be able to overcome. Still, if she were to be the cause of someone's demise, she wanted it to be intentional. She wanted it to have a purpose. Her feelings for Alana were mixed to say the least but if the scavenger perished now, it would just be a useless weight on her conscience. Whether it was out of compassion or selfish self preservation, Delphine would spring into action.

There wouldn't be a need for her to move far. Running in to rescue her friend would look cool - but the Athlete really was not dressed for it and knew that she would probably succumb to the fire and smoke herself if she tried it. Instead, she would have to bring Alana out. The hole which they had entered through was already a structural weakness - it would have to be enough. Reaching out through the force once more, the heated metallic parts started to rumble. Delphine gritted her teeth as she did her very best to make the metal budge. But it didn't do much. She would have to reach deeper. She didn't have to look for something for long as the memory of how betrayed she had felt when Alana wanted to steal her data core was close at hand. An explosive anger surfaced and allowed her to get a stronger command over the force. The large plates moaned as they were bent further apart before breaking loose completely.

Quickly, she discarded the plates and allowed them to fall to the ground. Delphine then stepped forward to look for her former friend. Meanwhile, another wave of guilt hit her. How could she use her anger against Alana who may just have committed suicide because of her? It was unconscionable. Fortunately, the thought was fleeting and quickly pushed to the back of her mind. Her focus was needed in order to save the woman. "Alana!" she hollered "Follow my voice, I've cleared the path!"

If Alana was capable of moving, being given a sense of direction would probably help. The young Sith called for her once more "Alana!" but was not going to wait for any longer lest the woman appeared and was making her way out already. If so, she would once more reach out through the force and take hold of the body that could roughly be found where Alana had been when she exited the ship. Delphine would then use the force to telekinetically levitate the woman and bring her out of the burning ship.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

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The force of the blast smashed her into a support strut, pain coursing over her body, with only the heat shielding of her armor keeping her from cooking in it. Of course, it was only after she became conscious that these discoveries were made, as Alana woke in the middle of a roaring fire, her hat incinerated, and her armor shell starting to glow from the immense heat about her. Her head rang like a drum, blood pumping in her ears, and fear gripped at her heart. Groaning as she tried to pushed herself up, Alana found herself pinned by a on fire crate, her right leg securely trapped under the glowing hot crate. She groaned, kicking frantically as the smoke heat and flames began to blot out her vision, she had only one option left. Taking her shield gauntlet, she moved it near her leg, and deployed it, the energy shield throwing the destroyed metal box aside, and allowing her to withdraw her leg. Powering the device down, she attempted to rise, and was once again floored with searing pain as her leg rebelled against her.​

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Crying out, she toppled onto the smoldering floor, laying amongst the flames that were starting to wash over her, she could feel her suit starting to heat up, as it was nearing it's tolerance. Grunting, she began to crawl, dragging her crippled limb behind her, barely able to catch Del's voice in her ears, though she felt that she might have been imaging things. The roar of the crippled structure drowned that sound out, and Alana felt her gut tighten, and her 'sixth sense' ringing out. The danger followed not long after, as Alana caught sight of a metal strut falling down at her. Out of desperation, she rose up her hand, her life flashing before her eyes as she felt this was truly it.​

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The loud clash of metal sounded, as Alana opened her eyes to find the beam missed her, seemingly cast by the wayside; though Del had undoubtedly felt the use of the Force from within, aside from her own usage. Feeling a tad drained from her near death experience, Alana had thought herself dead, eyes closed as she pondered what had lead her here, and if perhaps Delphine would remember her fondly once this affair was over.​

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It didn't take long for a sense of lightness to take over, and for a moment, Alana thought herself dead. It wasn't until she felt the pain within her leg flair up that she realized she was merely being carried out on thin air, pulled from death by...was...that Delphine? The pain she was currently in made it a moot point, as her armor was blackened from the heat, her vest was badly burned, and her pained grunts could be heard from inside her armor, until she withdrew it back into storage. "D-Delphine, you...came...back?" She sputtered, trying in vain to keep her leg steady as she was being held, and failing all the while. From what Del could tell, it was clearly broken. Before the pair, the ship was in the first stages of collapse, as the groan of metal and roar of fire compromised the structure, leaving very little, if anything, there to be picked at.​

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Not even Alana's death stick pack.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade
Tags: Alana Calloway

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She had to concentrate - otherwise, Delphine would have let out a sigh of relief as she saw the hatless woman's body appear from the flames. It was not all that surprising since she was the one who was levitating it but it was only now that she knew for sure that it was indeed Alana and not a corpse to one of her deceased colleagues. Before making any real observations, she would make sure to fully bring Alana away from the fiery ship and gently set her down on a relatively soft patch by the shrubbery.

The fact that Alana appeared to be force sensitive had become abundantly clear but it was not the most pressing matter now. Delphine would then do a visual inspection of the woman. This time, it looked significantly worse than it did before. Burn marks were visible across her apparel and her leg looked bad to say the least. She had heard of the Jedi's capacity to heal but it was not something which she had learned during her training under Insatious. The injuries that had been sustained were far beyond what the girl was capable of dealing with herself. A doctor would most likely be needed.

"Of course" she said, brushing some sweaty strands of hair away from Alana's face. "You're going to be fine. I'll be sure of it" Delphine would let a caring gaze linger for a few brief moments before reaching into her pocket to produce a comms device. Activating it, she would ask "The shuttle, what's the ETA?"

A somewhat unsure voice answered "Uhh, roughly 10 minutes, maybe 15"

"I need it here faster. Can you please make it 5?"

Realising that something was urgent, the voice replied quickly "I will tell them to hurry. Should they be prepared for combat?"

"There is no need for that now. If you have a medic onboard, tell them to be ready" Delphine didn't wait for the officer to respond before ending the call. Her allegiances would soon be fully revealed to Alana but it would have to work. Besides, while Insatious' operations on Gamorr weren't advertised openly, they were not all that secret either. Especially not after the battle against the Concord ships.

"Sorry about that" Delphine looked to the woman apologetically, once more showing a softer side. It would not last for long, however, as her expression soon turned to a more serious one. "Got any medical conditions that a doctor might need to be aware of? Allergies, previous surgeries? Anywhere where it hurts particularly bad? What's your blood type?"

There was a reason for the battery of questions. It was likely that they could only be asked now. For while Delphine wanted to let the doctors at the base treat the Mercenary in their properly equipped facilities, she also wanted to limit what information that the woman could gather on her way there. Additionally, it was quite likely that her next action would limit how much the hatless woman would have to suffer before being treated. Delphine would wait for the answers and repeat her questions if needed. Once she had received all the answers she needed or determined that she wouldn't receive any answers, she would place a hand by the side of Alana's head, almost as if caressing her "You'll be fine. Don't worry. This is all going to get better. Once you wake up, you'll feel better, okay?" As she mentioned the word 'wake', the Sith would apply a wave of telekinetic pressure to Alana's head - while quite uncomfortable, it would be over in a matter of moments and served as a quick way to render her unconscious.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Aquilia-Boreal Cry, Slicing Glove, K-22 body armor, CRP-01 Revolver, Wrist Mounted Weapons (Hekler'Kok WMMW-01), DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield​

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The pain was a big of a distraction to the huntress, as she was still favoring her leg, eyes shut as once she saw Del, she felt she would be okay. Del told her she'd be okay, but Alana wasn't entirely sure of that. Not that she was mortally injured, but rather it was going to be a pain to get back to her ship and recover. She felt Delphine's fingers brushing against her face, prompting a bit of confusion, though the huntress said nothing. It was too much energy to even try to do something right now. Still, she could overhear Del on a call, seemingly arranging for transport. Was...she being kidnapped? "Delphine?" Alana groaned, managing to open her eyes and look to the woman, her head still swimming.​

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There was a shuttle coming, and fast, which was nice to know. But where was she going? Del's questions about her medical state wasn't much help either. "I don't know....I have a drug problem? Is that important?" She muttered, groaning as the pain in her leg was only getting worse. She didn't even know what she was allergic to. Oh, maybe that stuff Konor put on, maybe but that was another matter all together. Then Del began telling her about things, and she wasn't sure about what was being told to her. "What does that mean? That doesn't sound too good..." She muttered, droning off to herself, sounding less coherent now. "Okay but if you-ARGH!" She grunted out, as there was a large degree of discomfort before she passed out, the huntress passing out before Del, seemingly put down by her abilities.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade, Lightsabre
Tags: Alana Calloway

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Confusion was expected. It was clear that Alana wasn't quite sure what was going on but in truth, she appeared to be more aware than most would have been in her shoes. Without placing any apparent value in the now revealed drug issues, Delphine offered a nod. "It might be important - All information is good right now" She knew a thing or two about first aid - but this was beyond her competency. It was something she would be sure to tell the doctor once they arrived at the base and the medic, if there happened to be one on the ship. Perhaps she would have an opinion on the drug addiction at some point but for now, all that was needed was what could have an impact on the medical treatment.

If it hadn't been what was best for the hatless woman, Delphine would have felt bad about the pain she caused her. Now, however, there was comfort to be found in the knowledge that it was for a greater good. Once Alana was unconscious, there would be little left to do other than to wait. Delphine would try to check on the apparently broken leg and see if something seemed to be immediately fixable. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could immediately be found - at least not that she had any know-how in how to manage. Standing back up from her previously crouched position, the athlete gathered both of their equipment that weren't engulfed in flames as she waited for the ship to arrive.

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What followed was a journey with a shuttle similar to the one that had been shot down. It carried a few soldiers whom Delphine had been put in charge of for the Gamorr operations as well as two pilots and an officer. While there was no medic onboard, the soldiers did appear to have better training in first aid and field medicine than the girl. If Alana had been conscious during the journey to the Sith's base, she would have noticed professional but perhaps surprisingly cordial relations between all parties in the transport.

After arriving at the base, medical professionals would take over and start to apply proper treatment to Alana's wounds. While they did not use any general anaesthetics, they did apply localised sedatives to her leg which would require more directed efforts. If Alana was still unconscious or dazed enough to not object, her weapons and armour would be removed and placed on a desk a few steps to the left from her bed. Delphine would remain present. If anybody would have queried as to why, her plan was to cite safety reasons - fortunately, nobody questioned why she remained.

"I believe that she will make a full recovery in a few days." The doctor spoke to Delphine

Although it was not a true surprise, her eyebrows still rose excitedly "Very good, doctor. Thank you"

Back when they had first met, the doctor would have been surprised by the Sith's friendly demeanour. Now, however, he took it for granted - and returned it in kind. "Of course. You needn't worry yourself. I'll check back on her in a couple hours."

Delphine offered a grateful smile "Thank you once more, doctor. I'll stay here for a while."

The man departed with a nod, leaving the two alone in the room. While the equipment was markedly better than what could be expected from Gamorreans, the theme of the room was Imperial to say the least. Dark metallic colours dominated as the rather spartan decorations failed to offer much colour or life to the room. A premium had been put on efficiency and safety. Overall, the room was dimly lit - with one exception. Delphine was seated by the side of the bed with a reading lamp shining from above her shoulder. The light was brighter than all the others and made it easier on the eyes for her to read through the information that she had managed to salvage from the crashed ship. It was a good thing that Alana had relented - for the information could have done some serious damage if it fell into the wrong hands. And now that she could keep it, she would be able to use it to further Insatious' cause on the planet instead. Her satisfied mood quickly faded, however. The athlete looked up to Alana. She tried to brush away another wave of guilt as the daunting thought crossed her mind once more. What if the woman had tried to commit suicide because of it? It was a horrid thought. For a while, her gaze would lock onto the woman before she would finally look back down at the datapad with the preserved information.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Hospital Gown​

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Fortunately for Del, Alana was very much out of it for the rest of the trip, the huntress remaining very much unconscious. Probably for the best, because she would have pitched a fit over having her gear stripped from her. She didn't know how she was out for, or had happened, but as she came to, eyelids flickering open, she found Delphine close at hand; as well as a god awful light burning at her eyes. Letting out a low groan, Alana winced as she attempted to shield her eyes, and felt the pinch on an IV line as she did so. Her leg felt tight and confined, as she attempted to move it, and felt it slow and heavy; someone had secured it in a Bacta cast.​

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Taking a single moment to sit her head up, taking in a view of her room, she huffed, setting her head back on the bed, eyes slowly moving to focus on Delphine, she managed something between a smile and a grin. "Hey...how...badly did I mess up?" She asked, her voice weak, as she swallowed trying to moisten her throat. She felt a tad guilty having roped the woman into saving her, frankly she still wasn't sure what the hell she had done. "Thank you, for getting me out of there..." She muttered, eyes closing as she let out a sigh, unsure as to where she was going from here. If her leg was broken she'd be laid up at least for a few days.​

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There were a few things that she was trying to figure out right now. Looking back to Del, she sighed once again. "I'm sorry for...upsetting you. Just...got disappointed, thought we were getting along so well." She bit her lip, before continuing. "I...don't have a lot of friends, believe it or not. I could use some...like you." She finished, unsure what Del thought of her, but given the woman hadn't left her to die, she figured it there had to be some sort of understanding. Glancing at the data the woman was holding, Alana put it out of her mind. That job was done, no sense in lingering on it. She failed, again. Nothing new on that front.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade, Lightsabre
Tags: Alana Calloway

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The reading stopped when she heard a low groan. Delphine brushed her thumb against the display to put a mark where she stopped while her attention turned to the sound's source. It made her glad to see the mercenary seemed to be conscious again - she was a tough one. Without letting her eyes leave Alana, she locked the datapad and put it away. With the other arm, she reached for the lamp. Not to shut it off but simply to angle it away. She had moved slowly and gently, careful not to appear as a threat or to risk overwhelming the recovering scavenger in some way.

It was still unclear why there had been an explosion at all. If the question was anything to go by, it could be assumed that Alana had done something. Whether it was an attempted suicide or something else was still unclear. With that, the answer to the question wasn't obvious either, "There was a pretty big explosion. What remains of the wreckage is even less salvageable now than it was before." Delphine spoke with a low voice, careful not to imply that she minded the destruction. After a brief pause, a smile appeared "But you seem to have made it out well enough. The doctor thinks that it'll be alright"

"You're welcome" her smile lingered - it was good to hear that Alana appreciated it. If it had been an attempt at ending it, at least she seemed happy that she didn't manage to do so now. With a small nod, Delphine left the bedside and moved towards a desk by the door. The signs that Alana needed some water had been clear enough. There, she poured water into a glass from a canteen. Returning, she offered it to the hatless woman.

Alana was bold to return to the topic of their first encounter. It had been one that had caused them both to become quite upset with each other. Still, it seemed as if the Mercenary was apologising and Delphine had no desire to maintain hostile relations. Just as she was about to speak, Alana continued, mentioning her lack of friends. It was something which was true for the athlete too. Although she might have used to have friends before Insatious captured her, she did not have many now. Still, the feeling of disappointment and hurt was still lingering from when their fight broke out earlier. Friendship was scary. It was risky. It was also probably selfish. Still, it was an alluring prospect. "I don't have that many friends either" she said, entertaining the thought. But then, treating someone as a friend meant that she'd have to take their interests into account. And if she did that, the only reasonable action was for her to step away - because friendship meant that the person would be brought closer to Insatious. "They tend to die" Delphine looked to Alana, not at all sure what the scavenger's reaction would be. Would she still want to be friends? Would she not want to have anything to do with her?

Regardless, she'd try to move on and quickly blurt out a "So, you know how to use the force?"

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Delana​

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Location: Space | Gamorr​

Tag: Del Chaussidier​

Gear: Hospital Gown​

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It took a moment for Alana to realize her hat was gone, very well forever now, as the huntress spent a full five seconds looking for it, before the memory of it's loss returned. Frowning, she listened to Del's recounting of what happened to the ship, the recollection of what went down trickling into her mind. Yea, there was nothing left salvaging on that ship, but Alana had never really considered trying to salvage anything in that mess. She had come for the datacore, not left over junk. Rubbing her temple, she nodded slowly. "Yea, I...think the fuel or something ignited, I...I just remember seeing fire open up and then..." She shook her head, the memory violently cutting out as she saw sparks.​

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She had been content to suffer the discomfort of a dry throat for a moment, but Del was nice enough to fetch her water. Smiling as she took the glass, she drank it gleefully. Listening to Del though, Alana felt a similar bubbling of sadness as the woman revealed many of her friends were dead. It wasn't all that different from Alana truthfully, as people she had called friends before were all killed by now. She managed a smile, setting out an open hand for Del to take if she wished it. "I've had that happen too, more times than I'd care to think on...but if nothing else, I don't die easy, yea?" She tried to joke, but it was more meant to be reassuring to Del. Though that smile faded as the younger woman asked her about the Force.​

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She never liked talking about that side of her. "I don't know how to use it, it just...happens. I don't know what's wrong with me." Alana's entire postured shifted, looking away from Del now, feeling rather nervous about her uncontrolled ability.​

 

[Del]

Delana​

Location: Gamorr
Notable Equipment: Vibroknife hidden in boot. Massive Gamorrean short-blade, Lightsabre
Tags: Alana Calloway

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The theory had been that the large explosion had been a direct consequence of a suicide attempt or something of the sort. That idea faded as Alana spoke of what happened from her perspective. How the woman had been able to cause such a tremendous amount of destruction by accident was beyond Delphine's understanding. At any rate, it good that her initial presumption had been incorrect. Normally, she'd be able to comfort someone in Alana's position with the knowledge that the authorities would investigate the matter and that they might offer some sort of useful information - but knowing the Gamorreans, that seemed unlikely. "I don't think we have any mental health practitioners here, but if you feel like you need to talk about it, I can listen - until we find a professional..." she trailed off awkwardly - could someone really be trained in listening? Probably, but then, it made it all sound so insincere. Delphine would allow the potential awkwardness to linger. It was too late to do anything about it regardless.

The bid for friendship appeared to be sincere. Delphine looked down to the mercenary's open hand. The idea of making a friend was daunting - she had just been reminded of the dangers of making friends and there was nobody who could possibly survive Insatious. If her Master's mind was set on it, he could kill or corrupt any individual. Trying to mask her hesitance, the girl put her thumb in Alana's hand while wrapping her own hand around the back of it. The gesture of friendship may have been answered - but Delphine was sure to keep some sense of control. For a few moments, her eyes just lingered on those of the white-haired woman. How could she even answer someone who said that they didn't die easily but that she didn't believe in? This particular time, the Sith didn't offer an answer at all - instead, she kept silent and tried to produce a smile.

Eventually, their hands would slip apart as the conversation was moved onto the topic of Alana's force sensitivity. "Wrong with you?" Delphine sounded surprised. In truth, however, she could recognise herself in the same position. If it had not been for her force sensitivity, Insatious would probably never have taken her from her swim team in the first place. There was much suffering that could have been avoided - but then, if he had not saved her from that existence, then she would probably just have reached a fragment of the potential that she had under his tutelage. She would speak matter-of-factly "Nothing's wrong with you. The force is like a Nexu. If left unchecked, it can be dangerous to you, or others, regardless of whether you like them or not. The only way is to tame it. Bend it to your will."