Private Ghostling Joins the Vode

[Zaesthaoh Vizsla]

Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla (I assume you're the other "overprotective mom" Aloy mentioned) Kranak Vizsla (Unless you don't want to)

Zaesthaoh was starving. Literally. For as long as she could remember, she had been living on the streets, getting what food she could. Lately, however, no food was anywhere to be found. It certainly was odd, and the Ghostling finally resolved to going to the market, although she had no money.

The girl reached a fruit stall, slipping past a person or three clad in beskar, and snatched a meiloorun, turning on her heel and running. Or at least trying to. A large hand, belonging to the one selling the fruit, grabbed her wrist, causing the fragile bones in it to break as Zaesthaoh screamed in pain.

The frail child was roughly flung into the street, miraculously avoiding hitting things that would cause a Ghostling instant death if they hit them at that speed. The girl crumpled in a heap, bleeding and sobbing, in far too much pain to move from the middle of the street.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Tags: Zaesthaoh Vizsla | Aloy Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla

Markets weren't exactly the kind of place Eliz tended to be. Clad in his father's armor, he looked about the many stalls with idle curiosity. Fruit, vegetables, meat. Food, really. Living off ration bars and such wasn't the type of life anyone would enjoy. And given Cleru taught the young Mandalorian how to cook and bake, well. He wanted to try cooking for the Vizsla clan. Least he could do after they took him in.

He'd gone off on his own, gathering up some of the more sweeter fruit. Pastries were his goals this time, a sort of danish like treat for the crew to enjoy once they got back and he made them. That's when he saw it. A kid being thrown.

Before he knew it, he was already there. He rushed right over to the Ghostling, quickly glancing her over behind his helmet. He knew nothing of Ghostlings. All he saw was a child seemingly brutally beaten. Rage filled his mind. The man who had sold the fruit stepped over, shouting something about a thief? Eliz couldn't hear it. All there was was that ringing echo in his ears. Anger. Flashes of images, memories.

He turned from the Ghostling, staring up at the man before pulling out the blaster on his hip and leveling it for the man's head. He spoke in Huttese, eyes narrowed in his fury.

"Uba cag see miw."

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
C H I L D

Location: Coruscant Underworld, The Underworld Marketplace
Local Time: 19:33
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Find Food, Drinks, Medical Supplies, Weapons, Explosives and Ammunition for Black Hand Collective Safe House on Coruscant.
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Scatter Gun. ECM 598’s left behind at Aloy's ship, Sabre-1)
Tags: Aloy Vizsla | Eliz Krayt | Zaesthaoh Vizsla

The Coruscant Underworld, where law breakers, gangsters and other criminal types run rampant in the dirty streets of lower levels. It was one of the few criminal hotspots in the galaxy. There wasn’t a place quite like it; maybe other than Nar Shaddaa. Kranak felt right at home as a bounty hunter and a mercenary. He knew quite a number of levels in Coruscant like the back of his hand. He was used to hunting criminals and taking security contracts in the criminal underworld of Coruscant. He walked the streets with confidence.

But that wasn’t why he, Aloy and Eliz were here for. At least not today. They were here for getting necessary supplies for a Black Hand Collective safe house in Coruscant. For that reason they went to the Underworld Market to look for the supplies. It was a good place to start.

The marketplace was slightly overcrowded. There were lots of people with varying professions, all looking for something for their own liking in the marketplace. Petty criminals, gangsters, bounty hunters, slicers; all of them out for something.

The giant Ori’ramikad parted the crowd like a boulder in a stream as he walked in the marketplace, standing tall well over most people, as usual. He was keeping an eye out for a good weapons merchant, inspecting the wares of some of them. [“Found anything you fancy, vod?”] his helmet annunciator turned off, he inquired to Aloy over a closed circuit while he got a hold of a long barreled blaster rifle from the counter of a Rodian’s counter.

“Looking for something specific?” said the Rodian enthusiastically, with a dirty smile on his face. Kranak knew that look. It was the look of a merchant who smelled a lot of potential credits coming his way. The giant looked back at the weapon to continue to inspect it. It was a DLT-19, an older model; but in a bad condition. It had most certainly seen use. In battlefields of the present, it was substandard. This thing belonged to a war museum. Hell, having an idea where these merchants can get their wares, maybe this was from a war museum. Most probably stolen.

Much to the dismay of the Rodian, he put the DLT-19 back into it’s place on the merchant’s counter and left without a word. “Oh come on! You’re missing out on the good stuff! Come back! You haven’t seen the whole manifest yet!” The giant paid no heed to the Rodian merchant as he walked away.

Something -or someone- bumped into him while he walked in the market to find and evaluate the next weapons merchant’s wares. He looked back to see what -or who- it was. He couldn’t see well due to the crowd of people, despite looking over the head of those around him. He saw the glimpse of a shiny aura, but wasn’t sure what it was.

Paying no mind to it at the time, he shrugged and moved on while patting his weapon holsters, pouches and other valuables he had on him at the time. Whoever or whatever bumped to him might’ve been a thief, you’d never know. This was the Underworld, afterall.

[“I don’t think we can find what we’re looking for here. We’d be better off raiding some street gang’s weapons depot than buying street trash here.”] said Kranak over the commlink as he glanced at the next weapons booth, while walking past it. [“I know a couple of black market weapon dealers in a few levels below. They should be able to hook us up with the good stu-”]

His words were interrupted by a kid’s scream accompanied with angry shouting. Iit was coming from his six. His head turned towards the source of the scream, as well as the head of a few others. Not many cared about what was going on. Most people did not want to get their nose into someone’s business in the Underworld. But Kranak wasn’t most people.

He moved towards the loud sobbing as fast as the moving crowd of people let him. He gently pushed away a few people to pass by. The sobbing of the kid got louder as he came closer. After a moment he laid his eyes on what was going on.

He saw Eliz pointing his blaster pistol at a man. The man was shouting at both him and the kid sobbing on the ground. The child emanated an aura of light from her skin. She was bloodied, dirty; her clothing tattered, holes in her shoes. She was holding her right forearm with her left hand as she cried in a fetal position.

He felt the tension within Eliz. The scene must have affected him. The giant didn’t blame him. But there was a slightly better way to handle this. Moving closer to Eliz, he laid his left hand on the young lad’s blaster wielding gently and pushed it downwards. [“I got this.”] said the giant over the commlink to Eliz.

With a voice command, he turned on his annunciator to speak with the shouting man.

[“What’s going on here?”]

“That sobbing little scoundrel stole from me!” said the angry merchant, his furious gaze meeting the black T-visor of the giant Mandalorian.

[“Stole what, exactly?”] said the giant, crossing his arms.

“A meiloorun fruit! Do you know what we do to thieves here, Mando?”

The giant tilted his head to the left slightly in response. He did know what happened to thieves that got caught in the Underworld. Never ended well for them. It was a lawless place.

He glanced at the sobbing kid and back at the shouting merchant. [“All this shouting for a damned fruit?”] said the giant, calmly. [“I’ll pay for it. How much is it?”]

“I don’t want your damned credits,” spat the merchant. “Justice! I want her punished for her actions!” the man glanced over his left shoulder at the girl, then looked back at Kranak “She’s gonna wish she wasn’t born when I’m through with her!” The man’s eyes glowed sinisterly, with a disgusting smile on his face.

[“Is that so?”] said the Ori’ramikad, slowly unfolding his arms.

“Yes! What, are you going to defend a karking thief?”

He glanced at the sobbing child on the ground and back at the merchant. She might have been a thief, but she was defenseless and in a lot of pain, but most importantly, she was just a kid.

The giant moved slowly towards the man. The distance between him and the merchant reduced to mere inches; the giant towered over him as he looked down upon him. [“Move.”]

The merchant’s jaw clenched from anger, his teeth gritting. He wasn’t having any of it. “You karker!” With his right hand, the man pulled out a six inch vibroknife from his right pocket to stab the giant.

But he was slow. Effortlessly, Kranak grasped the man’s right wrist with his left hand tightly, his crushgaunts amplifying his strength. His bones broke with a sickening crack. The man yelped in pain, his grip around the vibroblade’s hilt loosened, the knife fell to the ground with a metallic clatter. After making sure he was disarmed, the giant let go of his wrist and followed up with a devastating kick to the man's crotch. The man collapsed to his knees, wailing in pain.

He grabbed the man by his hair with his left hand and pulled his head to the side, exposing the angry merchant’s throat. Kranak landed the final blow with his right fist. The giant struck a powerful blow on the man’s throat with considerable speed. With a meaty thud, the giant caved in the man’s windpipe.

Finished with him, the giant pushed away the merchant to the left and moved slowly towards the sobbing child. The man collapsed to the ground from on his knees, convulsing helplessly on the ground as it growled in pain, trying to gasp for air.

His shadow was cast over her as the giant approached the sobbing child. He crouched next to her once he was nearby. [“It’s okay, you’re going to be fine, kid.”] The giant spoke calmly while he reached for a Medisensor from his IFAK pouch to scan the full extent of her injuries with the device.

 

[Zaesthaoh Vizsla]

Zaesthaoh dimly heard the exchange between Eliz Krayt and the man, but she didn't think much of it, as her sobbing was soon interrupted by a series of hacking coughs followed by a groan as Kranak Vizsla and the man fought. When Kranak's shadow fell over her, the Ghostling froze in terror, flinching as he dropped to his knees beside her and vaguely registering his words as she fought unconsciousness.

She certainly was in bad condition. It was clear that the child was sick, shivering with fever, and she was clearly emaciated, almost literally skin and bones. Zaesthaoh was thirteen but seemed younger, and her green hair was a tangled, matted mess. In addition to the broken arm and scrapes and bruises from being tossed around, the girl had several assorted scrapes, cuts, and bruises.

Simply put, it was a wonder she was still alive, frail as she was.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Tags: Kranak Vizsla | Aloy Vizsla | Zaesthaoh Vizsla

Eliz's heart was hammering in his ears. Outwardly, his form seemed deathly calm. But inside, he was in a full blown panic. Anger, rage, fear, all of it rushed through his mind at the same time, overwhelming him. He wasn't on Coruscant anymore. The twin suns bearing down on him. His skin burning from the heat.

He was on Tatooine. Armorless, beaten. Fighting against cruel people who simply didn't care. Like this man. He wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger.

It was Kranak that kept him from snapping. The giants hand pushing his gun down brought him back. Once again he could hear the sobbing behind him. His helm turned to the Ghostling, watching her.

“You karker!”

Eliz's gaze snapped right back to the giant and the salesman. The appearance of a weapon was all it took. Effortlessly the Chiss hybrid lifted up his blaster, and before the man could thrust the knife a blue bolt hit him square between the eyes and sent him to the ground with a thud.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

T H E - C H I L D​

Tag: Kranak Vizsla | Eliz Krayt | Zaesthaoh Vizsla |

[“Found anything you fancy, vod?”]

::"Nada... Just junk":: Aloy chuckles into her commlink while waving off an angry Quarren trying to sell her death sticks. Tempting as it may be now that she could smell it, She knew that addiction was right around the corner. And she was unwilling to risk going at it again.
She might be a criminal now, But she was still a clean woman. Honorable, In her own way. She would't trade this new life for the world.

Walking the underworld market, She was met with fantastic neon hues that danced gently across her visor, Reflected by various signs for both produce markets and gun shops alike, Reminding her of the days she used to spend on nar shaddaa.
But of course, This wasn't nar shaddaa. Coruscant was so familiar and yet so alien, The Vizsla matriarch having only been to this world once or twice before, And even then, Not this far down. That was one of the many reasons she'd opted to bring Kranak with her this time. That, And everyone enjoyed "Big battle brother" 's presence.

[“I don’t think we can find what we’re looking for here. We’d be better off raiding some street gang’s weapons depot than buying street trash here.”]

Speak of the devil. ::"I hear ya, Vod. Got anywhere else in mind?"::

[“I know a couple of black market weapon dealers in a few levels below. They should be able to hook us up with the good stu-”]

Static... ::"Kranak?":: The transmission was cut, But why?

Holding up her wrist-comm, She could see kranak's position on her map, And moving fast. Whatever this was, It wasn't good.
With no time to lose, Her jetpack roars to life, Carrying her through the air and over the crowds towards his position.

Before too long, She was high above the scene, Gently descending while she watched events unfold.
She recognized both the giant's and Eliz's armor down there, But the merchant and the glowing object behind them were both wildcards.
Whatever happened, The merchant was raising quite the commotion, And Eliz had his weapon drawn.
"Dank farric"

Before she could react, The merchant made some sudden movement, Hard to tell what from up here, And Eliz had blasted him right between the eyes, Causing a flash of plasmatic light and the dull echo of a shot ringing out immediately after.


A moment later, Aloy lands behind them, Glancing at the body as she steps over it, Careful not to squish it underfoot with her prosthetic leg, The claws clicking against the durasteel below.

<"My, my. I leave you two alone for five minutes and you've already shot a guy"> She chuckles
<"But..." That was when she noticed the ghostling, Craning her neck to the side in curiosity <"Who's the kid?">

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[Zaesthaoh Vizsla]

Zaesthaoh whimpered as she heard Eliz Krayt fire at the man. When Aloy Vizsla asked about her, the Ghostling spoke weakly. Her voice would normally be light and ethereal, but in her condition, it was coarse hoarse and rough and irritating gravelly. Thankfully it didn't get everywhere. That wouldn't be a pretty sight, vocal cords spilling on the duracrete. In fact, it barely got anywhere—it was barely audible.

"My name is Zae—" she broke off into a coughing fit before speaking again, weaker than before. "Zaesthaoh. Who are you?"

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

T H E
C H I L D

Location: Coruscant Underworld, The Underworld Marketplace
Local Time: 19:36
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Tend to Zaesthaoh's Injuries
Secondary Objective: Find Food, Drinks, Medical Supplies, Weapons, Explosives and Ammunition for Black Hand Collective Safe House on Coruscant.
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the Scatter Gun. ECM 598’s left behind at the ship.)
Tags: Zaesthaoh Vizsla | Aloy Vizsla | Eliz Krayt

The giant saw his Alor converge rapidly towards him and Eliz on his Heads-Up Display. Not a moment later after noticing that, Kranak heard the gentle hum of her Jetpack coming from above.

<"My, my. I leave you two alone for five minutes and you've already shot a guy">

["I didn’t have a choice. That scum would’ve killed her."] Kranak said in response as he looked over his left shoulder at Aloy and the lifeless body of the merchant she stood on while he waited for his Medisensor to complete its scan.

The Ori’ramikad somewhat wished it hadn’t come to that chakaar dying, but it was him that pulled a vibroknife. He hated drawing unwanted attention, more than ever in a place like the Coruscant Underworld. But no matter what he did to avoid that, it didn’t matter as long as he carried the burden of his beskar’gam. Despite the stories the aruetiise tell one another in awe and fear about the Mandalorians, that never seemed to have stopped the rotten low life criminals across the galaxy to try and take down a Mandalorian, and take their armor for themselves. He could feel he and his vode were being watched carefully in the Marketplace.

<"But… Who's the kid?">

Kranak looked back at the glowing child and his Medisensor. He inquired similarly to the child while he read the Medisensor readouts as he received the data regarding the kid’s medical condition.

[“What is your name, child?”]

“My name is Zae- Zaesthaoh. Who are you?”

The child’s words were barely audible. Her voice hoarse and gravelly. She sounded even weaker after her coughing fit.

[“Zaesthaoh. That’s a beautiful name, kid.”] Kranak said. [“As for my name, you can call me Kranak, kid.”]

The Medisensor scan was complete. The giant Ori’ramikad quickly read the Zae’s medical condition off the Medisensor’s screen. She was malnourished and weak; her blood pressure was low. She had a number of injuries prior to that merchant breaking her bones. A number of small to large scrapes and bruises. She had a number of standard fractures on her right forearm, as well as her wrist.

He silently cursed under his breath. How did that merchant manage to do this amount of damage to her so quickly? His question would be answered after he looked at the species classification on his Medisensor. A Ghostling. He had never seen one in the flesh before, but only heard of their beautiful features and that they were very fragile due to evolving to the conditions of their homeworld.

Looking over his left shoulder at Eliz and Aloy, [“I can’t treat her here. I left my medical backpack back at the Sabre-1. Not to mention this environment is anything but clean, let alone sterile.”] said Kranak, as he reached for a stim shot from his own IFAK to help with the child’s pain.

[“This might sting a bit.”] Kranak said, as he leaned closer to the child to administer the pain relieving medicine from the right arm of the kid.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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Tag: Zaesthaoh Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla | Eliz Krayt |

Kranak was beginning to make sense of the situation. Whatever the child had done, Even the ex-bounty hunter couldn't abide abuse of any kind, Especially against children.

"Zaesthaoh. Who are you?"

[“Zaesthaoh. That’s a beautiful name, kid.”]

<"Yeah, What Kranak said..."> She removes her helmet, Giving the kid a friendly smile. It was difficult to force a smile through the saddened expression she'd worn beneath the helm.
She pats Eliz on shoulder, Whispering as she goes by; "Good shot~"
Then she squats beside the Ghostling, Looking over her injuries before speaking
"Hello, Zeasthaoh. My name is Aloy. This here is Eliz, And you've already met Kranak. We are..."

"We're here to help."

[“I can’t treat her here. I left my medical backpack back at the Sabre-1. Not to mention this environment is anything but clean, let alone sterile.”]

She closes her eyes, And sighs. How much had these people put this child through already? "It's going to be okay" She moves a little strand of green hair from the child's face before standing and turning to Kranak, Though her gaze remained fixated on her gauntlet at first, As she pressed a few buttons. The Sabre-1's location appeared on a digital map, And soon the black hand agents here would see the Sabre-1's waypoint begin to move on their HUDs, Heading to their location.

"Just sit tight a moment~" Her eyes flick upward towards Kranak "Take her aboard if you need. I'll cover any the expenses, Find more supplies if need be"

​

 

[Zaesthaoh Vizsla]

Zaesthaoh nodded as Aloy Vizsla introduced herself and Eliz Krayt . "You have nice—" she broke off into another coughing fit, which lasted nearly thirty seconds. "—nice names too." The Ghostling froze as Aloy moved her hair out of her face, not used to the loving touch, and winced as Kranak Vizsla injected the stim.

Due to her small size, the stim spread through her system quickly. The girl felt her pain ease, which made her realize how exhausted she was, and she yawned, her dry, cracked lips splitting. Zaesthaoh fought the fatigue, fearing she would never wake up again if she fell asleep. She'd seen that happen to others far too many times. Her stomach rumbled but it was drowned out by the sound of the Sabre-1 approaching. She hadn't eaten in days, and it had been a while since she'd had anything to drink, and even then, she was desperate enough to drink sewage.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Tags: Aloy Vizsla | Zaesthaoh Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla

Eliz sort of dumbly nodded to Aloy as she spoke. The worlds were hollow in his ears, like she was yelling from hundreds of feet away. It wasn't until the ghostling spoke up herself that snapped him out of it. Right. The kid needed help still. His helmet tilted upwards as he looked to the ship itself. Ah, yeah. He killed someone. Probably shouldn't stick around much longer.

He jumped up as soon as he had the chance to, disappearing into the ship. There, alone, he pulled off his helmet. Staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked calm. Empty. Killing someone wasn't what bothered him. It was the lack of feeling with it. The young Mandalorian took a breath. It didn't matter, not right now. Given that kids state and what she was trying to steal, it was obvious she wanted food.

Food he could do.

While the other two handled what they handled best, he went into the kitchen. Cleru had taught him a lot about cooking, so that's what he did. Something sweet, filling. Fruit cobbler. He used what fruit he'd already gathered in making it, berries and such. No one should go hungry.