Hotline Bling

[Fiore]

Winds blew against the abandoned base, inside a small camp site had been set up. Fiore pulled a pot from the campfire and began to stir the meat and bean concoction about till it was mixed. The pot rested against the cold floor of the base center cooling enough to be eaten quickly. Steam rose around the pot as the woman changed clothing and into something a bit warmer. Pulling the hood up over her long brown hair, Fiore pulled the meat and beans towards her. A small spoon dipped into the brown mixture and she began to eat quickly, knowing that any smell of life would probably draw a Wampa out of its cave. The food was finished and Fiore cleaned the pot for another day, she shoved it into the case of other utensils and kicked the case into the tent like structure.

Being stuck on Hoth wasn’t her idea of a great time. The planet was cold and full of things that wanted to eat her, mostly wampas. She would rather fight an army of Jedi and Sith alone, than have to be near one of them. Though, they had a lot of meat on them and the one that had tried to kill her when she first arrived had provided enough food to last her a week. Her breath condensed as she snorted remembering she needed to get rid of the carcass that was going to soon start to rot and then draw out more of the man beasts towards her. She would hunt for one later, hopefully she wouldn’t need to eat it for another week. Heading towards the carcass and bones, Fiore set fire to the remains, a blaze kicked up and burned whatever was left over. She covered her mouth and nose with the hooded cloak and she stood near the flames to keep warm. A few moments passed and she headed back towards the center of the base and her encampment, gathering a few tools she picked up heavy guns and headed out towards the perch she had set up on the surface above.

Force users tended to flock here because of the history of this place. She remembered studying the battles of Hoth several times over while she was in classes in the Jedi Temple on Tython. The memories were painful as they were filled with the faces of Jedi she had grown up with and she knew one day, she would be killing them. It was her duty and at her core what she was created to do. Trask had done this to her, he had removed her from the Force and she would take the Force’s chosen from it. Slinging the heavy gun over her back, she climbed one of the tall ladders up towards the surface. There should be able to spot any one coming through the surface. She had wired the anti-air guns to a portable power source – they were useable, but only in quick bursts. They would provide damage to a craft as long as it was small.

A small radar was pulled out of her pack as she sat in the pit of one of the huge laser turrets. Fiore set it at her feet and watched it intently. The little device would be able to pick up anyone coming into the atmosphere, but only above her. She made a mental note to acquire one that had a larger range when she went back towards the Core worlds. Something started to ping on her radar and quickly the trained shot aimed the crosshairs upward. Narrowing her eyes, she waited till the craft flew into the place she needed. Once it moved into the center of the crosshairs, the gun opened fire tearing the through the atmosphere towards the invading craft.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

It was an unfortunate thing that the Starfury was in for repairs – she would have enjoyed flying across the icy tundra of Hoth with it, maybe take out a Wampa or two with one of her ion cannons. Mira chuckled softly as she pushed through the atmosphere, looking down at the remnants of various ships and bases that had been abandoned for some time. For the Galaxy, Hoth was one a place that was rich in history when it came to hidden bases, battles that turned the tides of war and changed lives forever. It was a unique place needless to say and that was one of the reasons why Mira was making the journey to the frozen world – to find something that had been lost to the sands of time. She had done extensive research through the Jedi Academy Network on the former Swords of the Jedi – what information she could retrieve detailed a one Jaina Solo-Fel. It was said she became a great Jedi in her own right and was able to unite the Galaxy with her husband – an Imperial.

Such a strange thing that a Jedi of her stature would marry an Imperial – love knew no bounds apparently.

As the XJ-8 soared across the skies, Mira looked down at the instrument panel, double checking her systems again. Her shields weren’t up as she wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary – a mistake she would soon come to regret. The sudden wail of Pixel caused her to look up just in time to see a concussion missile soar by the cockpit and skip off the upper right engine, before flipping end over end and exploding behind her X-Wing. The explosion rocked her ship and caused her right side vernier thrusters to register offline and sent the X-Wing into heavy spin on its vertical axis. The alarms were screaming in her ears as Mira struggled with the flightstick between her knees, both hands death gripping it as she adjusted left but got limited response.

“Pixel, quickly fire off the forward right vernier thrusters – rapid bursts!” She was hoping to get some control of the spin before she impacted the ground, otherwise the ship would shatter into a dozen pieces or explode. “Dump the fuel, now!” The droid’s response was drowned out by the alarms, the warning tone of the ground approaching and the sound of crackling electronics. Mira held the flightstick with her right hand and grabbed the throttle which was vibrating quite violently. She pulled with what strength she could muster, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes as she tried to reverse the engines to slow her speed. The sound of an additional explosion on the left side of the vessel confirmed what she feared – there was no more engine control and she was coasting with damaged wings and limited control. Pixel would wail loudly, confirming he was able to do something and Mira could feel the difference as the quick bursts of energy would help slow the roll of the vessel but only so much. It was enough that when her vessel hit the ground, it brought it in on portside wings, nose down.

Training kept Mira from reflexive bringing her arms up to shield herself from impact – instead she kept her hands where they were, which were on the flightstick and throttle. The impact was jarring, and Mira lost consciousness on multiple occasions as the ship flipped twice and then slammed into a mound of snow and ice. An overwhelming sensation of pain wracked her body as she remained motionless against the broken console, the flightstick jammed against her right leg. Her hand felt funny – sort’ve numb. Possibly broken – who knew. She felt a warming sensation down the side of her face, blood probably. She was all banged up and she knew it once more. Her eyes were half-opened as she looked out the side of the canopy towards the horizon.

She could make out the noise of a BB unit - for a brief moment, she thought she saw the quirky form of Pixel but that faded with a blink and then darkness consumed her.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

[member="Mira Rekali"]

Smoke filled the sky above Fiore and the armament she had cramped with her. Narrowing her eyes, she lost the craft over the small tundra. Digging around she found the binoculars she had brought with her.Looking through the binoculars, the screen and the computer that was inside of them allowed her to calculate the distance that the craft was from where she was, which wasn’t too far. Standing up, she clipped two viroswords to her back and pulled up the hood over her brunette hair. It was going to be a small journey and she somewhat hoped the pilot didn’t perish in the crash. “Maybe I should wait till they get closer to the ground next time…” Fiore rolled her shoulders back trying to warm her muscles from sitting cramped for the time and the cold didn’t help much.

A speeder rested at the base of the gun she had fired, dropping off some of the heavier equipment she moved to dust the snow off the bike. Leaving it on for a few moments, it warmed up and she pulled up a mask over her face to keep her nose and mouth from becoming frost bitten. Time was running out for whoever was in that downed craft. If it was a force user, she could bring them back to the Templars or just kill them. Either way, she was doing her duty. On her body there were small insignias that were identified with the Templar Order – they were a small group, but sometimes small groups have enough reputation to precede them.

The speeder flared to life and she navigated through the terrain remembering the coordinates of where the craft possibly landed. She had surveyed most of the landscape around the base when she had first arrived planet side. Her incomparable ability to survey was paying off as she quickly found the smoking pile of wreckage. The speeder parked close by and Fiore pulled the mask from her face and sighed softly. It was a mess, and she wondered if the pilot who ever they were actually survived it. A part of her felt bad, knowing that she could have possibly killed someone for no reason, though something in the back of the assassin’s mind reassured her that if the person was a force user than they deserved it.

The snow slushed under her boots as she made her way towards the wreckage, the heat from the machine brushed against her face and was oddly welcomed. Trained eyes quickly scanned the area looking to see if the pilot had survived and had walked away possibly preparing to attack the person that had shot them down. There were no footsteps, just track marks of a small…ball? Frowning, she followed the tracks and caught up to what looked an astromech droid’s head on top of a ball. The screeches were loud as it was trying to get into the cockpit of the downed ship. “Shhh. I’ll get whoever is in there you just need to be quiet.” Fiore grabbed the small droid and quickly latched it onto the back of the speeder, it wouldn’t be able to move too much or cut through its restraints. She focused again on the cockpit.

Kicking through the shattered glass, she pulled the cracked framework away. Everything was hot, but her winter gear protected her for the most part. Frowning, she saw the girl and realized that she had been banged up pretty bad, blood was everywhere. Pulling off one of her gloves, she reached in and tucked her fingers gently under the pilot’s head and felt for a pulse. “Weak, but you’re alive.” Heading to the speeder, she pulled for the first aid kit. Fiore remembered quietly the lessons back at the temple for first aid and force techniques that
helped the injured. The memory was painful and she punched the side of the speeder to knock herself from memory lane.

Bringing the pack towards the craft, she wrapped a bandage around the girl’s head seeingwhere she had hit it on the control panel. After a few more bandages, she pulled the girl from the wreckage and threw her over her shoulder as gently as possible. “Check you over back at camp…” Doing what needed to be done to strap Mira onto the speeder, Fiore took off quickly heading back to camp. The next few moments were nothing special as she dragged her into camp and parked her against the fire. Binding the girl’s hands and legs she made sure there was no running for her. The base was warm for the most part – the portable batteries and heating units came in handy as she quickly changed out of the bloody gear and was left in a t-shirt and her fitted slacks. Kneeling in front of the girl, Fiore brushed the stray hairs and started to administer any first aid that was still needed. Her arm was slung and pain medication was given through a shot. After everything was bandaged and taken care of, she kicked out the second cot and laid her down, still tied up in case she decided to get violent. Taking this time to prepare dinner, she heated up some of the canned food she
brought with her…

 

[Writer]

Time was something that seemed to pass by in a haze – how could she tell how long she had been out? She was fading in and out of consciousness when she heard the voice of Fiore speak to her and remove her from the cockpit. She’d awaken briefly to feel the icy cold wind against her flesh only to pass out again and awaken to being bound at her feet and hands. Mira felt weird, a bit numb and a bit dizzy – she saw the woman administer something in her arm. Did she drug her? Was she going to kill her? No, why would she go through all the trouble of bandaging her up and administering first aid. The cloud surrounding her mind only grew heavier as she tried to look around the camp – she even tried to reach out through the Force but couldn’t quite focus where she needed to.

Her vision swayed left and then right as her eyes shifted back and forth, she’d catch a glimpse of her lightsaber over near Pixel – who apparently had been shut down. She took a breath, trying to lock her eyes on her lightsaber and focus the Force around the object that felt so foreign. The hilt would shake slightly, rattling ontop of the metal box where it rested.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

[member="Mira Rekali"]

The rattling on the box caught her attention, so the woman she had caught was a force user. Anger filled her being, but on the outside she remained calm. It seemed the woman was weak still from the crash and her injuries. "I suggest not doing that." Fiore continued to stir the food in the pot over the flames. Viroblades remained near her in case Mira decided she knew best.

"I'm not going to hurt you, seems I already did that by shooting you down." Her tone remained cold a contrast to the warm fire that brushed against their skin. Ice blue eyes with flecks of the pale sick yellow of Sith corruption stared at Mira. "Your eyes and skin are free of Sith corruption, so I'm going to assume you're a Jedi or something on that spectrum of the Force. " Fiore mused over her assumptions and shrugged. "You're all the same, arrogant mortal gods." There was resent dripping from her words and pain moved across her features. She was once one of those arrogant mortal gods, and she missed it. The way the force felt, how it's comfort was always with you, and now she wasn't only mute from the force she was completely dead to it.

"How does it feel, to have the Force?"

 

[Writer]

Mira frowned and released her half-assed hold on the lightsaber before she turned her head away from Fiore, for the most part, she ignored the banter of how she was no different than a Sith. She’d let off a chortle that was a bit enhanced by the painkillers she was under. “You’re holding me against my will, you have me tied down like some slave.” Mira managed to hiss through ragged breath – memories of being a slave to the Hutts ran rampant through her mind, she’d wince as she tried to further turn herself away from the other woman. She did her best to shun any talking or engagement to her – why should she?

“In my eyes, you’re no better than a slaver – so get on with whatever you’re going to do.” Mira said with a hint of anger in her voice.

Of course, the last question as a bit curious, a question that Mira closed her eyes and tried to think back to the times where she couldn’t feel the Force. She thought back to where the Hutts had that specialized collar around her neck – what it was like to feel empty, to feel nothing but raw emotion without being able to do anything about it. It wasn’t about the power so much as the ability to feel beyond feeling, to touch things around you without, well touching them. It was a blissful sensation and then to have it all ripped away was a gut-wrenching sensation that brought about misery and pain. Suffering without end so to speak.

When Mira finally managed to escape and break free from that damned collar and was able to feel the Force again – it was a feeling that she couldn’t quite explain.

“It is what it is…” She simply replied.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore sat there and listened to the hissed words from the Jedi. Being compared to a slaver didn’t bother her much, this was protocol when handling a force user. Mira was lucking that Fiore didn’t see the humanity in using Force restrictive shackles. Hypocritical was this ideal. Fiore hated force users, she hated the way they carried themselves above others, but she would never make them feel the pain she felt every day. Despite her blame on all of them, the reason she was this way was because of her former Master. The food started to bubble as she listened to Mira continue to speak. In the back of her mind she made a note that the girl had a nice voice – for a Forcer. Fiore only cared for one answer and that answer would decide the fate of the girl – if she was going to live or die.

It is what it is…

The words played over Fiore’s mind as she stopped stirring the food as it boiled. It began to boil over as she stood quietly her face growing dark. The voices came back spouting their opinions in her mind.

See, they’re all alike, ungrateful for their GIFT!

Kill her! Kill her! Spill her blood! Show her mortality!

She thinks she’s better than you, that you’re unworthy of her answer – over power her show her.

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SHOW HER POWER, TAKE IT TAKE IT!​

As if she could use the Force, one of the Viroblades seemed as if to appear in her hand as she moved towards the cot that was close by. Quickly she straddled Mira’s wounded body and brought the edge of the blade to her neck, by crossing her arm and forearm across her body. Fiore’s other hand grasped the collar of Mira’s clothing and brought her close to the blade – the cold metal would rest against flesh, but didn’t slice – not yet. The Assassin took in deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself, but being unable to do so. Through gritted teeth she repeated what Mira had said. “It is. What. It. Is.” She couldn’t fathom being so nonchalant about the Force, everything she did during her time on Kashyyyk was trying to regain what she had lost – the part of her that would never return. “Have you ever lost it? Have you ever felt the emptiness that comes with losing something that is your core being?” The blade pressed against Mira’s neck, but still not hard enough to draw blood. “Have you!?” Her voice echoed in the abandoned base as she pulled Mira up by her collar almost shaking her. There was pain and frustrating in her voice as she asked once more. “Have you?”

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Mira cried out as she was roughly pulled up from her relatively comfortable positon and jerked around until her flesh came to rest upon the cold durasteel that could very well take her life. She stared into the eyes of Fiore with a rather cold gaze from her garnet orbs as she listened to the words come venomously out of her mouth. Mira glanced down at the blade and then up at the woman who held her, sneering as she spoke. “Do it, kill me – I’m not afraid of dying!” She cried out in pain as she was shaken viciously, her vision being threatened by waves of darkness as surge after surge of pain crashed into her body.

When Fiore finally stopped, all Mira could do was continue to stare at her, tears brimming up at the edges of her already reddened eyes. “You have no idea what I’ve been through and what I’ve felt…” The tears would then start to fall down her bruised and battered cheeks. “I’ve had it taken away by people like you and forced to wear chains, and been thrown in a cell and to sleep on a cold floor in darkness.” Her eyes shot back and forth between the azure orbs of Fiore – the Sith corruption within reminded her of the stars within the night sky against the backdrop of blue. Mira had to admit, they were beautiful.

However, in the moment – Mira was on the verge of being killed by this woman with constellation like eyes. So the feeling of admiring something of that nature, went out the window just as fast as it had come.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

[SIZE=10pt]See she thinks she’s better than you – her life is harder.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A voice echoed again in Fiore’s mind as she looked at Mira, the desire to end this and make the girl pay for her nonchalant attitude with the Force. The durasteel hadn’t tasted blood in some time, Fiore wished she had found her sabers that Trask had taken when he abandoned her on Kashyyyk. This would have been quick and she would be bringing Amelia the head of this Jedi, but here she was straddling the girl as she broke into tears demanding that she kill her and how she wasn’t afraid to die. Fiore regained control of her mind and she pulled the blade away from Mira’s neck. She moved her face closer so all that she had to do was whisper to her while she continued to grasp Mira’s collar. “Everyone is afraid to die – stop trying to be brave.” There was something different as she put the girl back down, she was gentle which was something completely the opposite of how she had acted just moments ago. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I might have not been a prisoner or a slave – but I was stripped of the Force by my Master and left to die on Kashyyyk.” Standing over the cot she told just a small and short summery of her beginings. Looking down at the bindings she cut them with the sword and returned to her seat. The meal had boiled over and started to scorch in the flames. “I’ll kill you if you choose to run, I know more about this landscape than you can imagine. If you try and kill me, I’ll kill you.” Putting some of the curry like meal over rice she handed the bowl towards Mira. “Can you feed yourself?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Something told Fiore not to kill her despite every ounce of her being said she should have. She wouldn’t have to be sharing the little food she had and she would probably get a promotion back at base. Still, something urged her not to kill the girl on the cot. The more she thought about it as she waited for a response, she noticed little things about her – especially her vibrant garnet eyes, they were something she had never seen before…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]This Jedi, was not like the others. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px][member="Mira Rekali"] [/SIZE]

 

[Writer]

Unfortunately for Fiore, as her breath crossed over the lobe of her ear, it made the very skin upon Mira crawl with a sensation that was completely unfamiliar to her. In turn, that very same sensation caused her to whimper faintly as the other woman pulled away from her. As her bindings were cut and she was left to lay upon the cot, she would listen to the tale of woe that Fiore spun about her own beginnings. The tale would soon end and then turn into threats of violence against her, should she choose to escape or fight her way out of the situation.

‘So I am your prisoner, just say it – when the time comes and you feel it’s fair, you’re going to kill me.’ Mira glared at the back of Fiore’s head as she remained laying upon the cot. As she turned to hand Mira a plate and asked if she could give herself sustenance, Mira rolled over as best she could – shunning the other. “I’m not hungry.” Which was a blatant lie, her stomach was cramping and growling something fierce. The pain was returning and the drugs were wearing off. Tears would start to flow down her cheeks again as she wept silently, trying to hide it from the Jedi assassin.

‘Don’t let her see you cry again; she’ll only taunt you more.’ She thought to herself.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore frowned as she continued to hold the bowl out towards the ungrateful Jedi. “If I was going to kill you I would have done it earlier. So no, I’m not going to kill you.” Placing the bowl next to the cot she continued to frown. “You’re going to kill yourself if you don’t eat. Without building your strength back up you can’t heal yourself.” Move back towards her place across the fire, she picked up her own bowl and started to eat. The Wampa soup was better than this sludge, but it was filled with the needed nutrients. Fiore pondered using the sickly Jedi for Wampa bait, but decided she was better company alive than dead.

“You can heal yourself right?” She had bacta, somewhere in one of the cases. It was mostly for emergencies and it was of limited supply. Sighing softly, Fiore put her bowl down and walked towards one of the crates and kicked it open. The bacta laid in its inner case and Fiore battled within herself to pull it out and offer it to the Jedi. She could just let her starve, would take the guilt from her for killing her. In the end it would be the Jedi’s own stubbornness killing her and not Fiore. Grumbling under her breath, she grabbed one of the bacta packs and locked the rest of it up. If for some reason Mira found a way to get up and walk the bacta would be out of her reach, minus the one that Fiore was going to hold hostage.

“Didn’t the Order teach you manners? You need to eat.” Fiore tucked the bacta pack into her shirt and then finished up the small helping she had given herself. “If you don’t eat I won’t give you the bacta package.” [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

"You must be dumber than a bantha herder if you think I can actually feed myself in my current state." Mira mumbled under her breath as she rolled onto her back. "But fine, we'll do it your way." She continued to mutter as she tried to sit up, tears still loosely flowing down her cheeks. She continued to struggle in the cot, against the pain of cracked ribs and the femur that was so far inflamed, Mira felt like passing out again. After a few minutes of struggling and nearly draining herself of all her energy - she managed to sit up and get ahold of the bowl of muck. Mira gave a look of disgust at the mixture of meat and brown liquid before her and reflexively held back a gag. The smell of the soup was somewhere between a sun-baked bag of Tusken rags and the underside of a Hutt carriage. Mira swallowed hard as she closed her eyes and tried to displace herself - thinking of something else as a hand managed to grip the spoon lightly.

Repeatedly, she found herself dropping it into the bowl with a soft "plop" followed by the sound of a curse. Finally, Mira gave up and sat the bowl back in her lap and stared out infront of her. "Would have been alot easier if you had gotten the supplies out of my ship that you so graciously blew the feth up - you jerk." She said bluntly as her coral colored eyes shifted from directly infront of her to the woman sitting infront of the fire. "You know, medical supplies, better food - survival stuff." Mira began to shake lightly as the sensation of hunger and cold began stacking up with the pain - her teeth chattering lightly.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore ignored the comments for now, she had grown used to them. It seemed like venom was the only thing that came out of Mira’s mouth. A spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl as Fiore finished it. Looking up and over towards Mira, she watched as the girl finally worked her way upright and began to attempt to eat. The task seemed more difficult that Fiore had anticipated. Putting her own bowl down, she moved towards Mira when she mentioned something about failing to obtain the things from her downed craft.

“I’m sorry, I was more worried about getting you out of the cockpit before it possibly blew up. I downed your craft because well you were flying to close my encampment.” All lies, as a hunter you needed to go to places were the hunted gathered. Finally seeing that there was no way, Fiore pulled the bowl from Mira and sat near the Jedi. Grabbing the bowl, she held up a full spoon towards Mira’s mouth. “Eat” Without much of a warning, Fiore shoved the full spoon into Mira’s mouth the best she could. After her best few spoonfuls, she spoke this time about her choice on not rummaging through the ship.

“There was a storm coming in, small time window, not enough time. There’s supplies along with food. We’ll head back to your ship when the storm is cleared.” Another spoonful. “There were other priorities.” [member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

“Unlike other pilots, I know what to do when my ship is shot down…” She fired back as she watched every movement of Fiore. As she came to sit next to her and take the bowl from her lap, Mira tensed up as if the other was going to do something violent. For a brief second, her eyes would reflect a fear that was alien, one where she lacked control over the situation. As the spoon rose towards her mouth, Mira cringed inwards and made a face resembling that of a child who was refusing to eat a vegetable that just wasn’t bright and colorful. Her eyes were fixated on the steamy liquid with the lump of pink meat sitting in the middle of the spoon – just wafting a grotesque odor from it’s very center. Mira went to speak and reject the food and as soon as she opened her mouth, Fiore shoved the spoonful in causing her to swallow inadvertently.

Like before, Mira felt her stomach heave as the liquid went down her esophagus and coated her empty stomach and the stringy meat hit the bottom of her bowels like a hard rock. She’d gasp after the first bite, letting out quite the exaggerated breath of relief before yet again another spoonful came. Mira was unable to protest – she was broken in body obviously and she needed some form of sustenance and after a while, it didn’t taste too bad. Slowly, bit after bit, her protests would become less obvious and she’d be humbler about being fed by this wayward individual.

Funny, not even a few minutes ago she held a knife to her throat, now she was caring for her. She showed the qualities of a Jedi – and the way she spoke of feeling the Force and having it taken away. There was more to Fiore than she knew, and it was intriguing. Her facial expression would lighten as she stared at Fiore for a moment but the second the gaze was returned; it’d harden once more. Fiore would speak, Mira listened but didn’t reply instead her eyes would divert over to her deactivated droid, Pixel and then back to Fiore.

“Fine.” She murmured after the last spoonful. She was becoming sleepy anyways and the odd combination of hot and cold that surrounded the camp wasn’t helping much – coupled with a full stomach, yeah she was tired. Well, tired wasn’t quite the word to describe the overwhelming sensation that was rapidly approaching.

‘Did she poison it!?’ Mira thought in a panic as she tried to fight back drooping eyes, falling forward slightly to catch herself and then forward again. Finally, every muscle in her body gave way and she’d prop up against the shoulder of her captor and rescuer – snoring loudly.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Fiore would sigh as Mira continued to fire off the venom. Though once she was eating things got a bit better, mostly because her mouth was busy chewing and swallowing than verbally attacking Fiore. Though Fiore assumed she deserved it, mostly because she did shoot down the girl’s ship. It was easy to forget that Mira was a Jedi and just a girl that needed help. Being able to use the force to heal would have been an asset in this moment, but because she didn’t have the Force the wouldn’t have been able to meet. The galaxy was cruel like that at times. Circumstance played a role in who you met in your lifetime and who usually stayed.

The bowl was almost empty when Mira seemed to waver a bit, there was a sense of panic from Fiore as she wondered if the injuries that the Jedi had sustained were far more grave than she had anticipated. Though after a few moments, Mira collapsed onto the Assassin’s shoulder and snored. In most cases, this would be found to be rather unattractive, but the only thing going through Fiore’s mind was that she was being laid on.

Contact like this was never allowed, Trask was a Master from the Old ways. Emotion and Attachments were forbidden with his teaching. Never feeling comfort outside of what she wrapped herself with when she needed to be comforted with the Force. The one and only time Trask ever touched her was when he dragged her into the forest and stripped her of the Force. Beyond that the Master never touched or laid a hand on her. Attachments were terrible things and even though she was no longer a Jedi she was still hesitant about them. Especially now, the way her stomach twisted and the feeling of the Jedi’s breath against her neck as she slept. Fiore felt her body tense and her face flush. Taking a deep breath, she tried to settle her racing heart, the cold of Hoth didn’t touch her and she was warm to touch. Finally getting some courage, she took this moment to hopefully apply the bacta without Mira flinching or trying to fight back.

Laying her down carefully, Fiore straddled her carefully not to put weight on her in case she had bruised or injured her pelvis. Squeezing the bacta into her hands she rubbed them together and fumbled slightly where she had felt the broken ribs. Her face redder than the setting suns on Tatooine, Fiore slide up/unzipped whatever Mira was wearing and began to rub the bacta onto her now bruised flesh.

Necessity outweighed the social approval in this aspect, it was first aid and with how Fiore was raised and her being cut off from society for so long - she forgot about social cues and what was proper to do to another person. In her mind, she was doing her job at healing...though Mira was pretty fit for a Jedi Force using Poodo head.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Visions were something that could potentially reflect the future – but were never certain as the future was always in motion.

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She could see herself standing in the doorway of some strange apartment, or was it a high-rise? It was a small place nestled in a big city world – was this Nar Shaddaa, Coruscant? Where was she? She gazed around the tiny room and out into the world beyond. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting beams of light in between the colossal skyscrapers. Each step she took brought fibers of carpet between her toes, the soft floor beneath her feet felt peculiar. Her eyes would divert to the floor and then to the clothes she wore – what surprised her the most was she was wearing very little. A simple camisole of black and a pair of her lacy panties. It wasn’t something she would just wear anywhere, obviously in a place she felt comfortable. That had to be this place, this place must have been her home.​

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That was when the familiar sensation hit her – she had this vision once before, but it was different.​

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Her eyes diverted up to the glass as she got closer, a hand coming to rest upon the transparisteel window. There was a cold feeling upon the transparisteel - one that caused her to shiver from her arm to her spine. She continued to watch the sun set in the distance beyond, the final rays of the sun basking what little warm it could upon her. She would inhale deeply, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly – that was when she felt the hands of another wrap about her waist and pull her close. The warmth of their body was comforting, as the emotions flowing through her were pain, sorrow and even a depth of loss. She would smile sweetly, the emotions drained away in that moment of embrace. The hands didn’t stop their clasp over her slim waist – no, they continued up towards her smooth shoulders. Like a slithering spice eel, they crossed paths just above her naval, gently caressing her flesh as they went along. Her teeth bit down upon her lower lip as there was a gentle caress over her left bosom before the hands found their mark on her shoulders, close to her collarbone.​

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She could feel the embrace tighten as lips would press against her shoulder blades, and work their way up to her neck. A soft giggle broke free from her lips as she opened her mouth to say something – but was silenced by a single finger against her cheek, that took its place back against her shoulder. The sensations were alien, these were new to Mira and each and every second in the vision felt as real as if it were actually happening. The kissing ceased and the hands broke away from her shoulders, causing Mira to frown lightly. Her crimson colored eyes would open to look out the large windows once again, the colors of the sky were a mixture of deep purples and blue, with a flare of orange and yellow from the sunset. As Mira went to turn, she caught a brief reflection of the individual who the hands belonged to but there was no feeling of panic or confusion.​

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Only elation and overwhelming joy.​

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She turned to face her – to face Fiore, the very same woman who held her captive once. No, who was holding her captive now? Wait, was this real? The line of what was reality and what was a vision became blurred as Mira found herself rushing forward to embrace Fiore, her hands coming up to clasp her cheeks tightly. Their lips would meet just as Fiore embraced Mira in the same mannerism that she did her – their kissing became intensified with each passing moment. Mira would bite down on the bottom lip of Fiore, trying to draw out her kisses out. The overwhelming sensation caused Mira to pull away and gasp as she was pushed against the glass roughly – the sound of cracking caught her attention, but only for a second. Mira chuckled softly, her hands dropping down as Fiore approached again, kissing her roughly. Mira’s hands explored on their own, from the backside of Fiore to her hair, fingers intertwining through the locks, but before Mira could return the passionate lip-locking – she pulled away from Mira and began kissing her neck. For a moment, Mira felt confused and even a bit upset as the hands of Fiore were everywhere and were being rougher than normal? ​

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Was it normal? ​

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Had this happened before?​

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Where was reality?​

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“What are you doing…?” Mira whispered in her ear, but her words fell upon deaf ears and pleasure would turn into excoriating pain. Her mouth would fall open, and her eyes would go wide as they could as the burning sensation of something sharp pierced her side. The look on Fiore’s face was something foreign as she pulled away with a sneer, ripping the blade free from Mira’s ribcage before attacking her again and stabbing it into her right thigh. The hands that held onto Fiore would try to clench onto whatever they could as Mira fell to the ground, a wounded look upon her face as she stared up at the woman she felt something for. Was it all just to kill her?​

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“Why…?” Was all she could manage to get out before Fiore dropped down with the vibroblade in hand and darkness took her.​

Mira jerked awake with a loud gasp and a cry of pain before falling back down against the cot roughly. She’d groan out of protest as the bacta had been obviously settling in and caused both her femur and ribs to send pain rippling through her body. With an audible whimper, she rolled onto her side and did her best to curl up into a fetal position, arms wrapping about her stomach.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Unaware of anything that was going on in Mira's mind, Fiore focused on speeding the Bacta to the wounds that she had caused. Being bred to be a Jedi, it hurt her to her core, knowing that it was her doing that caused this girl she didn't know so much pain. It was quite possible that Fiore lingered too long massaging gently the healing gel on Mira, her mind over working the possible issues that could arise if one, Mira woke up and two, if for some reason her commander decided to holocall her to check up.

Both of those possibilites spelled trouble for her, but if anything was to happen she would rather have the first occur. If her commander decided to call and see Mira - assumptions could occur especially if it was found out that the girl was a Jedi. It would put her in danger and it was a danger that Fiore couldn't protect her from. The thought process made the massaging stop as Fiore went through her previous thoughts several times over. She wanted to protect and to keep this girl a secret. What was happening? Why was this Jedi different? What was she doing to her?

There were so many Jedi and Sith that she had fought all of them dead after their encounter with her. She remembered each of their faces, some older than her some younger. There were several her own age - even ones she had trained with on Tython. There was never a second thought about killing them. Yet, here was a Jedi she could easily slit the throat of, but every time she tried to even gather the effort - she second guessed the action.

Pulling her hands away, she felt Mira stir and then suddenly jerk upward. "Don't!" The warning was too late and suddenly Mira was in an awkward fetal position. Fiore moved to the crate of medial supplies and kicked it open. Inside there was a towel and several shots of pain medication along with more bacta. Grabbing the towel she cleaned her and scooped up one of the syringes. She knelt down next to the cot and brushed aside Mira's hair and shhh'd her.

"Hey hey. I know it hurts I have something that can help do you want it?" She was going to give her a moment to protest, mostly to show the girl that she wasn't a prisoner. Trying her best to try and calm her, Fiore forced a smile - something she had not done in years. "Let me help you."

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

There was a profound sense of awkwardness as Fiore came over to her and asked if she wanted additional aid. Mira was cold and confused – apparently bacta soaked in various places and partially undressed. She would frown slightly as she gripped her sides tighter, trying to stay warm and fight off the breeze that brushed against her skin. The girl should have just stripped her down to her undergarments and did whatever she was doing with the bacta and cover her up with a blanket – might have been better. Thankfully, she didn’t do anything that, well, made her feel totally uncomfortable. Mira felt her touch against her hair, the fingers running through her chestnut locks. She would flinch reflexively at first and then slowly relax – looking out the corner of her eyes at Fiore and then straight ahead, closing her eyes.

Mira felt another feeling, one she knew wasn’t something that occurred on an everyday basis. A feeling that was a mixture of things, hormone driven even. She felt it once before, back on Yavin IV when she was with Liam. She was aroused - who would have known visions had the power to arouse one in such a manner? Or maybe it was the fact that Fiore was well, giving her such care and comfort. The thought crossed her mind to ask Fiore for something to maybe - well it wouldn't matter, she would have to wait to change her clothing when her supplies came from her ship. That was, if it hadn't exploded into a thousand pieces by now.

She didn’t dare tell her about the vision, they were one of those things that reached far beyond to scope of the now.

“Please…” Was all she said, a soft whisper as she tried to calm her nerves and fall back asleep. There was a sensation of comfort from her that Mira couldn’t quite place. Was this where it all began? Maybe. Or maybe it was just Mira imagining things.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]

 

[Fiore]

Deciding that please in this case was as good as a yes. Fiore found a good place and injected the Jedi with the pain medication. Hopefully it would provide her with better sleep. It was something she needed so that she could get better quickly. Once the drug was administered and it seemed like she had fallen asleep, Fiore sighed and returned to her work with the bacta. She stripped away the remaining clothing and did her best not to look. Biting her lip, she continued to rub and administer the bacta. A few tubes later, she was dressing Mira in a pair of the winter sleeping wear she had brought with her. It would at least help fight off the cold.

Next a few blankets covered the injuried girl and Fiore returned to her side of the fire and pulled out a small flask. Inside was a cheap version of corellian whiskey. It gave a fire to burn the belly and helped silence the voices in her head. A few heavy gulps Fiore stared at Mira's sleeping body, what was she thinking? The Jedi was going to heal up and then turn on her despite the fact she just healed her.

Fiore took another sip already beginning to feel the affects. Should she return to her initial thought and kill her? Should she pack things up and abandon her before she gets to full strength? Or should she wait it out and see if the Jedi could prove her wrong. Scratching her nose, she continued to stare watching her as she slept, mostly out of concern of her trying to kill Fiore in her sleep.

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Roughly a couple hours later, Fiore had dropped the flask aside and crawled over to Mira's sleeping body. She watched and continued to ponder about smothering her in her sleep. Kneeling on her knees she looked over Mira's shoulder and blew into her ear. Was this how things were between people? Why did she have a sudden urge to bother her? Kneeling back down onto her feet, Fiore who was buzzed frowned, she kind of missed the venom Mira liked to spat in her direction.

[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Writer]

Mira felt the presence of Fiore the entire duration of her slumber – despite the heavy dosage of drugs that coursed through her system. Hours had passed and the effects had worn off for the most part, but Mira was still in a groggy state of mind. She felt her approach her side, the cool touch of her breath against her ear, and the subtle shifts in movements. Her eyes remained closed throughout the ordeal but she would speak softly. “If you want me awake, all you have to do is ask…” Mira sighed softly and shifted underneath the blankets, rolling onto her opposite side. The stinging pain that once plagued her was gone, replaced by a soothing feeling – the bacta was doing its job and for the most part, she was healing quite fast. Her face was no longer bruised and battered, rather just pale from either the cold of lack of sleep.

Mira brought the blankets up further, hands curling tightly around the edges as she tucked them under her chin. Garnet orbs would blink slowly at first, and then increase as she attempted to shake away the sleepiness from her eyes – but it proved to be a futile. Her eyes remained dry and lightly bloodshot as she stared upon the figure of Fiore next to her, the woman literally gazing over her like a watchful protector. She cocked a half-smile as she smelt the aroma of liquor, the other was drunk off – how wonderful. “Haven’t slept any have you?” It was a question that she knew the answer to already, Fiore didn’t trust Mira any more than Mira trusted her – or maybe there was something else. Liquid courage was a helluva thing, she’d soon find out what this was all about.

She had a feeling there was more to the ear blow than merely a gentle wake up call.

[member="Fiore Cœur de Noir"]