Anaya paced relentlessly, her agitation putting the crew on edge. Shorn's body had healed, but he hadn't woken up and nothing she tried would work. Her own medics were unable to provide any answers and so she paced, all the while the ship putting as much space between them and the Fringe. How could this have happened? How could she have not seen this coming? Maybe she had, maybe that's the real reason her feet had carried her to Lipsec, only she hadn't been soon enough.
A hand found a tray of utensils and flung them at the opposite wall, before moving to stand above his head. Hot tears rolled from her cheeks and she screamed at Mikhail's lifeless form. Emotion she didn't understand, that she couldn't place under anything rational coiled tightly in her chest and she closed her eyes. Taking deep breaths, pushing it back beneath the surface, forcing it into the dark corners of her mind. Under control again, she bent down lips pressed lightly on Mikhail's forehead.
"I will fix this." she breathed. She swept from him them, leaving instructions for him to be closely watched and for her staff to alert her of any movement before letting her feet carry her to the hangar bay. Laughter rippled up as she entered the pilots conversation, her fury swirling about her like a storm. Safe to say it ended abruptly and they each showed the right level of fear. "What is our location?"
"We've just come out of hyperspace in the Arkanis Sector." Anaya started and looked round. Lola, had been at her elbow the entire time, silent watching and dutiful, unflinching as her mistress wept, raged and screamed at a man she knew nothing about, who looked like he was dead. Anaya made a note to reward her later, and turned back to the pilots. "You will take your transports and you will search every planet on this sector for a healer. You will tell them that there is a ship bearing a pateint whose injuries were sustained at a recent incident on Lipsec, that his injuries are not physical and that I will pay well. You will not use my name, you will not use this businesses name and you will not use this ships name."
"My lady, how will we find a healer willing to come with us utterly blind? Surely we must--"
"YOU WILL TELL THEM ONLY WHAT I HAVE TOLD YOU TO!" The outspoken pilot shrank back. "They will need to be a force user. If the force wills it, they will come. Now go." They bowed and moved away, and Lola moved forward. "Tell the Captain to hold here."
"Yes m'lady."
[member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]
A hand found a tray of utensils and flung them at the opposite wall, before moving to stand above his head. Hot tears rolled from her cheeks and she screamed at Mikhail's lifeless form. Emotion she didn't understand, that she couldn't place under anything rational coiled tightly in her chest and she closed her eyes. Taking deep breaths, pushing it back beneath the surface, forcing it into the dark corners of her mind. Under control again, she bent down lips pressed lightly on Mikhail's forehead.
"I will fix this." she breathed. She swept from him them, leaving instructions for him to be closely watched and for her staff to alert her of any movement before letting her feet carry her to the hangar bay. Laughter rippled up as she entered the pilots conversation, her fury swirling about her like a storm. Safe to say it ended abruptly and they each showed the right level of fear. "What is our location?"
"We've just come out of hyperspace in the Arkanis Sector." Anaya started and looked round. Lola, had been at her elbow the entire time, silent watching and dutiful, unflinching as her mistress wept, raged and screamed at a man she knew nothing about, who looked like he was dead. Anaya made a note to reward her later, and turned back to the pilots. "You will take your transports and you will search every planet on this sector for a healer. You will tell them that there is a ship bearing a pateint whose injuries were sustained at a recent incident on Lipsec, that his injuries are not physical and that I will pay well. You will not use my name, you will not use this businesses name and you will not use this ships name."
"My lady, how will we find a healer willing to come with us utterly blind? Surely we must--"
"YOU WILL TELL THEM ONLY WHAT I HAVE TOLD YOU TO!" The outspoken pilot shrank back. "They will need to be a force user. If the force wills it, they will come. Now go." They bowed and moved away, and Lola moved forward. "Tell the Captain to hold here."
"Yes m'lady."
[member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]