Private Impounded

[Iviroa Jinoes]

With a series of incoherent noises escaping her lips Iviroa rolled around her sleep a stream of saliva flowing down her cheek. The Witch had turned her bed into a carpenter's desk as her dead flora left their dying decayed brethren littered on the floor and mattress. Darkness filled her dreams like an inky ocean of blackness with only the slightest red hue in the skies above. She felt trapped as though she were drowning in her own inner sorrow and rage. "We do what we have to Bud." Said a low gruff tone that was both commanding and compassionate at the same time. "Papa..." She mumbled her voice quivering and filled with regret. "It's alright! We'll survive. We always have...and we always will." Whispered an angelic voice with deadly intent ready and willing. "Mama!" She clutched her pillow a whimpering noise parting her lips. "Ouch! I'm sorry Mama! I won't-" Her sentence trailed off, even in a dream she refused to relive that moment.

A vision of death befell her eyes, a room scattered with bodies all of them mangled beyond recognition. In the center of the room was a small woman in a white tattered dress splattered in crimson. She had black hair and orange eyes and the look on her face conveyed pure rage and feral hunger. "Stop!" The witch cried. "I'm not you anymore I'm different! We'll never be the same!" Stoically, the figure paced towards Iviroa a plethora of long wooden spikes protruding out her hands and arms. She couldn't move, this figure had her locked in place as if her gaze alone was enough to paralyze you. "You..." The figure spoke her voice cold and robotic as if she were bound to a program or code. "You will never be different...Im you...I always have been...you can lock me inside...beat me down...starve me...neglect me...and I won't care...I'll still love you..." The entity lifted Iviroa by the throat her nails long and sharp and her grip cold and stronger than iron leaving the small pulsing of blood through her veins as a reminder that she was human. "After all I'm you aren't I? " The figure's eyes turned dark and empty. "And we love NO ONE more than us right?"

Iviroa's eyes snapped open her breathing heavy and her flora blackened and decayed. She rubbed her neck as she found her throat to be sore and hurting. "Damn it! That couldn't have been real could-" The witch turned pale as her blood ran cold and her muscles started twitching with fear. There were a series of runes carved into her flesh the blood aroused by them still fresh and spilling. Appaled Iviroa grabbed a nearby towel the white fabric turning red immediately. Hastily she sped down the hallway and into the refresher a hot shower reaching out to her.

Two hours later...

Convinced she was clean as a whistle Iviroa donned her Jacket and jeans once more her left arm now encased in a thick bandage. For years she's been having these dreams but never before have they...transcended the dreamworld. The past few days have been nothing but change for the witch but this was RIDICULOUS. While she considered it, Iviroa eventually decided against telling Kahlil about her experience. He likely knew even less than she did, not to mention her sharing would involve going into deep detail about...Corellia. If she told him about what happened there any trust he may have had for her would vanish, along with a friend that has done nothing but been kind and generous towards her.

No. He doesn't need to know about the dream. If it comes up she'll just...say she fell! No...he's not stupid enough to believe that...

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

The past couple of days had been.. Interesting. To say the least. He hadn't had someone other than R6 on his ship in a while. It was certainly an adjustment. Even today was like that. Having just woken up and tired as ever he wandered into the bathroom only to realize it was currently occupied by Iviroa Jinoes. There was a quick number of apologies as he backed out and avoided looking anywhere else than his feet.

In those couple of hours he'd gone about making breakfast for them both. Raxus Prime was their destination. Just entered the system according to R6. No better planet to get spare parts on the cheap. And he was in some desperate need to get a good number of parts. Eggs was breakfast. Scrambled, with some herbs and veggies. Real simple.

The young man would be sitting at the table with the plates set out when she entered the room. A brow raised curiously as he noticed the bandages, and he nodded to them. "You alright? That looks pretty nasty. Want me to take a look?"

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Breakfast, a welcome sight (and smell) as Iviroa rounded a corner leading her into the kitchen where Kahlil had evidently cooked eggs for breakfast. He was already sat down when she entered and he seemed to have waited for her...Dang. She couldn't say she wouldn't have already started eating by now...

Kahlil inquired about her injuries a concerned look on his face as he did. By now she had come up with a suitable story, one she hoped would be enough to throw him off her trail. "OH! My plants uh...cut me in my sleep! Don't worry it um...happens." If Kahlil wasn't still watching she would have slapped herself right now. She had the lie all setup but then the delivery messed it up! She didn't particularly like lying to Kahlil, but even if she were, to tell the truth, it would be equally as unintelligible

The witch sat down immediately shoving a mouthful of eggs in her mouth. "So where we headed?" She garbled.

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Right. It'd be pretty obvious Kahlil didn't believe what Iviroa Jinoes was selling with that messed up delivery, but he wasn't going to ask her. If she wanted to keep her secrets, who was he to try and pull them out? Maybe she'd trust him enough at some point, but it was fine if she never did. Her smiled a bit awkwardly as she started to talk with her mouth full. He'd noticed it over their small amount of time together that she didn't exactly have the most manners, but he couldn't bring himself to say something.

"Raxis Prime. I need some parts, and given I lost my last shipment I'm gonna have to scavenge for them. You're welcome to stay on the ship, I don't think you'll like the planet all that much." Given how she was so attuned to plant life, the junk world seemed to be quite the opposite of her territory. He took a bite of his eggs, chewing idly. At least the eggs were good. "So uh, you okay?" There was something else that was bothering him. He set down his fork as he leaned back in his seat.

"I could hear you. Nightmares? If you want to talk about it, I'm willing to listen."

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

"Well I grew up on Corellia so I'm not exactly unaccustomed with industrial worlds. If I can make do on a horrid world like that Raxus prime will be no problemo!" Another bite of eggs went down the gullet before Kahlil asked about her visions the previous night. If she kept dodging his questions he would only be more suspicious of her dreams. Besides he's just told her that she talks in her slumber so no matter what she does the truth will inevitably come to light.

"Ever since I left my homeworld..." She started playing with her hair as flower buds started protruding through her bandages. "I've been having dreams about my parents and my life there. I guess I still have issues there." She took another bite of eggs. "You're a really good cook you know that?" It was too early to be worrying about issues seven years old, whether he wanted to help or not there isn't much Kahlil can do that'll fix what happened to her on that blighted world. "You ever get dream's about your family? I mean you're dad is some kind of evil Sith Lord or something right?" Maybe he knew how she felt...if he did then it was possible she underestimated his ability to help her overcome her issues.

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Corellia? Well, that was some new information about Iviroa Jinoes. If she said she could handle it though, he'd gladly have her along. But his focus wasn't on the food or where they were landing. His eyes stayed on hers as he listened. She didn't say much, but there was enough there to piece some things together. Seemed she had a terrible upbringing too. A half smile formed at her compliment, though it was clear she was deflecting.

And he wouldn't stop her from doing so, until she brought up his family. "All the time. The people they've killed. The people I killed. The horror that was just living as a Sith in that twisted family. I don't really get days where I sleep well." He sighed, leaning back in his seat and rubbing at the back of his neck. "But, I still find some ways to sleep. The Jedi thing helps me out quite a bit, though I imagine that's not your cup of tea." He flashed a smile. "If I can help though, don't hesitate to ask."

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Iviroa swore the longer she talked to Kahlil the worst she felt about lying to him, what is with Jedi anyway? It's like talking to your parents after getting a call from the school, that guilty feeling in your chest, the pit in your stomach, the strain on your breathing. It's not a delightful feeling but she figured she was supposed to feel that way. "No really, It's okay. I've managed to survive this long can't be too bad right?" Iviroa went in for another bite of eggs but found nothing other than a sparkling porcelain plate. How'd I finish that quickly?! Geez, I didn't even notice. Her face turning a bright red a coy smile split across Iviroa's face. "Thanks for breakfast!"

The witch practically bolted out of the kitchen as she silently scolded herself. She wandered onto the bridge blue and white streaks of light illuminating the bridge as the ship traveled through Hyperspace. "Raxus Prime he said..." The witch bit her lip as she dwelled on the planet and what its inhabitants must be like. With any luck, Raxus will share only its love of smog with Corellia. Sinking into the Co-Pilot's seat Iviroa, admired the intricate patterns and shapes forming in the Azul clouds of gas and energy.

With a shudder, the ship came to a halt the blacky abyss of real space spanning out in the cockpit window a rust-colored mound of trash casually closing in. Soaring over the top side window a long bang lit up a panel on the dashboard. "Hey, Jedi! Were here!" She fastened her seatbelt. "If you didn't already notice..." She mumbled.

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil offered a friendly smile as she rushed off, but it quickly faded when she was out of view. He truly was worried about Iviroa Jinoes and these nightmares she had, but he couldn't bring himself to press her for more information. He went about cleaning up, taking the dishes to the kitchen and setting them into the dishwasher. His gaze turned in the direction of the cockpit as she mentioned them arriving.

He chuckled and nodded. Good. He joined the Witch nd took a seat in the pilot's chair before flipping on the com. "This is the Bastion, seeking permission to dock."

"Bastion huh? Yeep. Dock three is open."

The Jedi clicked off the com and went about setting up the landing sequence. "Here we go.." It wasn't a long process at least. Within minutes the ship would land and settle down. Kahlil turned in his chair before standing up. "Ready?"

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Not that drydocking was particularly hard o anything but Iviroa had to admit, her friend had some mad piloting skills. "Smooth landing..." The witch adjusted her bag as she unfasted he seatbelt the world outside the cockpit bleak and filthy. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's get a move on!" Energetically Iviroa leaped out of her seat her face beaming and both her hands firm on her bag's strap. With a sharp hissing noise, the docking amp lowered exposing the duo to the suffocating oil-filled atmosphere. "Didn't miss that smell..." She mumbled as she stepped off the ramp doing her best not to cringe at the stinking air.

Meanwhile inside the docking bay terminal...

"Let's see...the Bastion...Two life forms...One automation...in MAJOR need of repairs...and Its ship log says it recently left the..." The Weequay took a long pause his eyes squinting as he went over the ship's log two more times. "Whatsss be thy problem?" Hissed a short Trandoshan, clearly irritated at his subordinate. "It's the ship, log Captain." The Trandoshan snatched the datapad his yellow eyes skimming over the corrupted file. "The system The Bastion just arrived from isn't registered on any known map or star system. And get this..." The Weequay swiped to a different tab his wrinkly fingers pointing to a string of numbers. "The fuel data on the vessel is even weirder. First, it's steady for a long while, and then BAM! It stats cranking out insanely high numbers and velocity before stopping completely." He scrolled down. "Then after three days the log activates again and the ship ends up here."

The Captain scoffed at the data. "You meansss to tell me The Bassstion traveled sssixteen billion light-years in under a sssecond?" From the observation tower, the Captain looked on the ship in his dock, particularly the two figures exiting it. "Keep a close eye on thossse two..."

Cutting back to the insomniac botanist and the traitorous do-gooder...

"Alright! You said we're gonna have to scavenge for the parts we need." The witch twirled her hair around her finger. "Where are we going and what are we getting exactly?'"

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"It was the ship, really. But thanks." There was half a smile to Iviroa Jinoes as they made it down the ramp of his ship, though it didn't stay long. The putrid smell of the junk world wiped that off pretty quickly. He wandered down with her, shaking his head. He didn't like the smell either. "Some parts to finish fixing the navigation, and I need a new cooling system for the weaponry. Last thing we need is to be caught by pirates without anything to defend ourselves."

He glanced around curiously once they made it out of the docks. It was a city at least, if a bit run down. "Oh, but I don't have the credits to buy em. We're gonna have to head out to the wastes and search for em ourselves."

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Iviroa planted her fists on her hips. "Aw, man! Were gonna smell like old oil and rustic metal by the time we find anything useful!" Her eyes looked over the Horizon, part of a vast landfill visible. "Well, no use whining about it now I guess...Let's get moving..." Maybe it was because of the nightmares but Iviroa wasn't feeling too sure about their voyage here. First the weird vision and now she's traversing a world where she's at a major disadvantage. She was probably being paranoid but in her line of work, paranoia meant safety.

Three hours later...

"AUUGH!" The witch kicked a piece of scrap metal across the landfill tears welling in her eyes as she held her foot in pain. "OWW! Damn it!" They'd been out for hours now and even worse it was a single part that held them from their goal. "All we need is a type A canister liquid Nitrogen yet all the ones we find are empty!!" Iviroa plopped herself down on an old shield array. "Why do we even need a coolant system for the weapon's Kahlil? I mean hotter is better right?!" A branch shot through her thigh a full head of leaves growing in almost immediately. Iviroa shot a cold look at the small tree. "Not now. I'm sulking here!" With a saddened ruffle of its leaves, the tree shed its leaves and bark as its roots turned colorless before finally turning to dust on the ground.

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Probably, just. Keep close alright?" She wasn't the only one who felt off about all this, but Kahlil was trying to keep some kind of positive outlook on all of this. Just to keep Iviroa Jinoes from feeling any more off, if nothing less. He offered an encouraging smile before leading the way deeper into the junkyard. There was a lot to be done. At least there wasn't any pressure to hurry up.

Three hours of sifting through junk had left Kahlil tired and dirty. He wiped oil from his brow before laughing as he glanced to the Witch. She wasn't as built for this as he was, that much was obvious. The laughter was meant to try and lift their spirits, especially as he watched the tree die off as she mentioned she was sulking. "If they overheat they break down. And the last thing we want to do is be without weapons in space if there's enemies around."

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

Murderous intent in her golden eyes Iviroa shot a nasty glare at Kahlil her small black pupils dilating at the sound of his laughter. "Shut it! This isn't funny!" The witch got up her face angry and filthy and her clothes equally as muddled as she stomped towards Kahlil, his explanation on the coolant system falling on deafened ears. Iviroa planted a finger on Kahlil's chest clearly irritated at his nonchalant attitude. "Could you at least try to act as tired as me?! I swear If I have to deal with any more of this crap the only enemy you'll have to worry about is me!" Iviroa slammed her foot down hard the soft sound of mechanical whirring catching her eye. Behind a small strip of glass was a clear liquid the expelled cold moisture on the sides of the canister as well as a freezing mist out of a small tube.

"Wait a minute..." Iviroa picked up the small canister making sure it wasn't Type B or C. A radiant smile lit up her face as she ran her finger along a small strip of text. "Look Jedi! Type A! This should fit right into the coolant system!" Shoving the canister into his arms the witch stepped back and grabbed the rest of the parts the duo collected, overtly relieved they could finally get back to the ship.

Meanwhile back at the docking bay...

"Ssstop him!" Yelled a raspy voice from down a dim, industrial corridor. A figure raced down the hallway a jet black cloak and gas mask concealing their true identity as they sped away from the group of armed guards in pursuit. Two shots rang out both of them hitting the steel walls of the smelting room allowing the mysterious figure the chance to leap into an air duct.

"Damn it! They got away..." The two security guards lowered their pistols the mysterious assailant long gone by now. "What did they take?" Hissed the Captain. Reaching for his belt the guard handed the captain a datapad a mess of files and script locked in a loading process. "Guy stole the codes to the Armory, once we went to investigate he had already cleared it out. We've got no way of tracking the weapons now..." The Trandoshan growled at the statement his mind already running through the possible suspects in the case.

"That ship! That damned ssship! Search it! NO ONE leavesss this dock until I get to the bottom of thisss!" The Captain stormed off a contingent of guards following close behind him

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

His smile didn't fade, even as Iviroa Jinoes stomped over to him. "I unfortunately can't. I've been working pretty hard to get as strong as I am." It was nice to have an ally. Even as she threatened him, he didn't believe she'd hurt him. Not on purpose at least. The fact she'd decided to heal him after nearly taking his life was proof enough. And if he was wrong, the worst that'd happen is he'd die. Was that truly so bad?

Kahlil's gaze fell to the type A. It was exactly what they needed! His grin grew as he looked back to her. "This is exactly what we need. C'mon. Lets head back and take a shower."

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

The witch gave a coy smile as she bolted back to the ship. "I get first on the shower!" She yelled as she hopped over a destroyed engine.

30 minutes later...

"Not gonna lose, not gonna lose, Not. Gonna. LOSE!" Sprinting through the loading docks Iviroa bulldozed her way through the amassing crowd blocking the hangar and subsequentially a well-deserved bath. "Move it or lose it, people! And I mean your gonna lose some things.." The Witch began squeezing through the last of the crowd. "If. You. Don't.." Now she was wedged between a Wookie and his droid companion. "Let. Me..." She was almost through when a roar erupted from the Wookie followed by his hairy paws lifting the Witch into the air. Angrily the Wookie tossed her into the hangar...

...face first...

"Real thanks! No seriously great job!" Wiping her bloodied nose the woman took a good look at the ship and the deck officers rummaging through it. Gasping the Witch rose to her feet as she fiercely approached the defilers. "What the hell are you idiots doing?!" The deck officer drew his pistol. "Im sorry Mamm but your-" A Vine shot out of the Witch's shoulder and into her bag as it quickly returned with a bottle of pepper spray. With a piercing screech, Iviroa sprayed down the poor man continuing even after he was crying and rolling around on the floor. "You like that Huh you like that?! Maybe that'll teach you to screw with me!"

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"I.. Wait. Wait! Don't go running off..!" And she was gone. Kahlil let out a small chuckle as he followed after Iviroa Jinoes, though not as quickly or with as much Impatientness. Though he did hurry once they got close and he saw the crowd. Something was off. Before he knew it Iviroa had been thrown by a wookie into their hanger. Kahlil lept over the crowd to get by her side, glaring over his shoulder at the Wookie.

Then groaned as he glanced back just in time to watch the witch peperspray a poor man. He reached out to stop her, trying to snatch the offending item from her grasp. "Stop! What is going on? What happened?"

 

[Iviroa Jinoes]

"Hey! Give me that!" Kahlil's superior height proved too much for the witch as she desperately tried to grab the can from Kahlil's hands. "They're screwing with your ship Jedi! Aren't you gonna do something?!" Having heard the commotion the deck officers aimed their pistols at the duo. "Alright hands up you brigands! You are both under arrest under code 148! Get them outta here!" Four men approached their sights trained on the pair.

The witch pressed her back against Kahlil, tiny little branches forming on the back of her neck. "I don't like the idea of being arrested..." She whispered. "Think we can take them? I love the idea of spilling their blood..." The witch stretched her hands towards the officers prompting them to stop in their tracks as they prepared to fire on the duo if necessity demanded so.

Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Brigands? What do you- No! We're not hurting anyone! You, stop pointing your guns- Damnit put the plants away! I.." There was a lot suddenly happening around them, and it was quickly escalating. Violence was inevitable at this rate. He frowned deeply as he felt the tensions rise even in the Force. No, this wasn't going to end well if they started a fight. He kept his hands up, like he was surrendering, then took a breath.

The effect was immediate. The guns pointed at the pair suddenly slipped from their grasps and slammed into the ground. The few who kept their grip on the weapons fell with them, as if gravity itself had suddenly increased a hundredfold. Kahlil opened his eyes, staring at the an in charge. "Explain what's going on. We can handle this peacefully."

Iviroa Jinoes