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Never Rest
Ukatis
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NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155
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"Relentless drone..."

A zabrak garbed in black was on the ground, his back up against a tree. To his right was the lightsaber that had been cut from his grasp... to his left the now dismembered hand that held it. He had limped to this place in hopes of healing, following the rumors of a dark nexus in the Force. Alas, this place was far too dry to recover any strength. The Jedi must have gotten to it a while ago. Now he had to deal with this competitor who bothered to track them half way across Republic space. He was so sure he had given them the slip back on Tatooine...

"I'm sure your master must be proud..." the dark acolyte hissed. "Their little slave is a half-decent hunter..."

The young Evereni looked on with indifference, a slight frown coming to her face. Her cortosis blade rested gently in her hand. She didn't much care for his rambling.

"I hunt for myself," she stated plainly. "Your handler. Who are they?"

A weak chuckle escaped the mouth of the Sith.

"Go to hell."

It was all the answer Seven needed. She wasted very little time plunging her sword into the chest of the acolyte. Moments later she was gathering up his things as though nothing had occurred. One lightsaber, a bled kyber stone within that would need to be treated. A chain covered in various amulets and bits of jewelry... were they trophies from battles won? The real goal was a holocron, one that had been lost to the dunes of Tatooine. Inside were the lost instructions to a specific strain of the Rakghoul virus. That was something that ought to not be released upon the galaxy. Seven left the body of the Sith to rot and be reclaimed by the forest, making her way back to her vessel. The freighter stood in a clearing of tall grass, far from the agricultural fields of the planet. Seven opened up a compartment on the side of the ship, revealing a wider collection of Sith artifacts. Corrupted crystals, infused armor, databanks, alchemical swords.... stuff that ought not to be left unattended.

Penance for her sins.

As she closed the hatch, her vision wavered for a moment. The dizzy spell faded quickly as her mechanical heart pumped her full of energy. That didn't change the fact that she was exhausted. Sunken eyes, shaky hands, weak knees... and yet she only took a moment to rub her temple to try and muster up some strength to keep moving. She couldn't rest.

Not until she had made things right.

 

[Ives]

"You the delivery girl?" Ives asked.

He had his hands in his pockets leaning on a tree a dozen or so paces away from the freighter. The angle had blocked his view of the storage compartment, most of it anyways. The bits he saw confirmed this was probably the one.

"Sorry about being late, had some trouble finding my way," he kicked off the tree and approached, lost in his monologue. "I've been looking for some ten minutes, finally spotted that freighter of yours out here. You got the wares?"

He paused a couple paces away--a respectful distance between strangers who just met in a field--and narrowed his eyes at 0-7 .

"If you don't mind, you don't look so great. Water?" He pulled a bottle from his jacket, offering it up.

 

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Ukatis
Tags: Ives

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber)
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Seven froze in place for a moment. Someone else. Her senses were slipping if she had let someone creep up on her without being so much as aware. They rambled something off about a delivery girl? Was he here for some sort of drug deal? It was either that or they came looking for something far darker. The Evereni drew her blaster, set to stun at the moment, and faced the stranger with intent to fire if need be.

"Don't move," Seven ordered, letting out an exhale. "Who are you? What 'wares' are you..."

It was about then that her stability wavered. The young woman wobbled for a moment, her eyes flickering in and out of awareness. Whatever had just occurred, she steeled herself after a moment and regained her composure. This was, however, clearly temporary. Her newfound strength was degrading quickly.

"Tell me... why you're here..."

Exhaustion was starting to creep in far too much now.

 

[Ives]

"Whoa there, don't fall--" Her demands cut him off.

Ives raised his hands in a half-hearted gesture of surrender. The prospect of a blaster bolt to the face didn't exactly appeal, but by the way she swayed it wasn't unlikely she'd drop unconscious before anything too gruesome happened.

"It's just a job. Small contractor work, nothing--look you're really not in good shape, lady. I have some medical supplies in my jacket."

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Ukatis
Tags: Ives

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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Contractor work? That seemed like an easy excuse. He tried to brush it aside and offer medical supplies, to which Seven shook her head. Her voice came out much more slurred now.

"No... I'm... fine..."

And then she very much was not fine. Her eyes rolled back and her blaster was promptly dropped, clattering against the ground. She would wobble for a moment more before the Evereni fell forwards, fully unconscious.

 

[Ives]

// going off the belongings on the char page here.

Wham, and so the stranger became a complete non-factor. Well, not entirely.

Ives crouched down by the Evereni, funneling the adrenaline of the confrontation toward going through the motions of his ABCs. He checked their surroundings first. Grassy fields for as far as he could see. Not a soul in sight. The stranger's airway wasn't blocked, her breathing was okay—for the circumstances—and she still had a pulse. Out cold, though. He turned 0-7 onto her side, to keep the breathing easy.

And then he began to pilfer her belongings. First, he confiscated the blaster. She'd had it on stun, a detail that tugged at the corner of his lips. Didn't have the guts to go for the kill, huh. He tucked the weapon into his jacket. The vibroblade of hers he tossed a small distance. He had no experience with that sort of thing, and he definitely didn't want it nearby if she suddenly woke up.

No wallet, and no credits either. Shame. Would have been a nice reward for the time he wasted here.

That just left a sort of weapon hilt on her belt.

He picked it up, weighing it in his palm. Light, not particularly remarkable and a bit awkward in his hand. The way the cold steel felt against his skin made him uneasy, however. From the lack of a physical blade he guessed it was probably some kind of energy sword. Those fetched decent prices with the right buyer, but after that job on Ord Mantell Ives had burnt his only avenue to move this sort of trinket. He clipped it to his belt, anyways, on grounds that she might use it as a weapon and Ives very much preferred the power balance be shifted in his favour right now. The impression of it lingered, however.

Ives reached into his jacket and hesitated. He had a medical scanner, a diminutive but functional thing. It'd tell him enough about whether she was stable enough to be left alone. He had a job to do here, and by now he was pretty sure this stranger wasn't the contact he was supposed to meet.

But...well, his gaze wandered to the trunk of the freighter. If she wasn't his contact, then who was she, and, more importantly, what did she keep in there exactly? It had looked to be a small fortune's worth of relics, artefacts, and valuables in there. A collection that would probably satisfy his client just as nicely as the original bounty Ives had been set to pick up on this backwater. And it might even bring in a hefty bonus, too.

He studied the stranger for a moment. He could just switch that blaster off stun and...

No, he didn't intend to join the self-serving gutter-scum of the galaxy just yet.

"Let's get you into a medbay," he grumbled, to no one in particular, and got ready to carry her inside the freighter.

 

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Ukatis
Tags: Ives

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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The young woman wasn't particularly heavy, offering very little resistance. Her eyes twitched below her eyelids, though, as though her body was rebooting. The inside of her freighter was modest. So modest, in fact, that it lacked most basic comforts as far as could be observed. No furniture, a few empty storage containers, and a handful of basic rations scattered about on the limited shelf space. The medical bay was equally as sparse. A basic operating table, several over the counter medications, and a few surgical tools. Kolto patches sat in a jar on the end of the counter, but more interestingly was some basic equipment for calibrating cybernetic implants. No cybernetics would be visible to the eye, and she clearly didn't have synth-skin. Whatever equipment she harbored was much deeper below the skin.

Unseen to the eye, Seven's systems were in the process of resetting. Her brain was resting, suffering from a lack of sleep more than anything. For once, in unconciousness, her mind was empty, blissfully so. She didn't toss and turn. The Evereni was still.

Her body was just waiting on the right jump to wake her up.