Private Private Practice

[Vyn Daldoure]

He winced as she put the jack into his collar bone, it was nothing she did, It had just been broken once or twice and the cartilage expanded when his wounds healed from the trauma. He was hoping she'd be able to get data on the implant, Vyn's med droid was more of a trauma unit than a specialized one, he figured the sensor suite in his ship just wasn't strong enough to pick it up.

"Far as I'm aware. Never knew my grandfather, my three uncles had several implants. My Father however."
He though about when the coroner had him come in to confirm the identify everyone that had died that day. He remembered reading the medical synopsis, he'd been hit by a turbolaser, directly. Yet the remains were telling.

"From what the coroner could tell he had upwards of thirty implants." Alora Vizsla was digging up old thoughts he learned to just live with, though it wasn't bad memories, just mind bending ones.

He watched her with laser focus as she spoke, the words of understanding, familiarity. In a moment of clarity Vyn never knew he needed, he realized that all of a sudden he wasn't alone in the galaxy, suddenly whatever tension filled him melted away as his body relaxed in the chair. "You too?" There was a new unspoken understanding for him.

"Yeah for most people it's adjusting to a new life, but for myself- or maybe I should say us. it was just life." He tried not to make assumptions, but he had a feeling that was a part of life they'd shared. "Thank you, for all of this." He said that a bit quieter then he had been speaking. Honestly it was a miracle he was speaking at all, usually the most people got out of Vyn in terms of a response was a nod or grunt of disapproval or approval.

It was time to change the subject though, and since he'd been so talkative he figured, why not keep up the strange behavior. "What about you? What do you get up to when not scanning broken war vets?"

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Sounded like Vyn's family certainly had history with cybernetics. Might explain why his gear had held out so long despite the wear and tear. Sure, he'd maintenance them, but cybernetics weren't magically stronger than flesh. Neglect of either would end your run at life real quick. She nodded with Vyn's description of the father having thirty implants.

Alora's eyes flickered before she looked back to Vyn from the readout at his realization. There was a bit of a misconception on his part, but he changed the topic and she had to contemplate whether backtracking was appropriate or just... self indulgent.

"Oh, you know," Alora shrugged her metal shoulders, "running blockades, flying straight through warzones, transporting unofficial cargo. I like using the latest, cutting-edge gear, but very few people that deserve it can afford it. So, I make up the difference how I can." Just a little light crime to help the masses. "In my free-time?" She looked up at the ceiling for a second. "Walking on the beach. Sampling local cuisine. Rock-climbing."

"Rock-climbing?" The Gambit echoed. "That is the tamest sport you engage over my objections."

She laughed in response to the outrage. "What about you, Vyn? You like to do exciting things, or relaxing things between jobs?"​

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[Vyn Daldoure]

Vyn watched her as she worked and spoke like she'd done it hundreds of times before, to add it sounded like Alora Vizsla enjoyed her work, it was almost relatable to himself. He figured everyone got their own rush from certain things, Alora seemed to be a good fruit, steal from the rich give to he poor. A nod of approval quickly gestured. After all once Vyn had left the NIO he went right to working for the Hutt's though he didn't really know if bodyguard work really counted as "crime."

His gaze steadily shifting from the upper bulkhead where the voice came from, before back to her. "I like how you talk about it. Your work. The climbing. You clearly know how to decompress. Especially if you're ship is concerned for your well being."

He though about it for a second, relaxing or exiting, Definitely not exiting, he got his rush being shot at or getting into a fist fight with a Trandoshan. That was enough excitement for him. "I like to tinker with gadgets. I've made a few exoskeleton devices that link into my internal implants, though I mostly do that as a way to make work easier so maybe that's not relaxing."

"It's been a few years, but I'm a surprisingly good dancer, not like nightclubs or boybands on Denon, but Ballroom, classical dance." it was usually reserved for when he had to attend something diplomatic back when he was a soldier, but it was one of the few skills he was forced to learn that actually interested him "Speaking of classical, I also play the Valachord, it's a way to decompress. I'm pretty good too. Played for the Hutt I worked for, though I was more coerced into it when the player he hired got shot for cheating."

A beat, longer then he intended before the corners of his mouth tugged. "Hey you find a beach with a cliff that has no patrols or pirates let me know, maybe I'll try rock climbing."

 

[Alora Vizsla]

"Gam?" Alora nodded. "Yeah, we look after each other."

She exchanged a look at the data for that of Vyn as he described his own proclivities. A soft chuckle followed his mention of building devices that link with him. "Building them can be relaxing. Just because it results in something you can use doesn't mean it can't be relaxing." Unless he turned that into a source of money then the need to keep the income coming made it much less enjoyable. "I know I enjoy a little tinkering now and then, myself." Though she couldn't say she'd made accessories as Vyn had.

"Dancing?" Classical dancing? "I like to think I'm pretty good on my feet too, but I don't dance a whole lot." Maybe she spent too much time shooting things. Well, it was a living. "And you play the Valachord?" Vyn followed up answering an obvious question about that. Being a replacement for someone that got shot must have been fun.

A quizzical look came over Alora at Vyn's quip. No patrols or pirates? What kind of beaches did he usually go to, she wanted to joke. "Careful, Vyn, I travel quite a bit. Bet I can find one of those before you find me playing a classical instrument."

She made a few taps on a pad and nodded. "Good news is your implants aren't faulty. Bad news is now you'll have me making sure they stay that way." Alora chuckled.

With the pad set on the side table nearby, Alora focused entirely on Vyn as she reached out to disconnect the diagnostic port. "Rock climbing on a beach sounds like a great idea. Great views. Sound of crashing waves. If you're interested, I can show you the ropes. Literally."​

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[Vyn Daldoure]

Great what did he just sign himself up for? He'd make a quiet chuckle, the kind that came from his chest more than his lips. Vyn angled his shoulder towards he as she removed the input from his port. He'd sit upwards rolling his shoulder once she'd removed the diagnostic input, not out of necessity, more out of habit.

"Came in here for one scan, now I have a climbing instructor and a health monitor? If this becomes a daily thing I might charge rent." He said dryly with a slight tug at his lips, the beginning of a smile, but one with a void behind it.

She mentioned showing him how to climb, or well at least showing him how to do it traditionally no cybernetics, just rope, grip strength, and a clenched up evac port. It sounded right up Vyn's alley. "Yeah... I think I'll take you up on that climbing offer. It's been a couple dozen cycles since I've really taken a break, so. Whenever you're free."

He stood, grabbing his shirt and slipping it back on, blowing air out his nose like he'd finally put his armor back on.

For being a literal, hardened machine built for war, he'd always though it was stupid that he was self-conscious about his scars. Why didn't he wear them with pride? They we're proof he was still alive, proof he'd done his service, proof that he wasn't that scared little boy in this villa all those years ago.

Didn't matter. he just dislike how people looked at him.

His Gaze dancing between the ground and Alora Vizsla "Well, Doc Vizsla what's the verdict on my little surprise? Does it need to come out? Or am I safe for that little excursion we're planning?"

 

[Alora Vizsla]

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"That's just it, Vyn, I'm always free. Unless I choose not to be. Self-employed. Self-made woman. Well, partnership-made woman. Gam had a hand in it. Long story." And probably on levels Vyn couldn't possibly imagine. "So, you got any cliffs here that need climbed? We should start somewhere small first. Work up to the breath-taking view at a beech." Best to figure out all the fundamentals before you started introducing distractions that could have you plunge to your death. At least it'd be a beautiful last thing you saw?

Alora watched the scar-riddled man get dressed for a moment. "You definitely have the body of a warrior. Hard. Hardened." She fist-thumped her beskar-covered chest. "If you like, we can trade stories. Or complain about hard-asses. Whatever."

Vyn inquired about his status, bringing the conversation back around to why they were even together. "Gam and I would need to study the schematics closer before making any decisions on its removal. Implants like these can be just as dangerous coming out as they are going in. For now, it doesn't look like it's going to kill you -- the opposite, in fact -- so let's leave it in there. You ever feel the need for it to be removed, or it starts malfunctioning, then we can talk." Certainly no need to pull it now. Well, of course they'd like to study it, but they got some scans they could run simulations on, and it was Vyn's implant so totally his choice.​

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[Vyn Daldoure]

"Tons of cliffs, one or two of them being quite close." He pulled his sleeves down in a calculated fashion like he'd done it a hundred times before in the exact fashion. "Though small isn't the word I'd use. Iridonia doesn't really do "gentle"." The make up of the planet was hostile, Arid, and dry. The cliffs were steep and Jagged. Though if Alora was up for it, his home planet wouldn't' stop him.

Vyn raised his brow at the mention of his build "Some of it was the upbringing, some of it was a result of being an Imperial... all in another life." His words word dry, but not cold. Much like his home. His gaze centered on her armor, taking in the pristine craftsmanship and structure. He'd worked with Mandalorians during the war, some very closely, some were even better friends than collogues. "Stories work, though mine are more the kind you drink spotchka by the bottle to forget... but I trust you so it might be time to remember some."

He stepped closer to Alora Vizsla , eyes flicking to the datapad as he ran the options through his head. There were many species in the galaxy that lived for centuries, he just happened to be the one Iridonian capable of the same feat. As long as it wouldn't kill him he might as well leave it be for now, deal with the discomfort, and not risk any bad fallout from ripping it out of him prematurely. "It stays until it doesn't."

"If you feel like conquering one of those cliffs while you're here, let me know. I might not be as graceful, but I can follow a rope."

 

[Alora Vizsla]

"Not letting appearances deceive you, huh?" Alora smiled. Her frame wasn't nearly as built as Vyn's. Some would assume the toned muscles would make up for perceived skill. Well, she had plenty of secrets. Good for him not to make any poor assumptions; not that this was a battle.

"If you're ready for a go. Depending on the cliff, you might find the first time isn't quite as hard as you might think." So long as your instructor knew what they were doing. Enough places for his hands or feet and it wouldn't matter how tall the thing was. Within reason. Though with all those implants of his, Vyn could probably weather even a long climb without much trouble.

"Your ride, mine, or we hiking it?" How close was 'quite' close to Vyn? Not that she'd complain about a walk. Well, she might complain, but only for engagement purposes. They could avoid the war stories for now seeing how Vyn preferred a solid drink for that, and drink didn't go well with climbing. Not at all.​

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[Vyn Daldoure]

He made a slight chuckle under his breath. Vyn passed her closely not with bravado or worry, simply just movement. He had walked to the exterior of her ship. picking up his things, primarily his gun belt, wrapping it around his waist. The rest was already in a pack which he would shoulder. "Those are some dangerous level of optimism."

Climbing was nothing new, he'd been forced to climb some of the smaller cliffs on repeat to build endurance and core strength. Small was relative, a short two, midway to three story climb. He was taking them do something a bit taller.

Vyn punched in a code to his communicator as a near by whirring started, his speeder pulled out of the main Villa and pulled up to the duo, he secured the pack with all of his equipment to the read of the ride. "I have to admit, while I'm ready, this will be strange. It's not a race to the top like combat training right?" He was used to sprints not marathons when it came to any sort of climbing activity. Yet here he was more exited than how it truly came across.

He'd mount the bike hitting a few switches to put it into manual, testing the throttle as the repulsorlift roared. He looked behind him to the passenger seat and motioned with his head for Alora Vizsla . It was close enough to not need a ship, close enough for a walk, but he figured why not save their legs for the climb. "Hop on, we'll be there before the Womp Rat sings."

 

[Alora Vizsla]

"Optimism is always in stock aboard Gambit," Alora replied with a slight shrug. "Anything else and we'd be stuck in a cantina nursing drinks, idling away as the hours pass by." Well, she would anyway. Hard to fit Gam inside a cantina. So that probably meant she'd be on the Gambit drinking those hours away instead of a cantina. Well, the company would be better. The smell. Really, not a whole lot was better in a cantina if you were trying to get away from it all. Did that mean all those drunk scumbags were hopeful someone would intrude on their private time? Nope. Most of them would soon as shoot you as say hello.

Well, fine, they'd probably perk up at her presence. Pervy scumbags.

She slipped the medical device away and made sure to stow the tools in the cyber lab. You never knew when a speedy get away would be needed, and she would be beyond cross if all her tools were laying on the floor when she got back. They weren't cheap either!

As Vyn called their ride, Alora moved across the Mechanic's Bay to a locker to begin pulling out a pack and making sure it had all the gear. Don't worry, Gam, we'll be fine. I'll make sure he doesn't get hurt.

I'm more concerned about you.

Alora smiled as if to herself at the worry-wart remark.

Vyn's partner strode out of the bay just in time as the speeder pulled up. "So, uh, you're not expecting anyone, right? I don't need to setup a parking beacon? Anyone tries to park on top of Gam and they're going to get a thumping." Worth asking. Vyn didn't seem like the type to get tons of guests, especially while the villa was being worked on, but it didn't take much to make sure.

"A race?" Alora held out the pack of gear to be stowed. "That'd be fun, but you wanted to learn, right? Not much time to take in all the lessons if you're focused on getting first place. Always time to race, but you only get one chance to learn how not to die. Well, once chance more or less as you are." Could always replace whatever organics bit remained with cybernetics, of course. Provided she got him back to Gam in time. Not exactly the ideal outcome though.

At Vyn's direction, the colorfully topped woman hopped into the passenger seat. The bike might shift a bit more than Vyn would expect from someone of Alora's build getting on board. Probably from the armor she wore. "Oh? Will there be a womp rat singing where we're going? Now we're talking."

Vyn Daldoure​