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[Tobias Wrynn]

Wrynn was not part of the Confederacy. He was a foreign Stormtrooper, and he had participated in the defense of Atrisia only as an ally. The dictate that he be handled in quarantine and kept to a specific ward of Golbah made absolute sense, and he had not fought it. They told him that after the tests were complete and he was cleared, they would have him meet with some of the high ranking officials of the Confederacy about his service.

That time seemed to drag on for an eternity. A man not gifted with space magic, and who had spent the last ten or so years as a number in the rank and file of Imperial Stormtroopers experienced that span of time with tremendous ennui. His armor was in holding, and so was his rifle. He was restricted only to the one ward, with access to only one cooling zone.

And that was subsequently where he deigned to spend most of his time. It was hot. Hotter than hell, in Tobias' opinion. Some of his memories seemed to indicate that he'd spent time working on some backwater world with intense heat, but it was so far behind the fog he couldn't place it.

All he knew was that he hated Geonosis.

"I need water," he murmured as he stopped to grab a sip from his canteen. They didn't have a communal fountain, or anything else that might spread rampant infection if someone were afflicted. And people didn't just come and go here. The only ones who were allowed to freely access this area were VIPs, someone who knew someone, essentially.

Despite that, the garden was beautiful and had a peaceful atmosphere. Wrynn decided he didn't hate it.

Eira Talon

 

[Eira Talon]

Srina had insisted Eira not do this. There was no need for Eira to remained quarantined with all the others when Metus's cure had surely rid the infection from her body. From all their bodies. The airborne illness had been so dangerously contagious that Eira was sure that her point of infection had been zombie at first sight.

Maybe even when she touched down.

While her sister never said it, she could see that Srina believed otherwise. The Exarch had already dealt with the zombie that had attacked her-- sent him to the depths of the planet, and then some, actually. Eira could sense that what had occurred on Artisia had been all Srina had feared for her and more. She tried not to think about what that might mean for her position training under Srina. There was no way she could go back to Eshan and resume life as if nothing had happened. It would be maddening.

Blame had been put where it could be shoved and for now, her sister just wanted her home. Srina believed whole heartedly in her master's ability to make a sustainable cure. CDC cautioned otherwise.

On this one, Eira was siding with the government. She allowed herself to be quarantined-- no, insisted upon it. She would not be the one to doom this planet to what had occurred on Artisia.

Even if it was hot as hell.


The gardens were her sanctuary. Without training, she was becoming a ball of pent of emotions. At least out there it was cool, and the greenery did a fair bit of good to remind her of home. Still, she was starting to grow stir-crazy, and so she had taken to a quiet patch of grass to practice her forms. The Echani was dressed as Echani do, her alabaster skin exposed to the cooling air. It was refreshing, deliciously so, as she fluidly worked her body through forms that built with intensity over time.

It was an art form, the girl finding a release as she twisted and coiled among the circle of rose bushes. She found imaginary enemies and lashed out, spinning mid air to catch a head inside the crook of her arms. She landed lithely, following the motion through, turning to flip said no-body over her back. She looked up, silver eyes flashing as it landed on another unseen threat.

She jumped into a seamless roll, a delicate foot going up to break a chin.

Or perhaps that was a nose.

It was clear in her mind, the girl absorbed in her escape.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

It was a nose.

Specifically, it was his nose. Wrynn turned just in time to see red as the impact took him, and the force behind the attack sent him sprawling to the dirt. Blood exploded instantly from the point of contact, and he let out a hiss of pain as the stinging and burning sensations took full command of his senses. "Feth," he spat a gobbet of blood as his world spun.

The virus hadn't killed him, but he had mused the quarantine might just manage it. He had never come so close with a prediction as that instant.

Wrynn sat back on his haunches, his balance destroyed. It would take a moment for his wits to return, and after that, he would have some choice words for his assailant. "What the-"

His blurred vision began to clear, and he saw her at last. The silver haired, pale skinned woman registered with his cybernetic gaze as close enough to human that there was only one explanation for her appearance. It fit when he considered that she had just smashed his nose.

Echani.

"Did you get the plates on that speeder that just hit me?" he asked, managing a painful smirk.

Eira Talon

 

[Eira Talon]

The peaceful meditation shattered in an instant, her mental prediction on where her punch would land turning very real. very fast. She yelped instinctively, pulling away. She took stock of the moment and shook out her hand; she was fine. She knew it was just the shock that had her so disjointed.

"How in the-" Perhaps that's what she got for moving with her eyes closed. It was just-- she had-- so carefully-- no one in sight-- She stood flustered before him, her confidence leaving her shoulders in a huff. His words only left her reeling further.

She looked around for a moment, as if to spot the speeder that had...

She dropped the knuckles she had been rubbing and looked back at him. She frowned. "...I am sorry," she murmured, soft spoken. She reached her hand back out, but instead of a curled first he was greeted by a hand up. "I should have paid more attention, are you alright?" Her grip was strong. Despite her small size she was fully capably of tugging his weight back to his feet. The confidence that she had moved with in the grass did not return to her form as she helped him up.

Her frown turned to his nose, her concern clear. "It is broken." She took a strip of cloth tied to her wrist-- a makeshift hairband-- and tried to hold it to the bloody cartilage.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

"There's a bunch of us here, but they don't really like the idea of us grouping together. Social Distancing, they call it. Six feet, cover your mouth- I'm pretty sure that virus wasn't being transmitted by coughing," he grimaced, a painful laugh resounding from his throat. The reality of their situation hit much harder than her kick, but the kick most definitely still hurt.

At this point, he tried and failed to use laughter as a panacea. The girl had a better idea. "Thanks," he managed to say as she came close with her torn fabric and attempted to nurse the broken nose. That was a rather unfortunate break, he recalled. All he could do was wait for it to heal, for as long as that took.

"It's my fault," he said finally after she finished. After the landing pain from contact ceased. "I don't know how I didn't see you there. My mind must have been wandering. I've been in isolation for too long."

Even if he hadn't, Tobias had so many unanswered questions.

And a lifetime of memories to sort through.

Eira Talon

 

[Eira Talon]

She grimaced, understanding his discomfort. Eira had never been separated from family for as long as she had in this place. One might even call this her first real time away from home-- it hadn't really counted when she had been living Srina. She was still her sister, estranged as they were. There were still familiar comforts.

Now she was surrounded by nothing but strangers. She hated it. She dropped her hand, wiping her fingers on what little cloth she wore.

"We're halfway through," she reassured them both. She swallowed against her building thirst, her previous exertion still leaving a sheen of sweat across her skin. "...Come on, lets get you ice for that." Before it swells.

She slipped by him, moving silently through the foliage she had tucked herself into. Maybe that was how he had run into her hand. Pushed past a branch and wham.

She brought him to the bar, gesturing for eyes. The worker paused, their eyes alight with panic as they stared at the blood pouring out of his nose. That was one sure fire way to catch the disease. It was how Eira had caught it.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

He saw the numbers embedded in his optical implants race. Though he could not sense how others felt, when their heart rates spiked and the looks of terror grew on their faces, Wrynn immediately understood their dilemma. "Easy," he held up his hand. "Easy, I just... ran into a tree," he lied.

Skeptical glances were exchanged. "Yeah, pretty stupid, right? I wasn't at all looking where I was going." He pointed to the offending wound.

"Let's have a look," one of the medical staffers dared to close the distance. He peeled away the fabric to get a closer look. "It's obviously been jarred out of position. I'll have to set it."

Wrynn winced.

"You said you ran into a tree? How did it impact you from below?" the man scrutinized. "You would have to have been staring straight up, then brought your head down just in time for you to-"

"A ha ha, details, right?" Tobias grinned from ear to ear. "Listen, doc, my nose hurts pretty bad. Can we skip the talking part?"

Wrynn looked toward Eira and forced a smile. It was better that no one mistake what happened, for both of them. Violence was one obvious effect that the Virus had on Atrisia. Misunderstandings were sure to arise if he said she had kicked him.

Eira Talon