Soldier, Poet, King

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

She grimaced, eyes popping open as fist connected. Head lulled back as he got handsy and rdagged her arse off her seat. Blood dripped down her face. Other arm came up to instinctively push him off but didn't quite get there as a verbal yelp escaped her lips. In the form of a swear.

"KRIFFIN karkholeowowowOUCH." Head straightened and she blinked at Amon and down to her twisted arm.

Definitely broken wrist.

"Medkits in the back. Water. Ration packs. Grab them."

It was clear this wasn't her first rodeo. She had to do a quick scan on the ship to see what needed repair in case they could salvage parts of whatever...wherever this was. Maybe get a scan of the area. One thing was for sure, there was no way in the system of the seven suns that she was letting the sith get her ship. Even if that meant they left and came back.

"Can you tie a sling? Cause I'm gonna need you to."

 

[Zef Halo]

He stared at her as she swore like a true Corellian sailor and nearly called her out on her uselessness. She saved him, yes and was he supposed to save her now? Fate really had a weird sense of humor.

"Alright." Amon dashed back out of the cockpit, quickly found the items she needed and came back. The ship truly looked like a home. Everything seemed to be found at the right place. Space hobo?

"Yes, I can. But not now." he said and grabbed her by the other arm aiming to pull her with him out of the ship. "We need to go, they won't take long to come."

"Can you use a firearm fair enough to fend yourself?" there was only as much he could do if she couldn't really keep herself safe.

"Do not lie."

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Before Amon grabbed her again, she loaded the ship's data and scan of the area onto her wrist comm. For a moment, she spacer let the soldier lead her along, giving one last look at her crashed ship over her tensed-shoulder. They were plunged into a thicket of twisting trees and dense bushes. Twigs snatched at her face and clothing like greedy fingernails. Kinsey could see the path her ship had carved in the other direction. Pibs rolled close behind the pair.

Do not lie.

She blinked.

With a twist and a tug, her wrist slipped free from his grasp. Blaster was in her hand in a second and before the next second could be completely over, a red-bolt buried itself into the soft earth of the forest floor about an inch from the tip of one of Amon's boots.

Sizzle-hiss.

A single, brown brow rose in Amon's direction.

"Answer enough for you?"

He'd been lucky she hadn't been aiming for his foot. There was a roar behind them, back toward her ship. Probably a transport en route to check on the downed vessel.

 

[Zef Halo]

Amon glared at the sizzling hole in the ground an inch away from his foot. Okay, cowboy. He raised his gaze to meet hers as she arched her brow in a slightly arrogant way. Smuggler through and through, if he believed the stereotypes.

"They will seize your ship and turn it upside down, Captain Kinsey." He commented at the roaring of engines which alerted them of a vessel descending not far from them. "They will most likely sabotage it too."

The Mandalorian contemplated their choices and frowned.

"We either run and survive or risk taking the ship back." he said and approached her. Amon gestured for her injured arm with bandages in his hand. He could tie her the sling now if she wished. "Unless you have better ideas."

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Curved shoulders fell slightly. She knew it was coming. Everything he said would happen. As much as she'd rather run deep into this jungle planet and hide from the sith, she couldn't turn her back on her home. 'Sides, only a matter of time they might be tracked down anyway.

Better to take initiative in this case.

The girl with the startling blue eyes holstered her blaster. Arm moved to cradle it beneath her chest, giving Amon a silent nod of permission to come closer and complete the sling. "I say," blues seemed distant as her focus shifted from the proximity of Amon's stern face to the jungles beyond his shoulder.

"We take the risk. If we run, they might track us down anyway. I bet they expected us to run now. We'd have surprise on our side. And, we should focus on taking their ship first. Then we can use those parts to fix mine. Not sure if we'll get another shot at repair."

The adventurer inhaled, holding her breath for a moment.

"Do you agree?"

She couldn't do this by herself. But she wanted Amon to make his own decision. Like he said, this plan had the biggest and most immediate risks. And if things went really south, she was worried she'd have to unmask her force signature. And that, well, probably wouldn't be good around an armada of sith. Not to mention, the One Sith affiliation. The very Sith Sage Bane had called home. If Sage found her.

Well, hopefully he wouldn't find her.

Just that thought made her fingers tremble.