Private The Revolution of Super Visions

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"Man, I'm hilarious..." Oceiros trailed off. He did not clarify who Jerry was. Old news anyway. ​

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Data streamed along the edges of his vision. He didn't exactly have a built-in vitals scanner, but he could catch the big stuff. Stuff that mattered. Her diagnostics were mostly fine... Heart rate within acceptable parameters, temperature normal. Shucks, she wasn't having a stroke and she wasn't pleading out. ​

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Garbled static from his earpiece. Ground control finally had something to add.​

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"Nah, she's just a drama queen," he told them like it presently was, "I'll take care of it."​

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Still cradling the Black Knight, Oceiros rose to his feet. "Try shutting your eyes again, slim."​

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Denon System, Denon
Super Chic Modern Apartment

It wasn't the swankiest apartment but it was pretty up there. Literally. High rise in the Sakedo Tower Ward. Beautiful view of the megaplex right from the bedroom... Which was where Oceiros had landed after skipping through time and space. It was dark in there. He muttered some kind of curse under his breath and shuffled in place like he was deciding where to put her down.​

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Had to be the bed. Which was risky and not totally groovy on account of her status. Those sheets were expensive, man... But chivalry and whatever. Oceiros, like most people, liked to think he wasn't materialistic and so never recognized the instances where he was. ​

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He laid her down gingerly as if expecting she might explode. "Aaaaallright, try not to puke. You want a water? Caf?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark blacked out.

#andnotbecauseIwastoldto

When she opened her eyes again, she was tucked comfortably in a soft bed of silken sheets. #Ismellthecredits The neon glow of outside lights shifted on the edge of drawn curtains. Eye lashes fluttered open, grey-blue eyes slowly opening. Glasses askew on her face, fingers lifted to quickly adjust them so things weren't seen at odd tilts and angles.

Oscar's voice had woken her but she missed the question so asked one of her own.

"Where...where are we? We -uh- finished the job, right?" Eyes traveled downward at her messed up clothes. #ugh #she'dneednewthreads

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"You're at my place," Oscar scratched his nose, just kind of standing there. He didn't keep a chair in here. "I mean, yeah. We just had to open the door. And you did."​

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Sixty thousand smackaroos for opening one stupid door that only took her a few minutes. Chump change to the men upstairs. Probably the easiest job in the books if it weren't for that crazy robo-man.​

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He yawned and rolled one shoulder like he had actually done something today aside from get shot and complain. "So... You like... Exploded that guy. What was that about?"​

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Somewhere beneath the veil of nonchalance was a man who contained equal parts genuine concern and piqued interest. It was like finding out a baby bantha could shoot face-melting acid out of its eyes. Yeah, yeah, danger, but... Come on. How...?​

 

[Spark Finn]

#easycreds

#kinda

Spark shifted and slowly sat up. Stretching muscles that were a little sore #barelyanymuscles One hand lifted to smooth tousled blonde hair away from her face. Those grey blue eyes of hers studied the bearded man #moremachine before her.

"Uh Oscar, that's like me asking how you can blip around town." She frowned and reached on her pocket to bring her datapad out, checking to make sure these clowns hadn't swindled her out of promised credits. At least they'd been true to her word. Stashing her comm away, she began to shift out of the bed, swinging her legs over the edge.

"Thanks for helping back there," fingers rubbed at the back of her skinny neck awkwardly.

"Doesn't look like you spend a lot of time here. Um, what planet are we on?" Knowing him they could be smack dab in the middle of Tingel Arm space.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"Uh Oscar, that's like me asking how you can blip around town."​

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Oceiros shrugged and flashed another award-winning smile, "You got twenty minutes? I'd tell you; nobody ever asks."​

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They were usually too busy getting nauseous about it or they already knew. He meandered out of Spark's way and went to one of the windows, punched a couple buttons on a keypad that was hanging there.​

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"Doesn't look like you spend a lot of time here. Um, what planet are we on?"​

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"We're on Dromund Kaas," Oceiros told her, "Ten minute walk from where the Sith chuck orphans in the sacrifice pit. That's why the rent's cheap."​

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He was deeply amused with himself for that one and chuckled the whole time it took for the auto-blinds to start sifting out of the way. Sunlight came streaming in. Once the glare subsided, the typical Denon skyline could be seen.​

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Off to the right side was the megaplex. "Nah, it's just Denon. Nice part of town this time, so don't sweat it. I come here plenty, by the way. I'm just a tidy guy."​

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The cleaning droids that came in when he was gone were the tidy ones, but Oceiros had never seen any benefit to making that distinction. He paid for them, didn't he? Tidy by association.​

 

[Spark Finn]

Her ship was a long ways away. Back on Brentaal IV. A delicate arch of one fair brow at his joke. Even as her light blue eyes took in that Denon skyline. Standing, she made her way toward the kitchen area as if she lived there. She began rummaging through the drawers and shelves looking for some Frosty O's and a bowl with some blue milk. If not that, then some BBQ Zappo chips or some Zipcorn.

"Where are your drinks," she called as she opened what she thought was the icebox drawer.

"Do you have a darkweb connection in here? "

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Dark eyes followed Spark, somewhat confused but mostly curious to see where she was going so wordlessly. "Uuuuh..."​

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He leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching with some consternation as Black Knight started opening drawers and cabinets. Not a lot of people did that. If they did, he would have bothered to, like, stock some things. Empty, empty, empty. ​

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The only cupboard with anything in it possessed exactly two drinking glasses, both with a thin layer of a dust. One of the drawers had perhaps the saddest assembly of loose silverware and another had a few sauce packets.​

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"I can order like, a, uhhh..." Gee, Oceiros wasn't usually one to be off-kilter, but this chick had gone from comatose to going through his stuff. "Hey, don't..."​

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She opened the icebox. And the icebox had a neat little tray of eleven injectors, with an empty slot for a twelfth. The tubes were clear, with a silvery liquid in each. Mercury-like consistency. No, it wasn't just just liquid: those things were loaded up with nanites. Dormant from the cold.​

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Oceiros knit his brow together. The Force obliged him, and the icebox drawer forced itself back shut.​

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"I got a minifridge in the living room." Filled with beer and mineral water, the two great keys to eternal youth. "What'd you need a darkweb connection for now? Crimes?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

A single brow lofted in his direction as the icebox shut.

"Listen, what kind of drugs you do isn't my business."

Her stomach growled hungrily. And looking around a big #miffed at all the empty cabinets and stuff. How could someone not even have any FROSTY OH'S?!

#monster #theinhumanity

She wandered over to the minifridge and yanked it open. That frown on her thin lips only growing as was the consternation on her pale face. Begrudgingly swiping a water, she went over to the hovercouch and took a seat, kicking her feet up on the accompanying coffee table.

"Can't a girl work?"

In way of answering his question which was not an answer at all.

"Yeah, could you order some breakfast and," she glanced at her ripped threads. "some new clothes?" Then her grey-blue eyes studied his form. Brow scrunched curiously as she took a sip of water. "Do you um...not need to eat with those nano things in you?"

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros looked confused for a split second. That definitely wasn't where he kept his drugs. How could she know about the drugs? Then he realized she was just saying shit, so he smiled wryly. "Yeah, you're right it ain't." Can't a girl work, she says. Can't a man have hobbies? Or nanites? Sheesh.​

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He meandered over to the sitting area, but didn't seat himself - instead he stood around on the other side of the coffee table. "I dunno if I can order clothes. Besides, scrappy and shredded suits you. You look a punk chick. Hardcore." Another award-winning smile. "I can tell you all about my little friends, if you wanna share what your deal is. No pressure."​

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Yes pressure.​

 

[Spark Finn]

"Can't order clothes?"

#asif

"Denon isn't that backwater." Slate-blue eyes drifted up to meet his own. A small tap at her ear as her eyes flickered to his own. "Figured your friends already tried looking me up." There was a flash of smugness in her eyes as she assumed they hadn't found much. "What do you want to know and why?"

Fishing her comm out of her backpocket, she fired off a quick message before settling the screen back in her lap to look at her host.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"Tch. They don't yap at me unless they're asking for something," Oceiros huffed. Maybe they knew something he didn't, or maybe they had better things to do. "I still wanna know how a little lady like you converted that thing into scrap metal and giblets. Nobody learns a trick like that from fortune cookies is all I'm sayin'."​

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark took a sip of the water and gave it a mournful look.

#Iwantafizzy

A small roll of those ice blue eyes of hers at her host. "Oscar, you and I both know size doesn't matter when it comes to the force."

#butotherthings

"You're a space wizard. I'm a space wizard. Lots of people are wizards these days." Looking down, she realized one of her converse were untied. Putting down the water she began to string up those laces. "You ever hear of a guy named Jorus Merrill?"

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Size doesn't matter. Very forward-thinking if you asked Oceiros, but she was right. He stroked his chin contemplatively. "Jorus Merrill..."​

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There was a short burst of static delivered directly into his brain by his comlink. Oceiros pretended not to notice.​

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"Nope, can't say I have," he said wistfully, and sat himself down on the parallel couch. Oceiros propped up his feet on the table because he did, in fact, own the place. "Does he go around blowing people up or is that just, like, a side-thing for him?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

Straightening from the lacing, Spark swiveled resting her scrawny back against the armrest of the hovercouch, so she could extend her legs and face Oscar without craning her neck.

"Well it was actually a friend of his...," Spark adjusted her glasses and fiddled with the comm in her lap.

"Who taught you how to blip?"

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros looked at her like he was waiting for the punchline of an incredible joke, but he never got it. "Uh-huh. What? That's all I get?" A friend of Jorus Merrill? Good grief, that could've been anyone. He sighed.​

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"I got stuck somewhere I shouldn't and... A monk with, aheh, six green tongues had to teach me how to get out. Real freaky stuff. Your turn again. Who's your buddy's buddy?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

Sandy brows on a pale face shot upward.

#holychit

"Freaky?" #lolwut Then her face started to redden as she thought about it a little more. A little too much. Suddenly her shoes were very interesting to look at.

"Umm," she squeaked making an awkward moment a little more. This guy was definitely the kind of guy to be involved with a lot of tongues.

"She was a force ghost. Real uppity. Why are you so curious?" There was a sudden knock at the door. "That's for me." Spark popped to her feet and went to open it to reveal a mid-sized parcel, which she dragged inside.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

"Freaky?"​

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"Real freaky," Oceiros emphasized, greatly self-amused to have had this affect. How a lady could go from detonating folks to staring at their shoes was something to think about... But it at least made for some real groovy conversation, if you asked him.​

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"Y'know, I've always wanted to blow things just up by looking at 'em," he said with an affected wistfulness. "Ever since I was a little..."​

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He trailed off when there was a knock at the door, then he craned his head to watch her as she left and started dragging something into his pad. Something... Medium sized.​

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"Uh-oh. What'd you win?"​

 

[Spark Finn]

Huffing like this was the most physical activity she did in a month, she plopped back on the edge of the couch. The box between her spindly legs and she keyed in a quick code to open it up. "You ever heard of space-dash? Great system. Got some frozen flatbreads," which she took out the boxes ready to pop them in his icebox. She also pulled out two bottles of fizzy and some new threads. Jeans and top that wasn't full of shrapnel holes and dried blood and a smashball cap.

Popping open a bag of BBQ chips, she tossed one at Oscar. Her aim was very off.

Scooping up the pizzas, she wandered back to the icebox to stuff them inside. "I'm gonna change. Eat. Is it annoying to always have someone listening in your ear?" She'd call as she walked around like it was her home. Ducking into the bedroom to close the door and begin getting on the undamaged clothing.

 

[Oceiros of Shor]

Spark Finn

Oceiros watched her unbox her loot crate with subdued amusement. He remained stationary even as a chip sailed overhead, although he did make a sort of "what was that about" gesture with his hands. Palms up, arms out, like he was expecting an explanation to be tossed over next.​

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"What, you moving in already?" He craned his head as she walked past to watch her go, and without much subtlety. Just keeping track of where she was off to, surely. Probably. Uh-huh. ​

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He tapped at the little comlink in his ear and huffed quietly to himself. "You get used to it..."​

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Did he, though? Oceiros delicately removed it with a thumb and a finger, took careful aim, and flicked it over to the kitchen. Somewhere in there was a burst of static signaling disproval. It bounced off the backwall and sank directly into the garbage disposal. That had to be, like, a three pointer. And nobody was around to see it. ​

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Shucks.​