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[Phobos]

Unlimited Power
Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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Phobos had never really been bothered by anyone before. For that reason, when individuals began to chase her down the streets of Daiyu she really had no choice but to run. It wasn't that they themselves could hurt her, but rather something they carried. It was dark, and even being near that presence made her core pulsate with strain. She had tried to call out to the Bendu for aid. He did not respond.

She had no idea that they were corralling her. The thugs were organized, moving Phobos through the streets with coordinated precision to guide her into one particular alleyway. She must have stepped on a trip wire of some kind, because a cage came up below her and locked her up like a canary. When she went to touch the bars, her hands burned and began to crumble, prompting her to swiftly pull them back. Sith holocrons were haphazardly strewn about the outside of the cage. Whoever had made use of them seemed to have little regard for the knowledge within. They saw them merely as a source of dark power. It rendered Phobos all but useless.

"The witch-thing is fast," one human man grumbled as he made his way up to the cage.

He struck it with the butt of his rifle, making Phobos squeak and tumble backwards into the bars. The darkside energy surged into her, and when she cried out in pain the air turned a bitter cold.

"Watch it, moron!" a Zabrak woman who was clearly the leader chastized. "You remember what Lord Kelos said. Enough of that will kill her, and he needs her alive. We just need enough of that Sith chit to keep her from running off."

What was she even supposed to do in this situation. Plead for her life? Phobos tried to muster up the words, but she didn't have the strength to speak. Her body trembled, weak from the darkness that surrounded her. Worse so, she was terrified. The hood over her head that concealed her flame did little to shroud her fear. Whatever she may have wanted to do, the Ashspawn was left paralyzed.

"She don't look like much," the man huffed. "This thing is supposed to have infinite energy?"

"She's made of the chit," the Zabrak remarked. "You see how she burned away when that black magic stuff touched her? Boss said it would work cause she was the exact opposite or somethin, made of pure energy. Cold fusion in a walking thing. All you gotta do is pluck the heart out..."

By now the rest of the thugs had caught up, making for seven in total. They all loomed around her like vultures, their forms half shrouded by the darkness of the alleyway. Whatever had caused this, it was clear that somebody knew what Phobos was, knowledge that was even beyond her. The answer to that question she had always had seemed to make her valuable in the worst kind of way...

The kind that felt like it was gonna get her locked away forever.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit


Something about this job had felt wrong. Even when she had accepted it, the Force felt wrong. Which was saying quite a lot, considering she had even take contracts off the Sith. But this entirely felt off. As she patiently made her way through the streets of Daiyu, hood held up over her head, Lightsaber in one hand and dagger in the other. It wasn't as if she had been hired directly. One of the members of this ragtag group had heard about her being nearby and the pay sounded decent so...

The dagger only made the sensation of the Dark Side radiating from the holocrons surge. She could feel the Darkness pulsing around her, even as she tried her hardest to stay focused on the job. You'd have thought that by now she'd have been used to the sensation...but she wasn't. It still felt wrong, unnatural to be surrounded by darkness as she made her way through the alleyway, seemingly stood side by side with the other thugs as Reina folded her arms along her front.

"You lot are thicker than a bantha. Y'know what could happen with pure energy if it loses control? With this amount of Dark Side energy all contained in one place?"

She didn't really know herself. But the redhead wanted to look smart. She was the Force expert here after all, which is why she knew there was something about the Cage that wasn't letting the target of this specific job get out...but there was something familiar about them as the redhead crouched down closer towards the cage. Her gaze focusing in on the captive...before she blinked beneath her own hood. Phobos. Reina remembered her. It seemed like the Hidden Path hadn't worked for either of them.

<You able to move?>

Reina mouthed towards Phobos, not expecting an actual answer. Already, it was as if a switch had flipped for Reina. She was a mercenary. She might have worked for the highest bidder from time to time, but even she had her own morals. Reina didn't mess with people she knew. But how would this go for her? It wasn't entirely a situation that Reina could see herself walking out of scot-free. Well. Maybe she could. She could fight on the level of a Knight...but could she protect Phobos at the same time?

There was a part of Reina debating within herself. She didn't have to try and rescue Phobos. She could go with the job. Survive. Continue to make a name for herself...Did she truly have to save Phobos? Reina was not a Jedi. Not anymore. But seeing Phobos surrounded by darkness, the weakness is inflicting on her...Reina had to save her.

She flicked her hand out, as a sudden red beam of energy erupted from her lightsaber hilt, warmth immediately escaping amidst the cold of the dark. Perhaps one might have thought Reina was about to attempt to strike down Phobos...Though that thought would haven't lasted for long as Reina slashed the lightsaber's beam through the cage, in a swift attempt to try and help Phobos escape. Twisting herself around in a flourish, both with the Lightsaber ready to defend herself, whilst also sending the dagger soaring into the chest of the man. Even if he didn't bleed out, the poison was sure to make him useless.

"I hope you know your way out of here. I'd rather not have to kill them all."

Reina was different to when Phobos had seen her last. Perhaps darker. More grim. But Reina had never been more determined than she was right now. They could catch up later, once they were somewhere safe...but with only one other mercenary down...This was going to make for a long job.​

 

[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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At first, Phobos' eyes lit up as though she were seeing an angel. Somebody she knew! And they very quickly moved to cut through the cage. And yet, something was immediately wrong. There demeanor was grim, the weapons they carried radiated with a dark energy that matched the holocrons that kept her restrained in the cage. She was a bit dazed by the whiplash, not reacting right away to her newfound freedom.

The thugs didn't react at first. It was almost like they were processing what they saw in unison, like a hive mind of sorts. The Zabrak turned. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to panic. She only let out a sneer.

"You've made a poor decision, mercenary."

A collection of nearby balconies opened up, several strangers stepping out into view. They looked on with hauntingly blank eyes, as though they were only walking bodies. What had once been seven had increased to something closer to twenty or thirty. The zabrak froze in place for a moment, like a machine buffering, then she spoke again.

"Lord Kelos sees you," she stated bluntly. "You ain't got nowehere to run in this city, sweetheart. Your bounty will be up within the hour. Now, quit being a little chit and step away from her. Maybe he'll allow you safe passage off world."

Phobos had finally managed to scramble to her feet, but the sudden appearence of so many more people made her rethink just running off. It wasn't clear where she could even go.

Not if more would crawl out of the wood-works.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

Oh. Oh. That...That was a lot more than Reina had expected. A lot more. She wouldn't be able to get out of this situation without knocking or cutting a few heads together...and there was a part of her that was eager for it. The fight. There was a bit more thought that was going to have to go into this now. And...well...Thinking wasn't always Reina's strong suit at the end of the day.

"One moment."

She held her finger out towards the Zabrak, before raising a finger to her ear to get onto her communicator.

"N'Kek? You there? Hey, hey. You know I still don't understand your whole Jawa Speak. Just makin' sure you're awake. I may need the ship. You can fly the thing, right?"

Of course, she didn't know if the Jawa she had saved from the bounty on its head back on Tattooine could. She didn't even know what the damned thing was squeaking back down to her through the communicator. In the meanwhile, she used the Force to pull her dagger back to her hand as the Ersansyr needed to come up with an actual plan.

Hivemind meant trying to use mental tricks wouldn't work. Fear? Possible. She could just kill 'em all. Sure, some of the hivemind victims were probably innocent in this, but if it meant Reina got out alive with Phobos, was it really that bad?...Okay. No. That idea wouldn't work out either. Phobos probably wouldn't stand for innocent people being harmed. Kark it.

"Anyway. Back to you guys. I may have made a poor decision, I've been doing those since I was born...but...this has went from more of a chore of dealing with a handful of you, to something more enjoyable."

Talk. Distraction. Waste as much time as needed until Burru N'Kek showed up with the ship. Sure. She'd still have to fight somewhat, but the more time she wasted...The more lives that could be spared, even as Reina held her lightsaber in front of her, keeping her hood up as much as she could.

"Lord Kelos this, Lord Kelos that. I've dealt with plenty of Sith in my time. He don't scare me."

Well..."Dealing" with Sith depends on your point of view? Killed. She had done a fair few of that. No-one high up though. Though she was accustomed to going against the Sith, both in the battlefield and in more...intimate places. Here she was hoping that if she did end up having to deal with this Lord Kelos, it was in the battlefield.

"Phobos? You good back there? Just...stay near me. I ain't going to let them get you."

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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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"Phobos? You good back there? Just...stay near me. I ain't going to let them get you."

"O-okay," Phobos stammered, not in a position to argue. "Just... please keep those... weapons pointed away from me. Th-their presence... it hurts me..."

The zabrak woman, meanwhile, opened her mouth to respond, but paused. Her eyes glazed over as something filled her mind with information. She responded, offering a simple 'yes sir' to someone who wasn't there. Then her body went rigid, her eyes going black. She spoke again, but with a different cadence.

"You hear lord and think Sith," the new individual mused, speaking through the woman. "You're still carrying a chip on your shoulder, miss failed Jedi. The Sith are over-emotional fools. Hedonism is just as much slavery as the Jedi doctrine. They are bound to their impulses like beasts in cages. Just as you are bound to your feeble sense of morality, even as you drove your knife into the back of the hand that fed you. Everyone who steps foot on Daiyu is in the house of Lord Kelos. He makes an effort to know who they are if they so much as breath in the air he owns. His eyes are in every home."

A grin formed on the face of the zabrak, an unnatural one at that. They were actions taken by someone who was unfamiliar with the body they were now in.

"She is stalling you with her words," the possessor told their followers. "Open fire. The Ashspawn's body will reform. She is not at risk."

As the zabrak woman shuddered, her gaze returning to normal, the rest wasted very little time acting. They drew their weapons in unison, like battle droids, turning their blasters on the mercenary who had betrayed them and were quick to open fire with little regard for who may be effected, even those who stood with them.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit
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"You hear lord and think Sith,"

"I mean, when it quacks like a duck, smells like a duck, and looks like a duck..."

Reina waved her dagger in the direction of the holocrons, as if that was an answer for her assumption. And here she thought the Jedi liked to talk a lot. Seems like the Sith-But-Not-Actually-Sith also liked to talk a lot. It worked enough to waste time if she was being honest, though she couldn't help but try to be a little snarky as she twirled the dagger in her non-dominant hand.

"You say his eyes are in every home, but I ain't got a home. So. Clearly he's not doing a great job there. Plus I an't stabbed a knife into anyone's hand. I'm not struggling that much. Working for Sith, criminals, mandalorians. You're pretty much small-fry compared to some of the places I've been to."

Perhaps she was wrong. Reina was more than likely very wrong if she was being totally honest. Sure, she might have went for an assassination mission with the Tof, where she held off a bunch of trained fighters...but there wasn't much Force shenanigans going on there. Either way, her job was to anger. To distract. What was the term? She had never been good at the theoretical lessons of the Jedi...Dun Moch? Was that it? Maybe.

"Hey, Phobos. Is he...erh...right about that? If you get shot, you'll reform right?"

It'd probably still hurt...but it would also save Reina from having to fully extend herself. Soresu wasn't a style she was immensely familiar with. If she had, she'd be able to hold out long enough for the damned Jawa...but for now, she was focusing on shien as she deflected blaster bolts with little care for the lives she was taken. Stamina could be a problem, if this dragged out for too long. She was at least somewhat supported by the Force, having a passive application of Enhance Attribute flowing through her, but it wasn't much. It only increased her to around 7% of her natural capabilities...but hey. That was more than not having it.

Every fibre of her being wanted to jump straight into Ataru. To start slashing away at the members of the hive-mind...but that would leave Phobos exposed. For now, the plan was to stay routed where she was, deflecting blaster bolts back to their maker.
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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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"Hey, Phobos. Is he...erh...right about that? If you get shot, you'll reform right?"

"I-I don't know how they knew," Phobos answered.

That didn't make any sense to her. How could someone know more about what she was than she did? Nobody else who she had ever met seemed to have an inclination to what she was. It hardly mattered right now. The more pressing issue was the horde advancing on them, firing their weapons with little restraint.

One deflected blaster bolt hit a Nautolan man in the chest, sending him to the ground. His red eyes glazed over an inky black and the dying man spoke.

"I believe this one was a taxi driver," it spoke. "Single father. His spouse passed when the Rakghoul infestation reemerged ten years ago. It was easy to get him to agree to turn over his mind. The promise of food on the table is difficult to resist when you are starving. You would be surprised how useful people are when stripped of the burdens of free thought..."

Those words made a flip switch in Phobos' head. She was still afraid, but something more overwhelming came over her at that moment. Rather than staying behind Reina, the Ashspawn strode forward. She even took a blaster bolt to the head, right above her left eye. Ash spilled out from the 'wound' in a sandy form, revealing the truth of what the voice had told them. It was almost like her body was a facade. The young woman's hands went up, and a large force barrier surrounded both her and Reina, staving off the incoming assault for the time being.

"Y-your friend is bringing a ship, right?" she asked. "How long will that be?"

She'd try to maintain the barrier until then.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

"So what if he knows? You know who you are inside, not him."

Reina huffed, as she deflected blaster bolt after blaster bolt. The Not-A-Sith might have thought his little speech would have turned Reina against what she was doing. But if anything, it only made her push forward more. People who were willing to have free thought ripped away from them because things got tough? They were weak.

She had starved. She had been alone. She had been hurting. She was hurting. But Reina never gave up. Stubborness was one of the few traits she had that wasn't a total negative. Of course, she knew her belief that they were weak was perhaps being influenced by the Dark. In the past, when she had worked with the New Jedi Order, Reina would have been willing to find an alternative. But not anymore.

Though it seemed she didn't get to continue in her defensive assault for much longer. Blinking to herself as Phobos took a step forward...and a blaster bolt to the eye that seemingly didn't do any lasting damage. Well. That would have been fun to know earlier before Reina had tried to exert herself. Not that she was going to start relaxing just because they were beneath a barrier.

"Annny minute now..."

At that, the sound of repeating laser cannons echoed through the sky as said ship made its arrival. Reina tapped away at her communicator, before speaking back to her little co-pilot.

"Hey. N'Kek? I've set up the slave circuit. You can hop down to the heavy blaster cannon. Shoot anything that moves. That isn't me. And...erh...that isn't on fire."

She glanced over towards Phobos at that, giving an awkward grin as the transport slowly started to come in. Of course there would be questions about where she got a ship like this...but she could answer those questions later. For now, she had to get her and Phobos to safety...alongside the corpse of one of the fallen hive-mind members. Reina might not be a biologist...but she was sure the medical droid on board could figure out something.
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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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As Reina's vessel flew in, a man emerged from the barrage of blaster fire. One bolt passed through him, so he was clearly not present. Merely an illusion. His eyes were a soft blue, not corrupted. He walked with a casual air about him, as though on a stroll. Fine robes, a glass of wine in his hand. A soft grin on his face.

"Heartless thing, aren't you..." he mused, almost to himself. "You think the thralls as lesser. At least you have some common sense. It is right to look down on the weak. I still do not see the why you defend the ghost then. She's just as pathetic as they are. What makes her different in your irrational logic? Those who cannot fend for themselves only have value in what those with power can extract from them. I wonder then what it is you seek. Your kind do not wander for long. They limp back to their masters eventually, begging to be let in."

There was a rumble above the city. A large shadow appeared above, casting it's shadow over the alleyway. A Star Destroyer, marked with an emblem: a hand with a mouth of razor sharp teeth in it's palm.

"I only need the Ashspawn alive," the man reasoned. "I can pry her crystalline core from the wreckage if I must. Even so, I will not pretend to be surprised if you slip away. You seem hardy enough to tip poor odds in your favor. Something that elevates you above the vermin that live in the gutters of this planet. I do hope you survive. I've not put up a bounty in years, and I do so enjoy it."

And then he was gone, just as soon as had arrived. Phobos had finally gotten to the point where she couldn't hold up the barrier much longer. She was straining to even keep it up, her eyes flickering like light-bulbs on the verge of going out.

"I-is the ship open?!" Phobos asked. "I-I don't wanna turn my head! I-it hurts really bad!"

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

"Oh, it ain't because they're weak. I know Phobos. I don't know them. Simple."

Her loyalty wasn't to the Dark Side or the Light. To what remained of the New Jedi Order or the Sith she worked for. No. Her loyalty was to people. To Quinn. To Everest. To Phobos. Even if one of the three had left her. And...well, Reina didn't overly know Phobos well, but the Ashspawn was still a friend and for Reina, she had few of those anymore.

Though it was almost...amusing in a way. The way he said Reina would limp back to her master eventually. Who was that, really? She didn't have one. Not anymore. She was masterless. Wandering. Roaming. One could say Quinn was her master, though most of Reina's actions weren't because of the Eshan Queen. The jobs she did for the Sith would imply Darth Carnifex or Darth Prazutis were her masters, but that also wasn't quite right. Then came her association with the Mandalorians...All in all however, Reina was still a masterless warrior, going where the Force took her.

"Haven't placed a bounty in years? By the Spirit, you must be karking old. Come on Phobos. Ship's here"

Reina grinned to herself at that, as she hefted the corpse over her shoulder like a sack of freshly peeled potatoes, making her way over towards the ship as the Little Jawa co-pilot continued to rain hell with the blaster turret. She practically dumped the corpse on the floor as soon as they got in, and made her way over towards the controls to get the pair...or well Trio now, counting the Jawa, out of here.

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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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Phobos finally let the barrier drop and stumbled her way after Reina onto the ship. As she did, she closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore the sounds of anybody getting shot behind her. She barely made it inside before she collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling from the stress of darkside exposure. It was really her one true weakness, and she was powerless to stand against it. She moved to the side of the dead Nautolan that they had dragged along with them. Her gaze was soft. Sympathetic. Never before had Phobos been able to shed tears, but for the first time her mind overpowered her body and recreated something similar. Pools of green fire wicked out from below her eyes, streaked down her face, and evaporated into nothing.

Above, the Star Destroyer moved itself into position. A swarm of Vulture-class starfighters dropped out of its hangar and began their pursuit, numbering twenty in total. With their photo-receptors and proximity radars locked onto their newly assigned target, the droid ships moved in and began to open fire.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

"Damn clanking droids."

Reina muttered to herself, as she flicked various switches, focusing on getting to hyperspace, whilst N'Kek swivelled around in the blaster turret, firing away as much as he could.

"Jamming should be comin' online...Right...About...Now."

It wouldn't help them hide that well. The Vulture Droids already have a visual lock on them, but hopefully it would help to jam some weapons being sent their way, as the sensor dish swivelled to face the vulture droids where it could. She had never been much of a pilot if she was honest, but REina would be lying to herself if she said this wasn't fun. Space was like the ocean in a way. Fluid. Limitless. If you could go somewhere, you could. You just needed to know when it pull off the turns!

"N'Kek, shut up! I can't focus with all your bleeting."

The Jawa chittered away as Reina's...rather reckless piloting continued to twist and turn through space, flittering between blaster fire. Whilst it wasn't making her feel any motion sickness, it was safe to say that her little co-pilot still wasn't used to the Ersansyr's...piloting "skills"

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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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Phobos, in the back of the vessel, was far too distracted by what she felt to be bothered by the reckless flying. Her hands were drawn to the face of the dead man. How strange. She could tell that he wasn't someone she knew, but he reminded her of someone that she did. That wasn't right... Phobos didn't really know anybody. Not truly.

Her hands settled on the dead man's cheeks, and she peered into his mind.


"...your position as a driver makes you an inherently valuable informant. All you have to do is let us perform an... experiment on you."

"And you'll... you'll release my family?"

"Naturally. Themian's honor."


They lied. Why had the man said he had turned over his mind to feed his family? This made it seem like his family had been held hostage. Phobos winced as new voices filled her head.


"Astaria... are you certain you want to go to Tython? You said you felt... cold."

"I want to show the galaxy that we shouldn't be afraid. All those wounded from Ukatis that fought the Mandalorians for us... I want them to hear my voice. If my music can bring them any peace I have to go. Even if I feel... Nevermind. It will be fine, Del. I promise."

"Just don't push yourself too much..."


Was that... her voice? Astaria. Who was that? Phobos didn't get to linger on it for long. Her eyes drooped and her body grew weak. In a matter of moments she had slumped over, succumbing to the dark energy that had been looming around her. She was week and needed time to recover. Her unconscious body would lay unceremoniously on the floor beside the dead man, her fire extinguishing and becoming a thick cloud of wispy smoke.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

"N'Kek, check on our passenger. I've got these things dealt with. The living passenger. I mean...she doesn't look like she's alive, probably. But...y'know, look for the one that looks "unique"

Hopefully the Jawa would know what that meant, instead of trying to check on the Nautolan. Reina didn't have any clue what was going on within Phobos' psyche. For the Ersansyr, the dark side didn't have as much of an impact on her anymore. It made her feel sick. It made her head spiral, but it didn't cause her to lose focus anymore, as she twisted and rolled through space, working on trying to put in some hyperspace coordinates, even as lasers soared through the endless void.

A series of chittering came from behind Reina, as Burru came across Phobos and the Nautolan corpse. The Jawa had plenty of questions of course...but considering Reina didn't understand the little guy, she wouldn't be able to answer it. She couldn't even respond to his chittering as the Jawa started running through the ship, grabbing whatever he could find to try and secure both the corpse and Phobos for the hyperspace trip.

"Less chittering, more working. Remember, you owe your life to me. If it weren't for me, that moisture farmer would have had you cooked for stealin' from him."

Sure, whilst Reina might not have been the most...graceful of Captains, Burru had stayed with the redhead for a reason. She gave him a job. It wasn't the safest of jobs, considering they were currently dodging laser fire, trying to escape from a murder of vulture droids, but hey. Credits were credits.

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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

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"Del... I promise..."

Phobos muttered as she was pulled about by the Jawa to a secure spot in preparation for a hyperspace jump. As she slept, not peacefully, a soft energy began to fill the ship. Then it grew and began to swell. A voice filled the minds of all who could perceive it, primarily Reina and the Jawa. It spoke in a booming baritone, deep as the sea and vast as the stars.

The little light is a being of great importance. She is a vessel of the Living Force, made to bring life where there is death. Take her away from corruption. The Bendu will see that your path impeded no longer.

Behind the vessel, a pod of Purrgil jumped out of hyperspace. There must have been fifty or so, all moving in loose formation. With a causal ease the beasts swam through the swarm of vulture droids and began to tear them apart, breaking their formation down entirely. Wherever they had come from, it seemed that they had arrived with the specific goal of aiding Phobos. There would be no further voice to offer explanation.

The only thing that was clear was the window to escape.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

As Phobos muttered, the Jawa tilted its head, glancing over towards Reina. Assuming that "Del" was some kind of alias the redhead had used, and proceeded to shake its head as Burru secured Phobos down. He didn't understand why Reina used so much aliases. Reina, Raini, Dawn. Now apparently "Del". It chittered away to itself, before proceeding to strap itself down into a chair.

That was when the pair both heard a voice in their heads. Burru's eyes flickering around all over the place underneath its hood in complete and utter confusion. It wasn't accustomed to the Force. Reina had saw no reason to explain it to the little guy. Meanwhile for Reina, her eyes squinted at the sound of the voice. She hated people in her head. Hated it with a burning passion, as her grip tightened around the controls, doing her best to control the frustration growing within her, as she pulled one hand off, pointing a finger to the sky as she shook it.

"Don't speak in my karking head! And I planned on taking her away from here in the first place!"

At the very least, the voice seemed to have sent these Purrgil. Fine by Reina, as she flicked various switches, preparing to jump into hyperspace. Where they would go? Only she knew. But she knew that once they arrived...Phobos would have a lot of answers to give Reina. And she supposed Reina would have answers to give Phobos...and Burru.

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[Phobos]

Daiyu
Tags: Reina Daival

"Don't speak in my karking head! And I planned on taking her away from here in the first place!"

Reina would receive no response. The voice, whatever it was, was far beyond the space inhabited by any of them. Beyond mortal existence, somewhere intertwined with spirits and phantoms. It would not offer any further words. Only the purrgils remained as sign of their influence.

As the vulture droids were torn apart behind them, Phobos' eyes remained shut. All she seemed to do is mutter more.

"Astaria..."

It was unclear if she would wake on her own. What was apparent, though, was how weak she had been left. Her body maintained it's form, but she still showed slow reformation where she had been shot by the blaster. Some grains of ash still fell from the 'wound' and littered the floor beside her. Her hands seemed to tremble, notably strange as they featured three fingers and an opposable thumb. Then again, she was strange for a humanoid being.

And, of course, just to add to the strangeness for the Jawa, she had no neck to be seen. Her head floated in place, suspended by an unseen force.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Phobos
Objective: Save an...old friend?
Outfit

What had Reina dragged Burru into? The Jawa rambled and raved at the fact that Phobos' head didn't have a neck. But of course, Reina didn't have any clue what his concern was. Instead her focus was on finding some kind of location to head to try and bring Phobos to for safety, with the Ersansyr mumbling out loud to herself.

"Taking her home to Corellia isn't a smart idea. Corellia's too close to the Empire Border...Can't rely on my Sith contacts to look after Phobos like I did with my family...Eshan? Maybe. But would Phobos' fire mix with the snow well? Kark, kark."

The redhead continued to try and rack her brain for some kind of location. The only option that came to her mind was Naboo. Whilst Reina wasn't entirely close to the Jedi anymore, and knew most would disapprove of her...employement methods, the Jedi Order there would be the best to take care of Phobos. Reina wasn't a healer. She never was and never would be. But there would be people on Naboo would possibly know how to help out the Ashspawn. So Reina punched in the details, before blasting off into hyperspace

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