Private Welding Friends Together

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen quickly looked over his datapad as he stepped around sparking welders and shouting mechanics. Repairs to the old girl were coming along swimmingly with just a couple more days before she was able to take to the skies once again. She still wouldn't be at full capacity and who knows how many malfunctions they would have trying to get the combination of new and old tech the Venator contained long enough to get it space bound.

It wasn't long before while inspecting the forming hanger bay that a young aide ran panting up to him. "Alor, Someone siad they wanted to meet you outside. They said their name was Gwyn. They won't move till they see you and we already are behind schedule so..." The Clone just let out a sigh and waved the aide off. "I'll deal with it and for the last time, no I will not change the paint scheme to save time" He sidestepped the man whose raised finger as he wanted to ask that exact question before going to solve this little predicament, leaving the curious aide in his wake. God, that man must be a force user.

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

C O P I N G​

"Oh! - Kriff!!"

She stumbled again. Falling to the cold, stone ground, she hissed beneath her buy'ce. She reached and grasped the nearby wall, standing shakily to her feet. She was still getting used to her new cybernetic leg, and it was difficult. Unable to face the reality still, she found the nearest outlet she could. She found it here.

She was holding datapads and blueprints with sketches, layouts, designs, and more. She was working on upgrading her ship, the Tauntaun, once again. Yet, she needed her early blueprints peer reviewed. Insistent on her path of failing denial, she had walked right up to Omen's workshop and was demanding a meeting. She totally was not engaging in escapism. The half Arkanian expirament winced as she looked back up to the front gates.

Omen had been one of her rescuers. She still needed to thank him too. But would he answer her?

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The Yard was busy with activity with the Clanless's Crew bolted-on panels, climbed in and out of access hatches, and dragging parts here and fro. A ramp on her side of the ship would lead up to a closed door. Slowly yet surely that durasteel door would open and reveal Omen walking down the ramp. Raising a hand in greeting, he would proceed down the ramp, wanting to know what the young one had in mind.

The Clone would remove his helmet and give the kid an easy smile. "I apologize for the mess but we are still working on making this hulk fully airworthy. Now I figure you aren't here to plead with me about how I should convenience Kranak going to AA meetings so how can I help you today Gwyn?"

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

E N G I N E E R I N G​

Gwyn finished scooping up her blueprints and stood up, looking to Omen's ship and smiling beneath her buy'ce. Despite it all, she could smile at what she saw.

"No need to apologize. This is exactly like home to me, actually."

She entered the ship, careful to avoid any equipment or wires sticking out or spiraled on the ground. Inside the ship, Gwyn looked around at the hulk of the vessel. "Is this a model from all the way back in the Clone Wars? That was such a long time ago! I really like what I'm seeing already. Sturdy and secure structure, proper wiring. It just needs upgraded to more modern standards, and this wall will probably need replaced. Looks a bit shabby right around here."

She lifted her leg and gave the improperly sealed on wall a kick. She grimaced, however, when the metal hit the metal of both her boot and her leg. She visibly recoiled, then turned and found a surface to place her devices upon. She finally removed her buy'ce. She opened her new eyes and sighed, looking down to the messy project table she had placed her stuff on.

"I actually came because I wanted some feedback from another ship engineer. I'm working on upgrading my own ship, and I wanted a second opinion on some of what I'm planning..."

She totally was not here to distract herself from her trauma via her favorite hobby. Not at all.

She placed her helmet onto the table with a soft thud, looking over to where Omen was.

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen chuckled at her starry-eyed look as she passed by him. "Glad I could bring home to you." He would follow her into the portside docking bay, trying hard not to laugh as she looked like a kid in a candy store. "It is. Thankfully the Republic back then turned out so many that atleast one was lost from their logs and they didn't take notice. Either that or they just couldn't find her. We are trying to upgrade everything but of course its taking more time than anticipated. Hell, we just fully reattached her nose where it had been split in two just yesterday." Ahh, labour shortages... Didn't you just love them?

The Clone would support her as her face contorted. "Please don't go around kicking things. The last thing I need is to tell Kranak you broke your foot on my ship. Plus there are still a lot of hazards we haven't cleaned out yet." As the girl spread out her plans, he would peer over them as she explained what she wanted. "Why don't you show me your design then and we will ask questions after."

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

(Check version 2/ Second Upgrade for the Tauntaun for the IC current model. Gwyn is working on bringing it to version 3/ Third Upgrade. Description of changes here.)

O N G O I N G - P R O J E C T​

Gwyneira pulled up a hologram of her ship, the Tauntaun. As the blue light flickered, Gwyn explained, "The Tauntaun and I go way back. I've been upgrading this baby for a long time now. Minor stuff here and there, y'know?"

She pointed to a hologram of the front facing laser canons and clicked them, bringing them into full view, "Maji Ironworks recently released some nicer laser canons than these basic models, so I'm going to be replacing that."

She then reached for another hologram and pulled it up. Several internal systems were highlighted, which she pointed to and explained, "Some improved sensers and aiming assistance. It's about time I finally added a system for if a fire starts. Another communications suit, a better life support system. And this sweet control system that I can't wait to try out! Not to mention-"

She opened a third hologram, which had a database on micro technology she was implementing, "-these breach repair systems for temporary fixes in battle. These tiny little droids fix things up until you can get to a repair bay. Cool, huh?"

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen leaned in and looked closely with curiosity at the courier. It certainly was a work of art. "If only Shai was as generous with her walkers as she was with her laser cannons..." Who knows what they could do on Panatha with actual dropable armor support at their back.

The Clone nodded along as she explained the small ship's internal systems. It seemed like a sound design with all the additions having the purporse of keeping you alive. Those were always worth it. "I see that you got a lot of your extras from Breshig. Shuklaar and his adopted daughter are good friends so I don't think he cheated you out of a better price."

Smirking at the tiny spiderlike droids, the Mereel would peer at their miniature welders with awe. "A very nice addition. I might have to buy some off you one of these days." Turning back to the pale young woman's face he would smile softly like a friend would. "So... is the only reason you came here to show off your designs or are you here for something else?"

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

T R A U M A​

Another reason for coming?

Gwyn had come to avoid her trauma, yes. She came to avoid all the misery she felt. She blinked, feeling nostalgia at the mention of Shuklaar having an adopted daughter. Yet, she felt pressure building up in her mind. Was the mere question of what she was doing that stressful?

Then, she realized that she was feeling physical pain. She saw heat signatures flare before her. She jerked away from Omen to avoid his, closing her eyes. Pain pounded in her forehead and eyes. Oh. One of these headaches again.

She leaned against the table as she began to shake. Hissing, she pressed a hand against her face and moaned in the pain. It was only getting worse too.

"I-I'm sorry. The headache-!"

She grimaced. This one was intense! As she struggled not to crumple to the floor, memories flashed before her eyes. The expiraments, the agony. She remembered being found in a test tube full of acid by her friends and family. Nothing to her, vulnerable and alone, with her scars of torture on full display in her helpless state. She remembered...

She had somehow fallen to the floor. Yes, she had fallen. Both hands on her head, she groaned apologies to Omen again and cursed her father.

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Well, this was a surprise... Omen frowned as Gwen bent herself over the table in obvious distress. It was clear that she was not over her experience before she was rescued. The only thing to do now solved the immediate problems and hope that they could help her in the long term.

As she fell to the floor, the clone would scoop her up into his arms and carry her to the ship's makeshift med bay, pushing aside any workmen that he needed to get there. "Get out of the way! We got wounded!"

Once they got into the medbay, he would quickly set her down on one of the several padded benches that dotted the infirmary. Taking his helmet off, his face would show all the concern that he held in his heart for both her and Kranak. "Gwyn... You need to see a specialist about this... Someone who can help you work through all the trama and leftover injures you have. And while you are at it, take Kranak with you. I'm tired of watching him so he doesn't kill himself..."

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

H E L P​

Gwyn continued to wince sharply at the pain as Omen moved her. She was more and more unaware of her surroundings and where Omen took her. He spoke. She only picked up some of what he had said. When the pain finally ebbed, she was able to stop gritting her teeth and speak.

"I got my leg back." She was only too stubborn, "I can figure out the headaches too. I'll be fine."

She finally stopped seeing in infrered vision, a massive relief. She was finally able to open her eyes and look at Omen. His concern was genuine, and it touched her.

The half Arkanian chuckled sadly, slumped in the bed bay, "A side effect of the expiraments are these karking headaches. I see in infrered at any random moment and suffer these Manda kriffed headaches." Another chuckle, "Just what I get for being an outcast, huh?"

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen sighed and rubbed his forehead as she spat back that she was alright. It looked like she certainly had fallen off the Kranak tree. "Gywn... This can't keep happening... We both know that... If you get into a fight like this, you know what will happen..."

Glancing into her milky white eyes for a moment while he tried to figure out what to do. He then went over to the supply cabinet and got out some headache meds that could knock an Acklay out. "These should help a little though they aren't a permanent solution. Plus I'm only giving you alittle because I don't you to get addicted to them. To solve this permanently, you are probably going to need surgery to get those nerve endings in your brain pinched off. Either that or pain inhibitors... "

As Gywn chuckled, Omen looked at her with as much seriousness as he can muster as he put a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Gywn, you aren't an outcast. If anything, you would be the enclave's princess if there was a position for you. Now, look at me for instance, I can't even have a decent conversation at a party without messing it up. The government wouldn't even listen to me if I had a megaphone and neither would anyone else. All I have is this ship and my bar for company while I age twice as fast. You at least have Kranak who loves you as his daughter. You have a lot to be thankful for. Remember that next time you say you are an outcast."

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

R O O T S​

Gwyn took the pain meds and swallowed them dry. As her head continued to pound, she tried to hold onto Omen's words. The Enclave's princess, huh? She never considered herself such a thing. Just another Foundling who happened to have close bonds to cling to. Those bonds though, Kranak as Omen had mentioned, were enough for her. She had yearned for love like that her whole life... Compared to her treatment before...

She chuckled. Still rubbing her forehead, she chuckled. The snicker resounded before she looked up to Omen with a wince. "You have no idea what my life was like before the Enclave..."

She closed her eyes, still wrestling with the pounding in her head. The infrered vision was gone, but she was struggling with the aftershocks of pain. "I'm only half Arkanian. I grew up in a poverty stricken ghetto in a world full of Arkanian elitists. Hybrids and offshots were good as dead. Even when I got into an academy, I was never able to make any friends or gain the approval of my teachers. I was publicly humiliated just because, was cheated out of better grades because they didn't want pure bloods to look bad, and I spent my entire life being told I was less than. My human mother never paid attention to me, she was too busy getting high. My Arkanian father disowned me."

She gritted her teeth as more recent memories traumatic memories, flashed in her mind. She clenched the medication container so hard, it crunched like a tin can. "And later, he found me, captured me, and used me as a lab rat!"

Gwyn tried to calm down. Placing the medicine container aside, she finally felt the headache receding as she looked up to Omen with a sad smile, "The Enclave was the first time I ever felt at home." Even then, my beloved was taken from me...

She sighed, slumping a bit. Then, she had to ask about something Omen had said, "Aging twice as fast? Are you an expirament too?"

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

"Kinda hard to know what your life was like when this is the first chat we had." The Clone had his back against the wall as he listened to her tale. She had quite the hard life indeed. "I'm sorry but both you and I know that all you can do about the past is talk about it like you are doing now. You can never make the trama go away... I know that personally." He had killed his own brother, his best friend. All he could do is bottle that memory up and never let it out lest Shai or anyone else use it against him.

Sensing Gwyn about to explode, he would come forward and place his hand on top of hers. "Save all that anger for the ones who deserve it. We will hunt them all down eventually. You have my word that I will make that happen if it's the last thing I do. As you said, we are your home, and we... I will do everything I can to help you."

Giving the girl a small smirk as he levitated the dented container off the side table. "You could say that... Remember that one conflict called the Clone Wars from 800 years ago, maybe in one of those colleges classes you are always boasting about? Well... I was in them... Long story short I was freeze-dried for centuries before two Silver Padawans thawed me out. And now I'm here." Hopefully, this information didn't blow the kid's mind already. He didn't need Kranak hunting around for a daughter that was brain dead.

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

L A B - R A T S​

Gwyn frowned sympathetically at Omen's story. She truly hated the history lessons of the clone armies in the academy. Further more, she hated the sickening ways the Arkanians praised the ingenuity of the whole blasted thing. One of the things early on that had given her the idea that she was not the problem growing up, though she had been too infatuated with gaining any kind of approval to dwell on it. Now, here she was, directly looking at a victim from the history books. She struggled a couple moments to wrap her head around it, but all the science added up. She softly sighed, placing her hand on his shoulder the way he had done earlier.

"I'm sorry." She genuinely spoke, "But at least you're in a better place now."

Being regarded as lesser than, a tool, and toyed with when one was a person just the same. That, that sickened her. She realized just how much she and Omen were on the same page. Both felt like rejects, and both were used by lab coats for some twisted purpose. Her heart went out to him.

"It's terrible, isn't it? Being nothing more than someone else's possession."

In this moment, she offered him a Mandalorian salute and gave him a determined look, "But you're your own now, vod. And you don't need to rely on the approval of your abusers anymore."

She then blinked before something struck her from her history books, coming back to her. "Wait- your inhibitor chip? Were you able to get it removed?"

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen just shrugged at Gwyn's sympathy. What was done was done and nothing could change that. "I mean... technically I was a government's possession but yeah, it sucks... Esspessialy when you are just used as pawns and meatshields in a much larger game. I guess the question is whether having actual orders to follow is better than actual freewill" It was a question that Omen had wanted to have answered for a while. At least back then he had a purpose. Now he was just floundering around trying to keep himself busy. Ah, hindsight... don't you love it?

The Clone chuckled as Gwen stuttered as she asked about his inhibitor chip. "Yes, I got it removed. Otherwise, I probably would have murdered a lot of the Silver Order by now. So yes, I'm a free man. The real question is about you though. Will you do the surgery?"

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

F E A R​

Surgery? Gwyneira gulped, remembering the agony of the lab. A trickle of sweat slipped down her forehead as she shuddered. She physically recoiled, looking down as she admitted, "I'm too scared."

She teared up, looking back up to Omen, "I don't want to be in another med bay again! I don't want the tubes, and the needles, and the injections, and the sharp utensils! It hurts! I just got out, I don't want to go back!"

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Hearing the young woman gulp, sweat and ultimatly tear up, he knew he pushed surgery too far. Gently taking her into his arms and rubbing up and down her back to soothe her, he would explain another way to help her. "It's okay Gywn... We can try to find a Jedi Healer that can help you. No needles or knives. In fact, I maybe already have someone in mind. Her name is Valery and she is a Jedi Master. She isn't a healing expert but if anyone can help you it is her."

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

F R I G H T​

That suggestion really did not help either.

The last time she sought aid from a Jedi, he had robbed her. The hug made her feel confined and trapped. She could not trust the Jedi. No, she could not. She squirmed, pulling away. Memories of being immobile on a medical table echoed in her mind as she looked away. "Jedi? No thanks..."

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen quickly pulled away when he notice Gywn's uncomfortableness. It seemed whatever he did, he just pushed her away more. Dealing with this issue was above his paygrade. He still decided to have one last crack at it. "Gwyn... you can't just kick this down the road and hope it gets better. You need to deal with this now before it gets worse and it will get worse. Eliz wouldn't want this quality of life for you, only your worst enemy would if that. But lets stop talking about this for now and maybe inspect the reactor. Can't fly this big lady without her working alright."

Helping Gywn to her feet, he would lead her into the pulsing engine room where workers scurried around, trying to keep the thing that just might blow them all to high heaven in check. "What do you think?"

Gwyneira Vizsla

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

K A R K​

The moment Eliz had been brought up, Gwyn felt a wave of emotions slamming into her. She missed him terribly, and she yearned for him evermore each passing day. She was bitter about his death, wondering how he could wish to die young when he could have spent his life with her. But oh, she missed him dreadfully. The void he left her in was immeasurable.

Left in silence from that entire comment Omen had made, she silent followed him to the reactor.

The reactor was incomplete, obviously, but it looked good. Knowledge in how these things worked allowed her to step in and look around, occasionally approaching a machine or panel and getting hands on with it.

"So far, so good. I don't see anything detrimental here."

She walked back to the center of the room and looked around again. Eliz was still on her mind, and so were Omen's words. Knowing Eliz, he most certainly would be doing everything he could to help Gwyn through this and get help. She reached up, hugging herself. She could imagine him holding her, lecturing her on not getting obsessive in avoidance, and prodding her to take care of her eyes. She sighed, closing her eyes to avoid her tears from falling. Why did he have to die! Why did he leave her!

Once again changing the topic externally, she gulped and looked over to Omen while keeping her cool, "I must say, resurrecting this old model is admirable. I'm sure she'll fly just as well as any modern ship when you're done with her."

She then reached up, tapping her finger on her chin as she inserted a personal preference, "Have you considered adding a cloaking device to this ship?"

Sergeant Omen