Private Whaddya Mean What's the Plan?

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Cantina
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

He mentioned his upbringing around droids, and her eyes drifted between the little droid and him.

"This is the most experience I've had with droids honestly." She shrugged, the initial frown melting at the corners into a smile. "He's stubborn, but so am I."

Jr. continued along the mention of her dancing, and she couldn't help but grin.

"I'm no contortionist, but you'd be sore to find someone as flexible as I." Eyes dancing around them but deciding against showing off in the passing crowds in case she kicked someone. "I can show you after."

Tone falling between business and otherwise as Skid was lifted skyward with a wary warble before Skid chirped and sang while examining their surroundings.

The mention of being watched something that wasn't really news for her. But if someone felt the need to mention it, that usually meant pointed attention was being paid to them.

"We'll keep walking easy. Skid is decently protected, and small. So he can hide at least." She explained, keeping to the same cheery pace. "See if they play their hand or just wait."

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

Junior wasn't surprised that Lossa Darcuhl wasn't that well experienced with droids, he found that the opinions of those in the galaxy were mixed when it came to droids but he had always been taught to respect people's beliefs, unless of course those beliefs meant trampling on the beliefs of others.

When the mention of her demonstrating her flexibility came up Junior chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks reddened a bit. "Thanks...I'd think I'd like to see that very much." As he finished speaking the droid he was holding aloft chirped and sang about the heights he was now flying at.

"Can't say I've got much experience being short...even when I was a kid I was tall for my age, I blame it on my parents they're all very tall for their species' so yeah."

With her words about being watched spoken Junior nodded and leaned downward to gently place Skid back on the ground. It was lucky that he did so because as soon as he did a loud crack sounded and a whizzing noise came from where his chest had just been.

Reacting more on training and instinct than thought Junior quickly reached and grabbed Lossa by the wrist and pulled her into what at a glance he suspected was a abandoned dwelling by the look of it with its windows broken and door bent inwards, which of course crashed inwards as the young man put his full weight into it to cave it inwards to seek shelter.

Looking at Lossa he checked her quickly to make sure she wasn't hit or injured before standing, drawing his rifle and looking towards the door. "You happen to see where that shot came from? Wasn't a blaster...didn't smell any ozone trail, means it could be a disruptor or slugthrower..."

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

She couldn't help the cheshire grin that formed at his words. She didn't let the thought play out further in her mind, trying to focus on the little droid that seemed all too content to be even taller than she.

Jr. spoke of his family, and she could only nod at the information.

A quiet wonder about how they felt about him wandering about as he set Skid down. The smile changing to blank confusion at the swiftness with which the snap and whistling rang out. An intense and chilling crawl of anxiety through her core as Jr. carried the duo through a wall and into safety.

Skid warbled and screeched as the little droid did his best to make a difficult target.

A bit of debris and dust in the dark color of her hair as she twisted beneath him. Her eyes peering out into the lingering cloud behind them with a shake of her head.

"Barely any help there. But I don't think I heard it hit ground." The only bit of information she had.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

Junior would have had to been blind not to notice the grin that came to the face of Lossa Darcuhl when he mentioned see her...flexibility. His own mind had less restraint as certain thoughts came to his mind before they were quickly shaken away by the danger of the situation.

As he got off of top of her he brushed a little bit of drywall from her hair, a gesture if nothing else though one that did cross his mind slightly. When she mentioned that she hadn't heard it hit the ground Junior groaned and shook his head. "Great, that means a disruptor then. Definitely don't wanna get hit by one of those."

Looking around the young man looked for anything that could help them improve their situation. Nearby he spotted a small mirror, a few discarded durasteel struts and some stuff he could use as binding. Grabbing the materials he quickly fashioned it into a impromptu periscope before stepping over to the large hole in the wall they had made.

Sticking the periscope slightly out of the opening he slowly twisted it to and fro, trying to find the sniper or failing that at least getting them to shoot again and flush themself out. "Hey...starting looking around for anything that could be useful. Tools, materials, anything like that."

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

The gesture wasn't missed, but she didn't comment given the situation. Her eyes only hanging on him for a moment until he began to work on a way out. She groaned at the thought of a Disruptor bolt.

Dusting herself off before commenting. "Ugh. Troublemakers, and questionable weapons. Awesome." Her sigh a deep one as she glanced around.

Nothing stuck out immediately as she turned to him. They needed to find the origin. Then a plan could be made. Blinking as she scrunched her brow and knelt beside him.

"Give me a second. And keep watch. This will probably only work once." She flashed a wobbly smile, uncertain of if she could actually pull it off as she knelt and rested her hands on her lap.

With everything going on, she found it hard to focus. But in a sense that also made it easier.

Running the mental image of their surroundings through her mind a number of times in the seconds it took her to relax and regulate her breathing. A shimmering form of rudimentary colors similar to her fizzling into existence.

At a glance it looked like she was crouched, and ready to sprint. In reality, she hardly could picture herself and had given the Illusion broad strokes of similar-ish looks in hope.

A shaky thought made the Illusion see through briefly as she focused, and the Illusion regained some of its solidity.

"Re-ready?" When he gave the signal, she would imagine the Illusion into action. The crouched form darting out of the hole and across the way before zigging and zagging back down the path to draw out the shooter.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

When Lossa spoke he listened and turned around to watch her sit down and began to look like she was meditating. That was of course until he saw a mirror image of the woman beginning to take form. Well to call it a mirror image might have been a bit of a stretch, he could tell this type of force power was not exactly comfortable for her.

Deciding to help her he kneeled down with her and said placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a firm and reassuring squeeze before he began initiating something he had only tried with family members, in particular his twin sister, a force meld. Channeling the force through and from him and into Lossa Darcuhl and to both help better form the illusion and help her weather the strain.

With this done he shifted his view back to the makeshift periscope and looked into the mirror. “Ready!” As soon as he said this Lossa’s illusion darted forward and the sniper took the bait. Junior looked and saw the sniper, he/she/they were currently on the third story of a dilapidated apartment at the end of the street.

The sniper took a few shots at the illusion and as the bolts ripped through the illusion Junior chuckled imagining the frustration of them as their bolt seemed not to affect the faux-person. “You can stop Los, I see where they are. Third story, apartment building at the end of the street.” Junior hadn’t even noticed that he had user a nickname when referring to the woman.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

The mingling of their force powers bolstered the illusion, far more detailed and far less illusory than before as she settled into the feeling of sharing.

Initially fighting it before carefully joining him.

It was a strange sensation to be sure, and her strain was far less for it. The image almost dancing now as the shots tried to connect and undoubtedly frustrating the shooter.

A guess since it would have made her howling mad.

The signal to stop opening her eyes as the image shimmered out of existence. Staying seated as she centered herself once more and found her balance.

"Third story? Not a bad position." She didn't comment on the nickname, instead grinning at him before pulling her jacket off and grimacing.

"Suppose this will have to do." Wadding the jacket up in a hand as she scooted closer to the entrance.

"You make a run for the building. I'll draw their attention." She nodded to him, drawing on the now familiar feeling and generating another illusory image.

This time something similar to him formed, and she paused to glance towards the building without looking out.

A single thumbs up with a shake of her head before she and the illusory image bolted from cover.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

As the two young adults melded there was a sharing of Force energy but also of feelings and emotions as much as Junior attempted to tamp down on it. He had felt the resistance from Lossa Darcuhl and had sent gentle and reassuring calming waves over the meld to her.

Stepping back from Lossa, the young man rolled his neck in a attempt to alleviate the sudden stiffness that came over his neck. He had been somewhat use to melding with his twin, having shared the same womb had made it easy to connect to her, but connecting to what was basically a stranger had been a much...different experience, not necessarily bad but different.

As he relaxed from the meld he listened to her plan and nodded. It was a sound plan and was the most sensible in the situation. Lossa was the faster of the two so it made sense she would be the distraction but a sense of unease spread through the young man at the thought of her getting hurt. Pushing this thought out of his mind he simply nodded at her. "Good of a plan as any. I got a smoke grenade on my belt...I'll toss it, should give you a little more cover."

Pulling said grenade off the back of his belt he pulled the pin, released the safety spoon and threw it into the street. Almost as soon as it entered the street the sniper began firing haphazardly at the movement. "Damn, jittery bastard huh?"

An eyebrow was raised when Lossa this time made a version of himself but shrugged, it made more sense to use both of them to better split the snipers attention. He chuckled at the thumbs up and watched her dart out into the street, that feeling of unease settling in his gut as he observed her. Less than a second after her and his doppleganger exited Junior did so too running full tilt towards the apartment building.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

The bond formed, plan shared, the wheels began to spin. The grenade skittered into the street along with some crack shots at the thing that made the Zeltron giggle like a mad woman.

A grin appearing as she shook her head.

"Better that than otherwise." The only words to escape her mouth as the smoke rolled.

His illusory form bolting across the way to another building. Slower than her form as she shared the force speed that welled in her legs. Muscles tightening at the enhancement as she wondered about the state of the ground beneath her.

The wind whipped at her face, building a blur as she closed her mouth and remembered the old game she'd played in her childhood.

Hospital kids doing what they could for games.

She held her breath, the tingle of power keeping the air in her system with a bit more ease as she pushed into the smoke with abandon. The bright flash of yellow passing overhead. The zing of fear pushing adrenaline on top of the force power that flowed through her legs.

The same slipping through Noah's as she cleared the smoke and only had a few more lengthy bounds till the apartment in question.

A sound from above of surprise drawing a quick peek from her as she spied a barrel emerging from the window.

"Stoopa." The sudden burn of her lungs as she breathed out and felt the force expel with it as she pushed her torso forward in an awkward start to a cartwheel.

Jacket lobbed upward as a yellow bolt sang and struck the black spiked jacket.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

Junior listened to Lossa's giggling as a grin curled the corner of his mouth upwards. He found her giggling to be...delighting. His home growing up had been filled with smiles and laughter but for some reason he found that of Lossa Darcuhl to be different than that of his family but different in a good way.

He waited a few seconds until Lossa and his illusion had darted into the street and gathered the attention of the sniper before he himself darted outwards into the street, legs carrying him forward, feeling the power shifted into them from the continuing meld between him and Lossa. It was about a good forty meter dash from their hiding spot to the front door of the apartment building and the man made it to the door in just under five seconds.

Pressing his back into the door frame he reached and opened the door, rifle brought to bear as he looked down the sights to observe the entrance hallway. It was a good twenty meters long with about five doors on each side of the hallway before a rose to the second floor at the end of the hall. Keeping his rifle shouldered he walked slowly into the building.

As he cleared the first floor of the building his father's words about room clearing came to mind. 'Watch your corners. Avoid any fatal funnels. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.' The words filtered into his mind as he finally made it to the stairs, rifle sweeping upwards toward the second floor landing and satisfied that it was clearing he made his way up the stairs, clearing the second floor landing and making his way to the third.

As he peaked the stairs and came onto the third floors landing he gingerly poked his head up to make sure the coast was clear and once satisfied it was he broached the landing and began moving. Sifting back through his memories he got a pretty good idea of where the sniper was as he trudged up to the door, of course the sound of the disuptor rifle being fired was a good indication.

Stepping up the door he reached for his belt and secured a small explosive charge, placed it against the door, checked the connection to the detonator he also withdrew and took a deep breath before setting the charge off.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

She cartwheeled down the street, the jacket fizzling out of existence within an instant as dust barely formed.

Hands almost slipping across the ground with how much momentum she had built up in her run. Nearing a blur as she heard the curse from overhead. Another odd snap of energy reaching elsewhere as anger filled the air once more.

This time hitting the illusory image as it flickered out of existence with her thoughts now focused on trying not to end up cartwheeling once more.

She was losing street quickly, body twisting as she tried to get her footing and was fairly certain she'd have to get new boots when she stopped skidding across the broken fragments of the pavement.

Eyes darting up to see the rifle drawn back inside partly, aimed down and a hand fiddling just inside the window.

"Perf." She hissed, angling to start running once more until the window became a small sun. The sudden light from behind the figure pushing them into the window frame and making them drop the rifle.

Her face contorted as she watched it fall, now scampering out of the street to avoid any potential misfire.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G
Lossa Darcuhl

Almost as soon as the door exploded inward Junior swept into the room, rifle raised and ready to take care of the sniper no matter what, even if that meant killing the person behind the rifle. As he entered he observed the room to find his target, and raised an eyebrow when he couldn't find them, that was at least until the target found him as Junior was tackled from behind, his rifle skittering across the floor and out the window along the snipers.

Junior quickly rolled and bucked the person off of him, continuing the roll he reached and drew his pistol from its holster but this too he was quickly relieved of by a swift kick, the weapon skittering into the opposite room. Growling he blocked another kick from the assailant and locked his hands around his ankle and pulled the person down, a male Zabrak now that Junior finally got a good look at him.

With the man now splayed on his back Junior drew his blade in a reverse grip and charged forward. He didn't charge for too long however as the Zabrak ducked under him, grabbed him around the waist and picked him up. It took a fraction of a second for him to realize he was being forced towards the window, hoping to prevent that he drove his knife downward into the mans back but unfortunately the momentum was already carrying the both of them out the window and into the street below.

It only took them a few seconds to fall but in those few seconds Junior gained the upper hand and was able to turn them so the Zabrak was the one who hit the ground. Rolling of the man Junior stood to get back in the fight only to look down and see his knife was now protruding out of the front of the Zabrak and the man was obviously dead.

Groaning and heaving heavys breaths the young man looked around to try and find his companion. "Lo-Lossa?"

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

She hadn't been paying attention to the window as she heard the weapon clatter to the ground.

Hidden behind a corner for the moment as the sound of struggling floated in the air. There hadn't been another shooter it seemed, and she took her chance to dash across the street.

Stooping low and swiping the weapon from its spot as her steps stuttered. The sound of struggling grew louder and she grimaced before sliding inside the first floor of the building. Hands wrapped around the whole weapon as she listened.

The quiet lasting only moments before a loud thud and crunch broke the silence.

Wincing, worry lancing her as she wondered if it had been Noah thrown from the window above before he called out. The drain of anxiety plain as her shoulders sagged, the disruptor clattering on the floor.

"Over here." Voice coming from the doorway before she appeared in it. Eyes widening at the sight of the Zabrak on the ground.

Anxiety rushing back once more as she looked him over, half frozen in place.

"Are you. Hurt?"

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

Junior took deep and heavy breaths as he stood in the footpath, his chest heaving up and down as the adrenaline from the situation began to wear off and everything became a lot more clearer. He suddenly found a metallic taste permeating his mouth to which he spit out hesitant to see if he had blood in his mouth. Finding that his saliva wasn't red or even red adjacent he remembered his parents words about how during battle they often found this taste in their mouth, it was the after effect of an adrenaline rush.

Smiling at Lossa Darcuhl as she rounded the corner he gave her a thumbs up when she asked if he was okay, only to wince as a lance of pain shot up his shoulder causing him to stumble backwards and groan. Reaching back he swiped at his shoulder, another pang of pain running down his back from the motion. Bringing his hand up to his face he found his fingers now red with blood, not too much to be overly concerned but enough to recognized he had been injured.

Turning his head towards the source of the miscomfort his eyes widened at it, a good six inch shard of glass jutting out just below his shoulder blade. He stared at the offending object for a few seconds before looking back toward Lossa. "Well...I might have spoke too soon." Stepping backwards he leaned against a nearby support column for the building and with his opposite arm towards his utility belt, withdrawing a medkit.

Pulling out a few items he sat them down on the stoop of the building before reaching back to try and treat his wound, only for the pain to shoot into him again. Groaning he slumped against the column before looking at Lossa sheepishly. "You...you mind helping?"

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

Relief was the first emotion as her own adrenaline began to sink. His self examination at first a good sign until he winced at raising an arm.

Her hands stretched out and steps quick to have him stop until he pulled a medkit out of a pouch and settled into a spot.

Stepping close enough to see the wound. She grimaced and clicked her tongue at the sight. Gaze moving back to him as he asked for assistance. The grimace turning to a slightly less downward frown.

"I'll do what I can." What she'd gleaned from her own time in hospitals was lacking, but she clapped her hands together before spreading the medkit out on a decently clean spot beside them.

Taking care to leave the bangades in the kit as she peeled back his shirt and tried to work it around the shard.

"This'll hurt." Her only warning as she peeled the shirt over the shard, pushing on his shoulder and revealing the trail down his back.

"Bleh." Her only comment as she pulled a glove from the kit and wrapped it around the shard carefully. Preparing a packet that mentioned coagulation on the label as she turned to him. "This'll also hurt."

Waiting a second for him to do as he needed to prepare before holding onto the shard and pulling it free.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

As he leaned against the support column he tried pawing at the shard in his shoulder, his efforts only gaining him pain and causing him to admit a low groaning as said pain was shot up and down his side as the glass worked its way deeper into his shoulder despite his intentions to be the opposite.

He heard the shuffling and moving of Lossa Darcuhl came to view the wound, chuckling as she clicked her tongue as he turned his head with a grin. "It ain't the worst thing I've ever seen. My aunt is a trauma doctor and I told my parents I wanted to join the army so my moms sent me with her to work one day...they weren't happy when I still hadn't changed my mind."

When she told him it would hurt he had expected a small sting of pain not the roaring inferno of needles that split down his side as his shirt brushed against the shard. Gritting his teeth he used his free hand to remove his shirt, revealing the blast vest he wore beneath of which he unclipped leaving him in a simple white undershirt, the upper portion now stained red.

He chuckled at her only comment before hearing her informing him of the impending pain again. Rolling and bunching the hem of his undershirt into his hand he stuck it into his mouth and bit down to stem the tide of pain that was coming. Despite his preparations to guard against the pain he loud out a rather loud yelp and punched his free hand against the wall. "HOLY CHIT!"

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

He struggled to fix it himself before she intervened.

And was plainly failing at doing so with the wincing and groaning he was doing. The clawing at the shard making it clear it was just out of reach as she worked. With his help, she eventually got down to just a shirt as he yelled and punched through the bite he had.

"Not the worst reaction I've seen." Her only comment about him as she bunched the shirt up and pulled it to his neck.

"I guess I'm surprised you got hurt." Examining the spot on his shoulder before pulling a cleaning wipe free and carefully swiping away at the wound to better see.

"Here comes the coagulant." Another warning before she sprinkled coagulant across the spot, eventually using the whole packet before tossing it into a growing pile of debris beside them.

The slight bubbling giving way to a slowly forming skin of forced clotting.

"Can bandage it up when it settles proper, but uh. It's probably gonna rip open again." A frown appearing as she leaned forward to see his face. "You need some water or anything?"

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Belt and Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

Junior groaned and panted as his forehead leaned forward against the wall, letting the pain roll over and off of him once the offending shard was pulled from the wound. Despite the pain he chuckled at her words to his reaction before giving a slight shake of his head. "Growing up in my house there was a lot of cuts, scrapes, breaks and sprains. Learned how to take pain at a good age. Though it did piss my parents off a lot that me and my siblings got hurt that much."

He flinched when he felt the cleaning wipe travel over the wound, even the gentleness of Lossa Darcuhl causing him a slight bit of pain. When she mentioned him being hurt he shrugged, a bad idea as pain lanced from the wound. "If getting a little stab wound from glass is the only injury from falling three stories than I'd say I'm pretty damn lucky."

Before she poured the coagulant onto the wound he decide to give her some more space to work and carefully took the bunched up undershirt and slid it over his shoulder and off of his head, now standing with Lossa and bare from the waist up. Junior's torso was rather defined, not rippling with muscle or stacked, somewhat like his father, but one could clearly see that the young man worked out and kept his body in good shape.

He let out a hiss as he felt he coagulant begin to bubble as the chemical burned every so slightly as it began to clot the wound closed. He turned his head and a small blush came over his cheeks when the young woman was suddenly so close and he smiled sheepishly at her question. "I would say no to a drink of water..."

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Seswenna-Old Imperial Facility, Footpath
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Hidden Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Plastoid Shingaurds, Concealed Sling Bag
Ship: The Buzzard, with V-2 Minimech 'Skid'
Tags: Noah Corek Jr.

His explanation of a childhood wrought with the apparently typical signs of growing up didn't make her pause. Even if her thoughts were elsewhere as he spoke.

That's what a typical childhood is like? Or just Mando's?

A slight pang of sorrow at her own situation as he continued, making her grin as she looked up the building with a slight nod.

"Yeah. I'd say you got the better end of the deal on that one." She chuckled, though her worry was still focused on the wound opening again.

His expression shifting to embarrassment as he realized how close they were.

A grin appearing on her face as a brow sharply rose in silent challenge before his request was made.

"Give me a second." A final check to make sure the clot was properly forming before her hands brushed along his shoulders and down to her hip.

The canteen unhooked and offered as she gave him another up-down look.

"Doesn't hurt you keep in shape with that fall."

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Equipment: Lightsaber and Shoto, 1x Combat Knife, 1x Ad'ika Pistol, 1x Atin Assault Rifle, Combat/Utility Beltand Blast Vest (Hidden Under Clothes)
Ship: ST-70 class Razor Crest M-12G

Lossa Darcuhl

He had felt the small pang of sorrow that came through the lingering meld the two of them had experienced and had decided internally to not mention his family or upbringing any time soon, he had been among his family for so long that he sometimes didn’t remember that people had grown up differently than him.

Junior’s let his shoulder sag as he felt the stinging sensation from the coagulant subside as the chemical reaction ceased. He chuckled as he cocked his head towards the dead Zabrak laying in the street. “Yeah I’d say he would agree to that sentiment as well.”

A small blush was on his face when her eyebrow rose, a challenge if he understood the intentions right. Deciding he was less embarrassed and more intrigued he shuffled an inch or two closer to her.

He let out a small shiver as he felt her fingers drifting over his shoulders, finding that he surprisingly liked the feeling. His head turn to her with a grin as the canteen was offered, unscrewing the cap, tipping the drink back to making show of taking a large swig and letting some of the water drip down the side of his mouth.

Reaching to wipe away the moisture from his face he grinned at the up and down look that she gave him. “Yeah, I’ve always been an active kind of person. Mentally and physically, need to exercise both the mind and the body to keep them in shape.”