What I Am

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He paused for a second, hearing the sound of her voice. Almost as soon as she spoke Munin stopped thrashing about. "I.."

The information broker trailed off as he waved his hands in front of his face.

"Can't see." There was more than a little bit of panic in his voice. He wasn't sure if this was permanent, if he'd have to suffer like this forever. He frowned slightly, but then remembered what was going on, Spark's voice reminding him. "You...you have to help me."

Blindly he reached out towards her, fingers curling.

"I can't see a thing." He repeated the words with no small amount of fear.

What had happened?

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"It's okay." But would it be? "I'm here," she eased forward as he stopped thrashing. Didn't want another bruise on her face. Shadow beeped down the hall, impatiently. Gently, she took hold of Munin's hand, guiding the other on her arm.

"I've got you. Think you can stand?" Feet were curled beneath her, ready to push up with him. "I won't leave you," she whispered. It was a half truth. She wanted to get him safely on the ship. Away from here. Away from whoever was doing this.

She wanted to face whoever was doing this. #bringtheirshipdown #negotiatemaybe?

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin nodded. "We get out."

He said the words almost as if he knew what she was thinking. There was no way that either of them was going to stay behind. His arm clutching tightly around her told that story well enough.

"I have the sensor data." He told her. "It was routed to the ship."

That would be enough.

"We get out of here and then track it." There was a sternness to his voice as they began to walk through the hangar, Munin taking it slow as his vision slowly blurred back into being. The whiteness that had covered his eyes seemed to retreat slightly.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She felt that tightness in his arms, almost a clinging. Thin-lips frowned. She was good at running AND hiding. But she didn't like it when others were forced into it and NOT when she thought she might be able to make a difference. For once, at least, it wasn't her fault. These weren't sith. These weren't the ghosts of her past coming to collect. These were the ghosts of Munin's past.

Munin would feel the shift beneath his feet as they began going up the ramp of his ship. Shadow was already on-board with the supplies. It beeped and booped at them. Gangly-form hesitated just inside the ship, still holding onto Munin and guiding him.

"Are you sure? I-I could try to face them. I've brought down ships before. Stolen a battle-station once with the force. It's hard to explain," voice trailed off as she continued to lead him to the cockpit.

#BAtechnopath

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He looked at her with confusion, then recognition.

Munin knew that Spark was way out of his league, both in appearance, and skill. She could take over entire battlestations if she wanted to, while he...he could punch in a few keys on a datapad. She outclassed him to a ludicrous degree. There was no arguing that point, no way of having him be the bigger person. In these types of situations it would almost always be Spark rescuing him, not the other way around. Still...he frowned for a moment and then shook his head.

"No." He said quietly. "No. I know you can do it..."

He trailed off. "But I can't take the chance of losing you, Spark."

The Information Broker could still barely see, just shapes now, enough to actually walk a bit more steady but not enough to tell where he was going on his own.

"I just can't." There was desperation in his tone.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She led him gently to the co-pilot's seat, maneuvering him gently down. "You're in the cockpit - this is the co-pilot's seat. Right...yeah, you got it." He was seated but he didn't let go over her. She was practically sitting on his lap with the way she had to lean over him with his grip still tight.

"Okay," she said quietly. "I won't go." If he didn't want her to go, she wouldn't. #promises But if things started to get REALLY bad. If she had to step up even if he didn't want her to, then she'd re-evaluate. Right now though? They had a chance.

"Mun," she began again, voice still quiet, "You gotta let me go so I can fly."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He slowly sat himself down. "Okay."

Munin's fingers slipped from her.

A part of him didn't want to, that childish part that just wanted to hold onto his girlfriend during a time of crisis, but he managed it. His fingers loosened around her and reached towards the safety belts, the latches clicking into place a moment later. He let out a sigh.

"Head to the Southern Hemisphere." He told her. "There's an ion storm that will cloak us."

That would allow them to escape.

"Just avoid them, okay?" No need to fight. Not now.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"I'll do my best," she promised and slipped into the pilot's seat. Safety webbing wrapped around her shoulders and clicked into place. Shadow warbled down the hall. Taking a settling breath, her mind spread into the ship itself. She was a decent pilot. With a little bit of technometry on her side? The ship became like another appendage and she'd potentially give that racer Kurt Meyer a run for his creds.

#readholomagazinesinsparetime

Ship rumbled beneath them as the engines powered to life. Munin would feel the shift in pressure and angles, as she took them up and out. Speckled-gaze squinted out of the view port. She didn't see anything yet.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin felt the slight shifts of the ship beneath him, his fingers digging into the armrest of the chair. He couldn't help but feel a slight bit of panic fall into his chest, his breathing growing a bit more labored, his jaw setting. Spark was a decent pilot of course, not the best in the galaxy, but quite good.

Yet...he was blind.

He could see shapes and outlines, but everything else was still out of his grasp. The experience was utterly terrifying to him, his chest tightened a bit, his eyes closed. Seeing nothing at all was better than seeing odd blobs swooping towards them. "You can do it, sweetheart."

He said quietly, unable to keep some of the panic from his voice.

"Like flying in the combat sims." Something relateable.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

#mansplained

Teeth grit but it wasn't because of that. She saw it. A massive ship drop from the clouds like an awaiting predator. But they were faster. Reaching forward with the force, she began to jam their signals with her mind.

#strawberryjam

It would be just a moment, they were pushing out of range, anyway. Shadow warbled. "We'll be okay," she spoke quietly to Munin and the droid. They didn't need the ion storm with her exactly. But she went there anyway. Just in case.

If there were other force users working with whoever was after them, they would've sensed her by now. Lights flashed as they entered the storm. The ship gave a few lurches, making her stomach fly up to her throat.

"We're in the storm. Don't think they saw us."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin let out a breath that he had been holding since before they'd left the apartment.

A frown pulled at his lips, but it wasn't because of Spark's flying. Instead it was the thought of what they were leaving behind, the idea that the first home they'd shared together was now compromised. Munin shook his head slowly, trying to break the thought away and focus on the fact that they'd at least escaped. "You can head out of atmosphere."

He told her quietly.

"Jump us..." He trailed off and dug around his pocket, pulling out a datachip and offering it to Spark, or rather, trying to offer it to her. "Here."

Munin looked at the back of a chair, thinking it was Spark but still blind. "It's a safehouse in the core."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The slicer looked over, fingertips brushed against Munin's as she took the datachit. She squeezed his hand, taking a moment. "I know some places in alliance space, too. If we need them. We can always go to the Flying Nuna too."

She'd hid for half a year in that ship before. It was solid. #safe. If there was one thing she was good at besides getting captured, it was hiding. #lolol

She'd just never done it before WITH someone else. Besides their little apartment. She plugged in the datacard. Coordinates streamed to the nav computer. A light flashed on the cockpit panel, signaling that everything was good to go.

With a sudden jump, their ship disappeared into hyperspace.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"I think if we go to Alliance space I'd be in danger of being arrested." He told her quietly.

It wasn't like he had committed any violent crimes or something like that in the Alliance, but...there were some financial crimes he'd done. Mostly just skimming credits from bank accounts, not to mention slicing into half a dozen different Government organization databanks and...well some other stuff. He frowned for a moment, better to go to one of the neutral worlds in the core. They didn't particularly care if he did one thing or another as long as they weren't effected.

He let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Spark."

It was more than obvious that this was his fault. The Breach at the datacenter, the construction records that had been taken had lead whoever had attacked them right to their home. What was even more clear was that they had come for Munin himself.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"It's not your fault," finger unbuckled the crash webbing and she slowly knelt in front of the information broker. "I could've been just as much to blame. You knew how wanted I was when we started dating."

She took his hand and squeezed it.

"We'll get through this."

The ship lurched and she half fell into him.

#stumbles

"What about your sister? Will they be after her too?" Sandy brows scrunched in worry.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He frowned.

"Yeah." Undoubtedly. "But they won't find her. I think they used the breach to find where we were...the only thing that was stolen was construction records. I didn't think it was a big deal, but they must have traced some of the supplies I used when building the apartment."

He sighed. How could he have missed it?

"They'll know the location of some of our datacenters, but...nothing else." Huginn was currently on Point Nadir, working there quietly. No one could touch her there at the very least, mostly because it was the newest of their safehouses and hadn't exactly been built, just retrofit. He frowned for a moment.

Munin blinked a few times, his vision slowly returning as he reached up and rubbed his eyes.

"We..." He trailed off. "We have the sensor data."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Yes," she agreed quietly. "We do." Munin would miss the relief that flickered across her face about his sister. Good. One less person to worry about. She knew Mun would be devastated if anything happened...

She'd lost someone she considered a brother long ago. Thanks to the Sith. She still wasn't completely over that and she'd never be.

#sadface

Pulling away from Munin, she stepped over his leg and wandered toward the small galley. "I'm going to check on our supplies. We have a few hours until we land."

#solonghottub

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He felt his vision return somewhat more, eyes blinking over and over again.

"We'll get it back." He told her as she wandered back towards the end of the shuttle, his eyes following her.

"Build something new." Munin said with a smile. "First though."

He glanced towards the console. "First we find out who did this."

All of it.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"I'll be right there to help," she called. But the truth was? She wanted a moment alone to think. Counting the supplies was just an excuse. #introverttime Shadow warbled at the slicer as she knelt down in the galley. Hands began sifting through the food and her own pieces of clothing. Another bag was opened with her slicing equipment.

She took out her datapad and began searching images of the ship she'd seen. And there was a symbol on the hull. Birds or waves...maybe. The tip of her thumbnail went between her teeth as she chewed absently, hunched over the screen. And the near escape hit a little too close to home. Or maybe it was because a deeper part of her felt another presence stir within the galaxy that she hadn't felt in a long time.

#thedragon #[member="Carach"]

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

A part of him was worried, though in an odd way he felt more content.

Perhaps it was because he now knew that they had made their move, that they were coming after him and had played their hand. Now it was his turn. He could move how he liked, press the advantage and do as he pleased. A small smile perked at his lips as he pulled up the data on his terminal, eyes slowly flicking over the sensors data taken from the ships.

Most of it was useless, either marked for one thing or another, but something...something caught his eye.

Munin frowned slightly, slowly standing and blinking away the remaining blur within his vision. He read a few more lines, then slowly turned. "Spark!"

He called to her.

"Come here." This was it.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Coming!" Fingers sifted through some databanks on the darknet a moment longer, then she powered off her datapad, slipping it into her back pocket. Standing, she made her way back to the cockpit and was surprised to see Munin staring at a terminal.

"Hey...your eyes. What did you find?"

She patted Shadow's dome to nudge the droid out of the way as she came up to Munin's side. Thin-lips frowned as she peered at the terminal. It was clear whatever signal or command had come through their apartment had physically messed with Munin - made him collapse and #temporarily blind.

#creepy