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What once was lost...

"Jedi Jor-k-k-ul, stasis cycle comple-e-e-te."

The heavily fragmented and modulated voice is loud in the empty medical wing of the frigate Mercy, and it echoes for what seems like an abnormally long amount of time before it's travel is cut short by an equally obtrusive pop. A hiss enters the furthest hallway of the medbay, it's sound menacing and frightful in the otherwise silent ship. With another pop, a large cylinder in the bay pops open, it's door-like lid opening slowly until it's at a 90 degree angle with the rest of the device. A cold gunmetal grey, the frost on it's surface is evident until a pale hand suddenly emerges to grip the sides of the cylinder and smear the frozen condensation. With a gasp of air, the head and face of a young man barely 21 years of age is brought to life from his cold slumber. Overly animated for a man who's slept for so long, the young man reaches with his free hand to grip some imagined railing and falls forward, his body smacking against the cold plasteel deck of the Nebulon-B with a thud as the modulated voice returns. "Life signs nom-om-ominal."


Taking several long, greedy gasps of air before he moves, the young man crawls along the deck as the medical coverings over his groin provide little protection against the freezing air. Reaching a table and chair, he attempts to pull himself up into at least a sitting position when a sudden churning in his stomach causes him to double over and retch. Thick, green fluids erupt through his throat and pour from his mouth to the ground, causing the modulated voice to once again return, this time obviously annoyed. "Please in-g-gest the fluid. It c-c-contains needed proteins, minerals, vit-ta-tamins, and nutrients which help your b-body to replace what it's l-o-o-o-o-ost." Paying little heed to what he now recognizes as the voice of the on board medical droid MA-RQ, the man again attempts to climb into the chair. When he's finally successful, Corbin levels his eyes on the emitter located on the wall opposite of him. "Were we rescued," he says to the emitter, and he finds his voice to be raspy and words hard to form, "Or did we repair hyperdrive?" His tongue feels numb, his mind even more so. Looking down the banks of cylinders like his own, the young man notes each one has begun it's thawing stage. They were all waking up "I'm sorry, J-Jedi Jork-k-kul. You were not rescued and the hyperdrive system is still non-functioning. S-s-simply speaking, this dro-oi-oid is the last unit available and I am failing."

The young man's lips twist into a frown, and his body slumps into the chair. Well. That wasn't the news he wanted to hear. Turning his head again to the stasis chambers, Corbin idly wonders who will thaw next.
 
Not far from the pod that Corbin had just exited, another was already opening. Popping and hissing and the crackling of ice filled the silence, but the pod's occupant was obscured by a thick layer of frost. All at once a hand with long, thin fingers pressed palm-first through the fragile crystals of ice, followed by another. Those fingers curled, scraping frost in the paths of their nails, until at last they formed two fists, each of which feebly beat the transparisteel until at last the door to the pod swung open, its hinges stiff and almost unresponsive. The pod's occupant lifted one wiry leg and felt for some solid surface. With both arms clinging to the frozen door of the stasis chamber, the young Sith pressed her toes to the deck of the frigate, hesitantly adding the rest of her weight and releasing the door. Her modesty was protected only by two white garments, one wrapped around her chest and the other swaddling her pelvis, and the bright sterile white of the garments contrasted with the bright orange tint of her skin. Large green eyes searched, unfocused, from beneath thick fluttering lashes until at last they caught on the figure of a man seated nearby. With her arms wrapped around herself for some illusion of warmth, Seki changed her course to move toward him. With her eyes still refusing to focus, she had to move fairly close before recognition set in, and with it, however sluggishly, memory.

"You—!" The word was rough and raw, and Seki might have swallowed if her mouth wasn't so dry. A quiet cough caught her by surprise and she stifled it with her wrist. A wild-eyed glance behind her confirmed what she already knew: there were Jedi everywhere, though most of them still slept. The red lights on each chamber glowed menacingly, a reminder that each door would soon open and these Jedi would have her in their grasp once again.

It was with the desperation of a madwoman that Seki tore across the deck, stumbling over her uncooperative feet and nearly falling several times over, her objective plain as day. If she could override the system and keep the pods from thawing, she could deal with Jorkul alone. She fell upon the nearest terminal, her knees threatening to buckle under her, and with hot breaths on her fingers, she willed the knuckles to bend. "Override, override," she muttered, her voice so husky that she scarcely recognized it as her own.
 
Corbin watches the Sith girl scramble, her orange flesh far more than he wanted to see so early after waking up. Wrinkling his nose, he's by now realized that his weakened legs can't support his weight. When she gets to the controls, the young man's eyes nearly roll out of his head. "Don't waste your energy. The ship is failing, and without the command codes a prisoner can't authorize squat. MA-RQ, can you find the cat girl some clothes so I don't have to look at that..thing half nude anymore?"

Looking away from the Sith, he wonders how long it'll take for her to try and attack him. Oh that'll be a sight to behold: Two half-dead humanoids struggling to see who will pass out first. Shaking his head, the young Jedi Knight closes his eyes. "Just my luck. Of all the women I could've woken up next to, it had to be you."
 
She knew he was right; she'd known it even before he spoke. Some combination of her brain still waking up and pure desperation had convinced her that she ought to at least try, but the ship wasn't responding at all. At all. Large green eyes rose to meet frighteningly blue ones, and for the first time since their first encounter, Seki looked at Corbin with something in her eyes other than hatred. Fear.

"The ship is failing... Life support?" The question was reluctant; she wasn't sure she wanted the answer. A panel on the wall opened and dumped Seki's clothes unceremoniously onto the floor, then snapped shut again. "This isn't all of my things," she muttered, her brow puckered with anger. Still, at least she had clothes. Without bothering to so much as turn around for modesty's sake she stripped out of the medical garments and immediately dressed in her own clothes. Only when she was fully clothed and somewhat more steady on her feet did she return to where Jorkul sat. It wasn't that she didn't want to attack him, but he was much, much larger than her, and she was still weak from stasis. He could probably get access to weapons easily too, whereas she would have to use the Force alone. It wasn't worth dying for.

"Believe me, you're not my first choice either. What's your plan, Jedi?" she asked, the word spit with mockery. "Sit here and twiddle your thumbs until the oxygen runs out, or we all freeze to death?"
 
An eyebrow raises to the sky at her mockery, and he feigns a shrug back at her. His hands cross behind his head as he does his best to relax in the frozen medical bay. The others would wake up soon, and then maybe she'd shut up. Until then...hes stuck with her. Yaaaay. "Maybe. Or maybe we activate our distress beacon and see who comes? You have any better ideas, m'lady?"

Crossing a leg over the other, Corbin regards the tiny Sith woman in front of him with disdain. Through his mind flashes everything that happened the past few days, and-...and he realizes it hasn't been a few days. It couldn't have been...not if the Droids were all shutting down. Now he calls to the emitter again, this time with a shred of panic in his voice. "How long have we been in stasis?" Slowly, and degrading as it answers, the Droid replies with a matter of fact "Approximately 700 Galac-ac-actic standard."
 
"You mean to tell me that activating the beacon wasn't the first thing you idiots did?" Seki rolled her eyes and sat on the chair next to his in order to pull on her boots. It was far too cold to be walking around barefoot, especially when someone had emptied his stomach contents on the floor. Perhaps because her mind was still foggy with sleep, Seki hadn't even thought to wonder about the time that had passed. She held her breath as he asked the question, hoping that she hadn't been gone for very long. Roz would not be forgiving or understanding, and he wouldn't trust an apprentice who had spent too long in the company of Jedi and come back alive. Her face was already paling to an almost peach color at the thought, but when the droid's voice answered, she swayed violently and had to grip the table to keep from falling out of the chair. White-knuckled, she turned round eyes to Corbin, her head shaking slowly. Maybe she had misheard. Maybe her mind was still recovering from the long nap. Maybe...

"Seven hundred..."
 
"All is as the Force wills it. All we need to do next is let it guide our actions. We will get out of this mess, yet." A raspy, dehydrated voice says from the stasis area. He had been coming towards the two as the droid was delivering it's life shattering news but Cassus..didn't seem too bothered by it. Instead, his fingers clutched the odd gems dangling from his neck, muttering something before looking to the two of them, coughing slightly before speaking again. "Trust in the Force and all will be well. There is no need to reignite the war that has surely by now been settled for centuries."

The older Jedi seemed to be barely more than some derelict. If it hadn't been for the lightsaber hanging from his hip it would of been even easier to mistake him for one. His clothes were filthy and barely more than rags hanging off his tall, athletic frame. His hair and skin were dirty, covered in soot and grime but he seemed bothered not one bit by it.
 
"That's...not possible..." His swagger and arrogance vanishes in an instant before the new voice cuts any doubt from his brain. Rising to his feet shakily, the Jedi Knight bows his head to the venerated Jedi Master, not forgetting his manners even in the face of crisis. "Master Cassus, it's not possible. It can't be possible, not this far. Our stasis pods couldn't have lasted that long. There has to be some mistake. If we activate the distress beacon..." Turning to look at Seki, he finds himself suddenly looking in a strange new place for reassurance.
 
Her head spun around at the sound of another, and by instinct her hand flew to her hip, fingers closing around thin air where her saber usually hung. Of the two, she knew Corbin better. He might be a self-important Jedi bastard, but he wouldn't attack her while her back was turned. As the older Jedi came closer, she kept her gaze on him, not an ounce of trust in her eyes. "Trust in the Force? The Force is a tool. Did you trust in the Force to get us out of stasis before everyone we'd ever known was dead?" The comment on the war she didn't respond to. He was likely right, but the Jedi had been her enemies since childhood, always coming after her and seeking to kill her or destroy her way of life. How could she simply decide that they were no longer a threat simply because the war had likely been long forgotten?

Turning to Corbin, she gave a firm nod. He was right. "The droids are failing. The ship is failing. We can't trust that thing to be accurate. For all we know it's been only a year, and the proton torpedoes scrambled the droids."
 
Cassus kind of just waved Corbin off when he started in with all that bowing stuff. He was never used to it before, and it kind of just made his skin crawl. "Nah, no need for any of the formalities just go have a seat. You're as much of a Jedi Master as me. The Force did indeed bring us to this point for a reason. Whether we're alive one or seven hundred years in the future. The Force wants us alive, at least for now. No need for any of us to kill each other. Not yet, anyway." He had looked to Seki when he said that last part, resting his hands on his knees, sitting on a crate or a particularly comfortable looking broken droid. After he got done wiith that lengthy rant, though, the old man would dig around in side his robe, unzipping a small pouch and tossing out what were pretty much Star Wars MRE snacks. Granola bars and shit, packets of space trail mix. "Have a snack, relax. It's not like we're going anywhere anway. For now, at least."
 
Corbin's eyes swivel between Seki and the Jedi Master as he slowly sinks down into a medical cot, his eyes lowering to the plasteel deck as he tries to wrap his mind around everything that's just happened. With another eye towards Seki, his head falls into his hands as he shuts his eyes tightly. This was a dream, no, a nightmare. It had to be. There was no way this was real.

When Cassus mentions a snack, the Jedi Knight reaches a shaky hand to a crate, pushing the lid off and pulling a nutrient pack from the pile inside. Opening it, he places the tube against his lips and takes a sip. Yuck. "We can't survive on nutrient and rehydration packs for very long."
 
Seki eyed the Master warily. She didn't trust Jedi to begin with, but she certainly didn't trust this new man she'd seen only once before being forced into a stasis chamber. Despite the animosity she'd shared with Corbin only minutes before, she stood and made her way toward him, and toward the crate. "You're an doddering old fool. Keep your Jedi platitudes to yourself, old man." Reaching into the crate, she wrapped her hand around one of the packs of nutrient paste. "No. We can't. We either figure out a way to repair this vessel or we all die."
 
As if it was some sort of twisted joke the next pop and hiss that filled the medical bay the three were occupying would release the ship's Engineer from stasis. It didn't matter if this wasn't her first time coming out of stasis, either. She was affected all the same. Weak hands finding the edges of the chamber and holding on for dear life as she lifted her scantily clad form from the pod. There was the briefest of silences as she carefully placed exposed feet on the frigid floor of in front of her stasis pod. The silence didn't last as her hazy gaze took in her surroundings and not far off from her pod was the half-frozen and half-decomposed corpse of what was once her mentor. This sight caused the girl to fall to her knees and empty what little was in her stomach much like Corbin had done not too long before. The sound of dry heaving filled the air for a moment or so before she wiped her mouth on the back of her arm and climbed feebly to her feet.

She'd approach them slowly though they were all strangers to her and she was likely just the same to her. She was too busy waking and retching to overhear their conversation so she would set her gaze upon the one nearest her before croaking out the first words she's spoke in the last 700+ years. "How long?" She said as her arms snaked around herself for warmth in the room that was, clearly, operating at minimal levels to preserve what little power they had left.
 
"A long while." The Jedi Master would say to Drexia when she approached, the man tearing into a packet of eons old freeze dried Granola, making a face at first before shrugging his shoulders and continuing to eat it. "This bucket is bound to have spare parts. These things were meant to go for long periods without resupply. There has to be enough spare parts on board to at least let us limp to the closest world." He said in between mouthfuls of Granola, eyes sshifting from Corbin, Seki, and finally resting on Drexia. "Lets get to Engineering, as quickly as possible."
 
What was this? She wondered. The deep sleep she had been in since an explosion ripped through the hull of her ship. Ringing darkness and then nothing. The world ceased to exist for the Shard, but she could feel. She could feel the force and feel the pull of energy around her, but there was no feedback. For once she felt so empty and alone in the housing of the HRD. Thankfully she'd never know what happened to the body of the droid that she grew attached to and called her own. Maybe she would be thankful for it, maybe she would be thankful for the man that repaired her. His craft was perfect, his notice of detail with her synthskin immaculate.

From her stasis pod her eyes opened, a flare of force rippling through the HRD's body. My body. My body isn't moving. It's cold. Where am I. Is this the death the Scientist told me of? She let panic flow through her as she ripped her hand from the secure cuffs and put a fist through the stasis pod glass with a shattering sound. The pod hissed open, she had no need to be in here, why was she?! With some struggle the droid pulled herself out of the pod, her foot caught the lip and with wobbly joints she fell to her knees. "Where am I?!" She asked with a hoarse croaking nearly broken digital voice. Her large saucer like blue eyes looked about the others who were around, slowly she tried to get to her feet, only did she realize then that she was not in the clothing she had remembered wearing. Tattered earthen drab clothing replaced with white sterile looking bandages that covered her chest and hips. She was a tall thin looking thing, almost frail in some ways, especially now given the lance of fear that struck through her very core. Her chest rose and fell, her droid body reading the fear and strain from the core.
 
Well, this was all so very strange. More pods open and Corbin knows that he should help the other women out. They weren't Sith. They'd both been on Ossus when it was attacked, both had been at least acquaintances of his. However, he finds his eyes locked on Seki like a predator, as she moves to take a nutrient pack from the case next to him. His nostrils flare, and with strength he didn't think he had left he's leaping at her. His aim is to grab her, but he finds his legs still rather unresponsive and they collapse from underneath him...but not before his hands are wrapped around the Sith's neck and trying to drag her to the ground with him. "This is YOUR fault! You attacked us, you slaughtered our people, YOU DID THIS! I'll kill you...I'll KILL YOU!" His eyes would never leave hers, and Corbin can feel nothing but cruel hatred for the Sith girl. All Jedi teachings are forgotten in this moment of crisis...he doesn't have the experience to deal with a shock like this.

Rather abruptly, however, his fingers would release from her throat. As quick as he had exploded, the young man seems to have collected himself. Looking back to Cassus, Corbin quickly shoves himself off the Sith as if he'd been scolded, and his shaky legs carry him towards Drexia. "Are...you alright? I can help..." How quickly an attitude can change when one feels embarrassed.
 
The Sith had turned to look at the source of the new voice, and all at once the nutrient pack went flying as she was tackled, her head bouncing off of the plasteel floor, and Corbin was on top of her as he squeezed the life out of her with both his hands. The feeling of panic, of not knowing whether she would ever be able to draw another breath, was a familiar one to Seki. If there was one thing Roz did well, it was draw her fear out of her like a constant source of fuel to feed her power. Fear was a boost of energy that invariably strengthened her abilities, but whereas Corbin suddenly found his strength, Seki's was momentarily lost. Her mind was still slow to respond, even her reflexes slowed by her centuries-long nap. She stared up at the face of her enemy twisted in a mask of pure hatred, and it was as though she was a child again, frozen in fear as Drago Roz held her aloft with an invisible grip around her neck. Her large eyes flickered between terror and confusion before they lost focus on him. Lips parted as the edges of Seki's vision turned dark...

And then the weight of his body was gone and she could feel the vitality returning to her in a sudden rush, accompanied by a brief fit of vertigo that made the ship spiral around her. Rolling over, she pushed herself up on her forearms as coughing wracked her tiny body, and then a jet of thick green fluid spilled from her lips and onto the deck. Two of the same sort of puddle, and no droids to clean them. Seki fell back squarely onto her bottom and drew several deep, deep breaths.

"Your anger gives you strength. Strength like that is wasted with the Jedi," she called out, her voice thick and raspy. Turning an exhausted glare toward Drexia, she scoffed dismissively at Cassus's answer. "Seven hundred years. Everyone you've ever met is dead, and soon we will be, too." The Sith pushed herself back against the crate and leaned her aching head against the cool metal as she caught her breath.
 
He watched the scene unfold, the rage gaining control of Corbin as he throttled the young Sith sending out the dark ripples through the Force that sent a shudder down his spine. When the situation resolved itself without him having to intervene, Cassus would get back onto his feet and move to the center of the room. "Now that we have that out of the way, is there ANY way we can pull up a map of this place? The fact of the matter is we're going to have to go together to see what the state of the rest of the ship is. Whether or not we have a way to get us anywhere. We can't start succumbing to our fears now, or else yeah, we're all going to die."

When he heard Rika croak out her question, he would of cocked his head to her, not having heard her get out of the tube due to all the ruckus Corbin had caused. Letting out a sigh, he'd wave for the new woman to come join them in their comiseration. "We're adrift in space, the ship has failed for an as-yet to be determined amount of time. It's been a while, and we need to figure out a way to get to safety. Would you care to help?"
 
The argument and scuffle left the Shard staring at the group for a long hard moment. The waves in the force made her cock her head to the side in an inquisitive sort of way. Her fingers twitched as if she might be reaching for something but when her fingers touched her bare thigh, she realized once more that she was not wearing her clothing she remembered having on. This was a strange lot of people to be stuck with, but of all the people here she was confident she could help them should the need arise.

Or. Or. Rika corrects her line of thought. They will die if the systems fail and you will be alive out of all of them. Meaty people do not survive long in the confines of a listing ship, they will eat each other.

That wasn't a good thought.

She tries to figure out what's going on, Cassus words help her in the end, her brows furrow in confusion and mixed curiosity. "I can help yes. Should you need assistance with the computer side of the ship I can access it from any area of the ship, but the bridge is best. Should you need a space walk to assess or repair damage I am the most suitable given I do not need air to breathe and the vacuum of space will not kill me like it will kill you soft...fragile..squishy people." She said that with what she knew as humorous tones, though it might be seen by others as awkward and weird.
 

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