Private Where's the Girl?

[Allyson Locke]

//: Errand Girl //:
//: Gree //:
//: Darth Daiara //:

"Allyson, dear - go fetch the body, Force knows Kaalia won't shut up until she sees it." The posh Imperial accent flowed and caressed the Lord Inquisitor's request, knowing that the Corellian would obey despite the defiant look written on said Corellian's face.​

Allyson pinched the bridge of her nose as she sat in the pilot seat of the small fighter heading to Gree. It was one of the few planets that Allyson always swore she would never return to. She had done several runs when she was younger dropping off spice to the planet and working with any underworld dealings with Ember. She had met the lovely cephalopods that inhabited the world, and had seen their beady eyes stare at her with a particular hunger. Just thinking about their gray slick skin, made the Corellian's own skin crawl. She shuddered just thinking about their six tentacles writhing in the space around them. ​

Truly nightmare-inducing to the woman. She had seen enough terrible things deep diving the holonet when looking for something Atresian to watch. The fighter landed and Allyson wondered when she had become the Lord Inquisitor's personal errand girl. As Rae, the woman kept her close and disliked having her wander off, but now seeing that the former Legionnaire was capable of more than just holding an umbrella, she had more responsibilities. The now pet Jedi gathered her things and pulled the leather jacket she brought with her around her slender frame. Allyson didn't mind the work, it was better than holding Jorryn's umbrella when Bastion or Yavin IV's weather decided to pour unnecessary amounts of water on their heads. ​

While shoving the breathing mask in her mouth, her mind wandered towards the way Jorryn's delicate booted feet danced in the puddles with a sense of freedom that was foreign to the Corellian. A soft blush caressed the tops of her cheeks and across her softly freckled nose, Allyson cleared her throat to find some sense of composure after thinking about the Echani woman. ​

The capital of the Gree had once been pretty abandoned, but under the new Empire they had found life and it surprised Allyson. Still, she didn't like the native inhabitants. Standing beside the fighter, she pressed a few buttons, a small code that dropped a speeder from the hold. Lightsaber against her thigh and her other equipment loaded, Allyson pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail. Before taking off, she sent a message to the Lord Inquisitor, who wasn't her boss, no matter how much she desired to be. <Landed, you owe me for this one. Keep Djorn from realizing I'm not on Bastion please.> The message was quickly sent and Allyson paused and then felt her already flushed face deepen in color. She thought about posting something else, but decided to just revert to a selfie with her on the speeder bike. ​

Freedom wasn't something she had just yet, she was a turncoat spy from the Alliance, but at least with Jorryn her leash had a bit of slack. Djorn on the other hand watched her like a hawk, even now she could feel his beady little eyes on her. Allyson looked down at her comm device and waved her hand, using mechu deru freely like this was quite liberating. The map showed a ping where the body of the fallen apprentice must have last been. Setting the coordinates the woman took off quickly. Asset recovery was never exciting, hopefully she could find it quickly and then get the hell off this planet. ​

Despite the flourishing capital, the Gree were still stuck back in their pre Empire days, the world of the city whipped by her. The buildings were overly plain and looked as if they were created by mud and sludge. Still, after all this time, there was no spaceport, so her fighter remained stranded on a flat surface outside of town. More and more, Allyson felt the lacking hum and white noise of technology. The Gree being so pathetically advanced with technology, made the Corellian uneasy. The faster she could finish this job, the sooner she could return to the comfort of a technologically advanced society. ​

 

[Darth Daiara]

Sometimes accidents happened.

Aradia had been on an assignment to collect an object from an operative that had gone dark. Little did Aradia know, the 'operative' had been at odds with Adriana Fortemps and 'collect' would be more like 'steal'. Damn woman kept chucking her into insane situations, each one leaving the girl a little more exasperated than the last. Was the inquisitor trying to kill her?

When Kaalia said it was time to enter the deep end, she surely couldn't have meant this.

Aradia did it without complaint. Every ludicrous request made with half details and questionable odds, the girl kept scrapping through with the task done. Aradia was determined to see Kaalia Pavanos ’s expectations through. Even if they came from the mouth of a careless, frustrating, unhelpful blonde! Aradia gave the inquisitor the same effort that her Master received. Failure was not an option. She would see this through until she could return home.

As determined as Aradia was, sometimes, things were out of your hands. When she reached for the handle of old hut door, a hidden present was triggered. A bomb meant for Jorr blew Aradia back. She was left unconscious in the streets, her breather gone.

The authorities, unfamiliar with human anatomy, counted the limp girl lost and tossed her into a hut meant to hold the dead until they could be dealt with as dead people were. It was there she laid still, surrounded by tentacle-d beings. If one listened closely enough, they could hear her raspy breathing.

Alive, but struggling.

Kaalia Avacyn had drilled it into her that there were only two options in her life now. Succeed. Or die trying.

She was not done trying.

Movement appeared in the back corner of the hut as she forced the strength back into her limbs. Her lungs burned, the air toxic to human who breathed it in for too long. The time of day was hidden by the darkness of the space, but Aradia knew she was fighting against the clock to take back control and make it out of this one.

She rasped for breath as she pulled herself up against the wall. Everything went sideways, pain lurching through her. The world refocused with her laying ontop of something squishy. One moment at a time, she tried to coax herself into thinking through the situation.

What was wrong? She was injured. And she was being poisoned. How could she fix it? Find help, or heal herself. Through the haze in her mind she struggled to tap into the force-- trickles of power seeping through her veins like cold water. She opened her eyes.





Allyson Locke

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Errand Girl //:
//: Gree //:
//: Darth Daiara //:

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The tracking device flashed quickly, which meant that the Corellian arrived at the body's location. Sighing softly, she highly doubted whoever this girl was, survived the encounter she had gotten herself into. Frowning, the stench of death and decay filled her nose. Allyson waved her hand, switching the device to help filter out the smell of the bodies. Allyson fell into the guise of Force Cloak, and she crept through the alleyway heading towards the building where the tracking device told her to go.​

There were a few windows that she found she could easily reach without having to depend on using the Force. As much as the Force was beneficial in cases such as this, it could also trigger whatever alarms were in the vicinity. The longer Allyson went without causing chaos, the easier her life was going to be. Reaching up, the Corellian found her grip and climbed up the mud wall, and poked her head into the window. Her stomach instantly turned, and she regretted eating those atresian fried noodles.​

She burped, tasting the garlic and bile on the tip of her tongue. The taste was disgusting, but not as filthy at what she was looking at. Tentacles upon tentacle just flopping and squiggling around. The breeze from the fan attempted to keep the bodies fresh for burial brushed against the floppy dead flesh. Allyson wanted to lose her lunch, but it would only leave a trace that someone had been here. Exhaling, the Corellian felt her head spinning as she tried to regain some composure. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, trying to calm her stomach and mind down. It took a few moments, but the composure she had back on the ship returned.​

Where the hell are you? Allyson thought quietly to herself as she looked among the bodies. A human girl should be easy to spot under the mess of tentacles. Still cloaked, Allyson caught movement in the back of the building. There you are. Good, the girl seemed to be somewhat alive. Dropping down, Allyson held onto the window pane and worked her way slowly around the building's windows. Leaping and catching onto the windowsills until she was above the blonde. Reaching down, her fingers curled around the fabric of her clothing, dragging her upward. Unfortunately, she was rather light, and Allyson made her way back to the window she had previously entered. ​

It didn't take as long as Allyson thought it would get her and the dead weight of an apprentice out of the building. The cloak dropped, and Allyson appeared as the blonde laid on her back, obviously weak from everything that had happened. "Aw kid, what did you get yourself into." She put her ear to her chest and caught the whispers of a heartbeat and breathing. The breather wouldn't do much for her if she wasn't taking enough air for it to filter. So Allyson pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed softly. At least she found the girl alive. "Well, kid, please don't take this the wrong way. Like I get usually get two reactions when this kind of stuff happens. Either people are really into it or uh…" Allyson thought back to Vaylin, freaking out after their lips touched, "They freak out. I'm doing this to save your life, okay?"​

Allyson inhaled deeply, holding the air in her mouth and propped the blonde's head back, slightly opening her airway and pinched her nose to force the air into her lungs. Leaning forward, Allyson pressed her lips with Aradia's, creating a seal and blew the purified air into the girl's lungs. The extra breather rested near the girl's head, for when she started breathing better on her own - or enough for the breather to actually purify enough air for her.​

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[Darth Daiara]

Movement blurred-- vague shapes against the darkness as Aradia felt herself be moved. She wanted to cry out and scream, she was alive! But the trickles of strength she pulled into herself barely kept her aware, the oxygen starvation trapping her inside a fun house of hallucinations. the terror that flickered through her went unexpressed. She was not ready to buried. She was not dead yet.

Hold onto that fear. It will be your biggest strength in times of peril.

Avacyn's final lesson echoed through her, the words pulsating with the rise and fall of her chest. If she was buried, would the dirt filter the air for her? Allyson forced the purified air through her lungs once, twice... three times before her body took over. The girl heaved, her back arching as the haunting echoes shattered. Pain lanced through her lungs as she gasped wildly, the rebreather finding its ways to her lips. Her vision solidified on a familiar brunette, tears leaving streaks down the dirt on face as she curled into herself. There was no space for relief inside her confusion, the girl only knew she had just danced with death... and made it through.

Aradia coughed, rolling onto her side as the bliss of oxygen crept across her nerve endings like melting ice. The woman might have expected a thank you. Instead, she got a firm, "You."

They did not know each other intimately, but having served as Jorr's glorified errand girl, Aradia knew of her enough. After a moment of recuperation, the words came pouring out of her. "Don't tell her about this. Oh force-- how do you-- what does she know?" Aradia pushed herself up, dried blood on her temple hinting to the injury that had gotten her into this mess. She looked shaky, but alert.

She reached up a hand to the split over her temple, grimacing at the slash there.

Allyson Locke