Zett Rem
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Post by Zett Rem on Mar 23, 2015 18:16:35 GMT -8
Zett hadn't actually reached for his pistol yet, but it seemed him just poising himself to do so had been enough to ignite the already volatile situation. The boy standing across from him ignited his weapon, the weapon of a Jedi Knight and Sith Lord; his lightsaber, purple in color sprung to life and lit the room around them. In that same moment, Zett's own weapon was in his hand. The training that he had gained over the last few years allowing him to spring to action like a lightning bolt holding the first of his two pistols level at the young force user. Zett wasn't certain of this boy's force affiliation yet, purple being a color that both sides used. However the boy seemed to have morals enough not to kill either of them on sight, which Zett was grateful for even if he didn't think he would have gotten away with such an attack.
He had fought this kind before, and Zett was still alive.
"Kid, i didn't even have my blaster out when you started swinging that glow stick of destiny. So ladies fir-" Zett was stopped as he heard Solhi behind him, thump against the wall. Turning he looked to her, but kept his pistol level against the boy as a little extra incentive that he didn't move yet. It didn't last long though, Zett turning the blaster on the control panel and shot it, locking the Saber wielding maniac in the room behind him. Sure he could cut the door down, but that took time, hopefully enough for Zett to be able to talk Solhi down.
He came up to stand in front of Solhi, trying to pull her out of her trance like state that was preventing her from focusing on the situation. One hand sat on her shoulder in a comforting manner while the other reached lightly to her chin, pulling it up so she was looking upwards to him. "Hey, Solhi... breath with me, c'mon.." He said calmly, taking a few deep breaths himself to set the example.
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Cal Firestar
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Post by Cal Firestar on Mar 23, 2015 19:01:21 GMT -8
Cal remained were he was, the lightsaber poised to deflect a blaster bolt if the man fired. He didn't expect the woman to suddenly collapse and start shaking. Cal froze, his eyes darting to her, widening in horror. "What's going on?" he asked, beginning to panic. "I--I didn't do anything, honest! ...Is she alright?" He wanted to move forward to help her, whatever it was. He certainly didn't want to see anyone suffering. The Mando turned for a moment to glance at his companion, before pulling the trigger and causing a door to close between him and the runaway.
For a moment, Cal didn't do anything. Then he sprang into action. Scooping up as much food as he could that didn't need cooking, he stuffed some in his pockets, and carrying whatever else he could, turned and dashed deeper into the ship to find a good hiding place. It looked like he would be spending most of this voyage dodging the two people. So much for a peaceful trip. He found a comfortable place in the engine room behind the hyperdrive that would effectively block him from view. He would have to stay on the move--they'd probably come down here at some point to check on the engine. Still, it should be safe for now. If he paid enough attention through the force, he could anticipate them coming and find another hiding place.
Once settled, Cal made sure to deactivate his lightsaber, but instead of clipping it back onto his belt, set it on the floor next to him for easy access should the need arise. He listened carefully to see if he could hear what was going on down the hall, to see if the woman was alright. Had he done something to cause this? He hoped not.
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Post by Solhi Hanan on Apr 1, 2015 16:41:31 GMT -8
Solhi pressed her hands against her ears in an attempt to block out the memory she was trapped in. Her eyes remained squeezed shut as if that would help her not see it. It was all back, the screaming, the smell of the lab pulled her back in time. Her heart was racing and her lungs sucked in air as if she were drowning. While Solhi drowned in the flashback she didn't notice Zett lock the boy in the hanger bay or the fact that the person she perceived to be a threat was no longer there. The only thing that pulled her out of that was Zett. At first she faught him, tried to look away but he held her still and gently made her look up at him. Her brown eyes darted around as if trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
"Hey, Solhi... breath with me, c'mon.."
At first she just stared at him. The words he was speaking didn't make any kind of sense. Slowly, though she could feel her heart rate slowing down. She followed his directions, breathing with him. All of her concentration was on him now, his face, his words, his touch slowly brought her out of the flashback. As the real world came back her breathing slowed down enough that she was no longer at risk of hyperventilating. Her hands reached up to take his, squeezing it tightly. In her mind she was no longer with her former Master but she was still in danger. There was a wild Jedi on the loose. Her frightened brown eyes turned to the controls for the hangar bay. She pushed past Zett and slammed her hand against the broken panel. Her frazzled brain couldn't make any sense of the fact that the airlock wouldn't open.
"Why isn't this working?!?" she raged at Zett, turning her attention to him. Once again her heart rate rose and her breathing was ragged. "Get him out! I want him out!" Her tone was a mixture of desperation and anger. Her eyes darted around the area before she froze completely. Slowly she made her way away from the hold. "He's moved, hasn't he? He's still in the ship." Solhi's shaky hands fumbled for the blade she kept on her belt. The weapon would keep her safe, or so she hoped.
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Zett Rem
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Sassy Mandalorian
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Post by Zett Rem on Apr 5, 2015 16:20:04 GMT -8
Zett didn't even bother to notice that the stow away was making his escape through an alternative exit. His attention at the moment was on Solhi, and though he glanced over his shoulder to a moment to make sure the man wasn't coming through the door and to take note of the way he did run away in, Zett couldn't be bothered with worrying about where he was at the moment. His breathing seemed to calm her down enough that she was soon following the example he had set, and he was nodding with a small smile at her. "There ya go, good girl." He said, patting her shoulder encouragingly as he did.
Before he knew anything else though, Solhi was forcefully pushing against him. Though normally he could keep her in place if he wanted to, he decided it was best to just step aside as she was trying to get past him. She then moved to the control panel he had just blasted and attempted to hit the airlock release keys. The code of course didn't work since Zett had blasted it, but he stood there, waiting a moment. Of course she turned to blame him, but he didn't take offence. At the time it was the quickest thing he could do to partially trap the man on the other side of the door, and besides that he knew not to take anything Solhi said to heart when she was like this.
"Heyyy wow... harsh." He commented, pointing to the controls she was trying to release on the boy. "He can't get out of there either... unless he was to get in the ventilation and did you see that guy? He was like a Wookie." Zett commented, trying to lace his humor into it... even if it probably was poor timing. He gently pulled her from the control panel and then yanked the cover from off of it. "I'll get the door open, maybe you should get away though? Lay down? Wait in the cockpit? Try and distance yourself from what's going on." He said, not working on the control panel yet after he had the lid off. If Solhi could get hurt when the man pulled his lightsaber out like that, Then Zett wanted to make sure she was far away from it if it happened again. His hand reached for her shoulder, both rubbing at it and squeezing gently in order to try and calm her down a little more. He was honestly happy he had pulled her out of one of her panic attacks so quickly... it usually took more time then that.
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Cal Firestar
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Zett, life is like a cookie. Either you eat it, or spike it and give it to your Mandalorian friend.
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Post by Cal Firestar on Apr 16, 2015 16:07:41 GMT -8
Cal grew cramped and bored incredibly quickly, which made sitting in his hiding place increasingly hard. The would be looking for him again soon. He had to get off the ship. What a stupid idea. Why had he come on here?
He got back up and crept into the halls. He didn't sense any of them being force users, so maybe if he cloaked himself with his power he'd be able to sneak around unnoticed. He wished he'd thought of that before getting caught. His footsteps were silent as he slipped through the ship, poking around the rooms and exploring while still being concealed by the force. He wouldn't be able to do it for long--it took a lot of energy and focus for him to keep it up. He was curious to see if the woman would be okay, he hadn't meant to scare her. She seemed pretty harmless anyway, it was the guy in the Mando armor that Cal was worried about. He could tell the man had meant business, and would probably have no trouble taking Cal down, no matter how clever the Sith Runaway was.
He came around the corner and paused at the end of the hall, releasing his force cloak. He was out of sight and he could hear them both conversing nearby. The woman sounded panicked as she obviously spoke of him, and the man was quietly trying to comfort her. Cal's stomach was in his throat.
The fear turned to confusion for a moment. Him? A wookiee? That was an odd comparison. He wasn't that big. He didn't listen to the rest of the conversation, and instead ducked into another room, quickly pressing the button that closed the door. As he whirled around, he realized he was in the cockpit.
Well, that wasn't a very good place to hide.
Cal didn't have much of a chance to think on that as the door opened again and the woman came in. Cal practically jumped out of his skin. "Please don't scream!" he said, his words quick and panicked. "I won't hurt you! I promise! Please please stay calm." Was she going to have another panic attack? He didn't want to stick around if he was going to keep making someone act like that. "Look!" In one swift motion he'd taken out his lightsaber and threw it on the ground, letting the unactivated hilt roll to the woman's feet. "No weapon! I won't hurt you."
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Post by Solhi Hanan on May 8, 2015 12:47:29 GMT -8
Solhi had come out of her flashback but the desperate rage hadn't faded. Her chest heaved and her eyes kept darting around looking for a sign of the Sith. Zett approached her with the appropriate amount of caution. Even in this state she knew Zett wouldn't hurt her so she didn't attack him. His grip eased her nerves slightly.
"Heyyy wow... harsh. He can't get out of there either... unless he was to get in the ventilation and did you see that guy? He was like a Wookie."
"Harsh? Harsh?!? That...that...that thing pulled his lightsaber on us," eyes blazed with a sudden burst of anger. "They're all the same. If we don't find him he will kill us."
"I'll get the door open, maybe you should get away though? Lay down? Wait in the cockpit? Try and distance yourself from what's going on." He seemed interested in getting her put away. Logically he made sense. The cockpit was a safe place but somehow the idea of being locked away in a tiny place made her uneasy. It felt too much like a cage. Solhi wanted to find the Sith and jet him out into space. The farther he was from her the better. Still, she let Zett direct her to the cockpit.
"Fine, fine," she grumbled and walked the rest of the way to the cockpit.
It was only after stepping into the cockpit that she realized that she wasn't alone. Her eyes got wide and her body stiffened.
"Please don't scream! I won't hurt you! I promise! Please please stay calm."
Solhi stifled the urge to scream and instead kept her eyes on his lightsaber. She could attack him and maybe get a cut or two in but she had seen first hand the damage that one of those weapons could do. There was no way that she'd be able to take him down. For now she needed to figure out a way to survive this. She would do as he said. But then he did something very strange. He tossed the lightsaber at her feet. The confusion showed on her face as she stared at him. This had to a trick. One of those mind tricks. Solhi stood ready, her blade in front of her ready to defend herself.
"I don't believe you," she said, her voice shaking. "Why else would you be here?" Solhi reached out and stepped over the lightsaber, holding it down with her foot. "What do you want, then? Our cargo? Go on, give me your demands."
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Zett Rem
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Post by Zett Rem on May 14, 2015 18:17:55 GMT -8
He had seen good force users before, so he was inclined to defend them of Solhi's hate, but he avoided it for a moment and let her calm down. Arguing with her about such a thing was pointless at this point in time and he knew it was best to just let her calm down. He was glad she let him talk her down so easily, and she was soon following his suggestions and leaving the cargo area and letting Zett work on the door. He watched as she left and then sighed a bit, kneeling down at the control console for a moment to begin getting the door unlocked.
It took him a few moments, but eventually he got it opened again and entered the room cautiously, looking for the man who they had just had the run in with. He was ready to fight the boy, holding his guns at the ready as he looked through the room thoroughly. Eventually he search every nook and cranny, knowing the ship like the back of his hand. He even checked a few of the hidden compartments that no one but him and Solhi would know existed. When none of it turned anyone up, he realized the boy must have made his way out after he opened the door or something. Realizing he might have gotten back to Solhi again, he left the room and went searching again throughout the rest of the ship.
First he searched Solhi's room, then his own, and all the other rooms on the ship until he got to the cockpit where he had suggested she go. He rounded the corner and stopped, glaring from behind her to the boy and down at the lightsaber she held pinned under foot. "So... what i miss?" He asked, holding his guns at the ready.
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Cal Firestar
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Zett, life is like a cookie. Either you eat it, or spike it and give it to your Mandalorian friend.
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Post by Cal Firestar on May 15, 2015 9:25:53 GMT -8
Cal's attempted diplomacy had failed miserably, he realized. The woman was still glaring at him suspiciously, and her words were laced with barbs and wires. Still, even here it had to be better than Korriban.
"I don't want anything," he answered. "I just wanted to get off Hutta. ...Away from the Sith. They probably want to kill me." Trusting the woman with these details probably wasn't the wisest of choices, but Cal suspected from her reaction she wasn't a big fan of Force Users. Maybe he could convince her he was just a normal guy who had the misfortune of getting the stupid powers. He'd never asked for it.
"Look, I'm Cal," he said, carefully offering his hand. "I'm not a Sith, I swear. They wanted me to be one, but I ran away. That's why I'm here." He wondered if she was going to panic again like she did in the cargo hold. He wasn't sure he would know what to do in that case. He met her gaze, bright blue eyes open and sincere. Hopefully she could read into his honesty and would start to trust him. Even a bit. These two didn't seem so bad, and if Cal could get on the woman's good side maybe she could convince the Mandalorian to let him be.
For a moment, Cal's eyes flickered to the lightsaber under the woman's foot. If he absolutely had to, there was a possibility he could call it to him. Maybe. But hopefully it wouldn't come to that; Cal was a decent fighter, but he usually preferred to rely on his wit to get him out of situation, not brute force. Another trait the Sith had disliked in the gentle young man.
Whatever the woman's response was, Cal didn't have a chance to say anything else as the doors opened and the Mandalorian came out, his hand on his blaster.
"So... what I miss?"
Cal didn't say anything, but instead turned pleadingly toward the woman.
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Post by Solhi Hanan on Jun 2, 2015 10:53:52 GMT -8
Solhi's heart was still pounding, even if she seemed in control. The hand holding her blade did not move. Her cold glare remained on the young man as she waited for his answer. Though, what he said genuinely surprised her. He was trying to get away from the Sith? In all her time with her master she hadn't ever heard of anything like that happening. He'd always talked about how Sith Acolytes were fully under the control of the Sith and those too weak to survive the training quickly died. But escape? That was something she hadn't heard before. She knew all too well what it was like to be under their thumb, to have someone like a Sith wanting to kill you. The arms holding her blade fell slightly and her expression softened.
Look, I'm Cal.
She knew his name now, and for a moment saw past her fear and trauma and saw a scared teenage boy. As a slave, she had put together so many of the other slaves her master had injured. She never wanted to learn their names because when something has a name it becomes a someone and made it harder when they died. Solhi didn't want to know his name, didn't want to see him as the child he was. Her resolve to see him killed falter slightly and she stepped back but didn't lower the blade anymore. Solhi also knew that the Sith and Jedi could read people's minds. Had he perhaps read hers and knew what to say? Her gaze hardened once more as Zet returned. Only the boy's desperation softened her again. She'd seen that expression before, worn it before. The Jedi and Sith were compassionless monsters and Solhi did not believe them capable of such earnest desperation. Perhaps he was telling the truth. That still didn't change anything, though. He'd stowed away on their ship and ran from them, something not suggestive of innocence-- Solhi ignored the fact that she had tried to kill him.
Solhi glanced back at Zett and kicked the lightsaber to him.
"Hold on tight to that thing-- don't point it at yourself or put it behind you," Solhi knew that people like the boy could turn their weapon on without touching it and call it to them. Zett could be injured if the boy tried hard enough. "Just lock it away somewhere." She looked back at the boy and moved away from the door slightly, though kept her weapon pointed at him. "You, come with me. If all you want is a ride we'll give it to you but you have to stay where we put you." It was a test of trust. If he was really trying to escape the Sith then he shouldn't have a problem with them taking his weapon and locking him in the spare room.
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Zett Rem
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Post by Zett Rem on Jun 4, 2015 13:04:53 GMT -8
Zett found himself catching the boy's weapon under his foot and looking between Solhi and the boy before he stooped down to pick it up, not letting his eyes leave him just in case something changed. He picked the weapon up and put it on his belt, nodding a little to Solhi as she tried to explain how to carry it. He had seen his share of Jedi and Sith too, and the abilities they had. From what Zett had seen, this boy was capable of being a Jedi, the side that he trusted. He had known a Jedi when he was a boy on Kashyyyk... and he was a good Wookie up to his death. The Sith he knew on the other hand almost killed him, and ended up being the reason Zett was kicked out of the tribe he had lived in at the time.
Solhi didn't share his opinion of Jedi, but that wasn't a matter to be discussed at the moment, and he didn't bother reminding her he had dealt with these people before either. He just kept the saber and then stepped aside to let her explain the situation to the boy.
Apparently they were giving him a room? This was news to Zett. He nodded though and looked to her and spoke quietly. "I'll lock him up in the room near the engines... the security back there is the best, and the droid would notice if something happened." He spoke, but decided it might be best to let her take the lead for a moment. "Right?" He asked, just making sure she agreed.
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