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Post by Grim Kelborn on Apr 29, 2015 7:43:06 GMT -8
Grim... Grim! Nar dralshy'a!
He shot his eyes out, Grim was stared at the skies and he realized that he was lying on the grasslands. All he remembered back then that he was overpowered by Beskad and he thrown him off from the top of the building back in the burning of Coruscant... was he dead? Then a few broken images appeared in Grim's vision, he recalled that he was sucked into a dimension and he was blackout, where did the dimension took him to? Grim knew that he was injured during his fight with Beskad, that darman'da was a dirty fighter. Adjusted his helmet, Grim tapped his finger onto his helmet and the HUD began to scan his surroundings.
SCANNING...
LOCATION: DANTOOINE
TIME: UNKNOWN
DATE: UNKNOWN
NEARBY ENEMIES: SCANNING IN PROGRESS...
NEARBY ALLIES: SCANNING IN PROGRESS...
UNABLE TO SCAN FOR ANY NEARBY ALLIES OR ENEMIES, REBOOTING SYSTEM...
REBOOTING FAILED.
"Fierfek!" Grim cursed thus the pain on his wounds came back to him, Grim could barely walk and he felt his legs were weakened. Blaster burns were on his body armour and a slight cut on his left waist, his skin and wound were visible. The he received the wound from Beskad's dagger and that was how that the darman'da overpowered him, taunted him that the dagger was poisoned. Poisoned blade... Grim forgot about that. "Haar'chak! I'm going to kill him for this if I make it thro-" before he could say anything further, Grim felt a sharp pain on his wound and it was excruciating, he wailed in pain. Without waste anytime, Grim unloaded his backpack weakly onto the ground. He opened it and everything came off; detonators, ammunition and bacta supplies. Even though there were bacta sprays and patches, they were not anti venom and the pain was even more worse, the poison finally showed its effect.
He was not sure what kind of poison that Beskad used and the pain had made Grim immobile, he leaned his back onto a rock behind him and he took off his helmet. Was this the end of him? No one was around here and all he could see were endless field of grasses. Then suddenly he felt feverish and his nostrils were warmed, the poison was eating him right now. Felt that it was pointless, Grim preferred death over the slow one and he reached his hand to his blaster pistol.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2015 22:57:44 GMT -8
The Jedi Master was in the middle of a deep meditation, when she felt a disturbance in the nature. While there were good enough places in the Jedi Temple for this process, she preferred to go outside and get comfortable in the wilds. Nature was a part of her and she felt more content, when she was in the heart of it. Just like her days spent in dear Felucia, Shaak Ti used every single chance to get merged in green side of Dantooine.
Today's current spot was under a great oak tree, being cloaked away from the sun. A nice breeze was waving, as she could feel it against her face oh-so-gently. She didn't count the time she spent in meditation, but it could be hours since she first sat down here in lotus position and closed her eyes. Following that thin line in between reality and unconsciousness, Ti allowed her body and mind to relax altogether. But of course, that was until she felt a ripple in the planet's core. It wasn't an earthquake. No. It was something more complicated than that. And she already experienced it herself once. She didn't need to understand the whole reason of the universe doing this. But Ti accepted it as it was.
Her black eyes were opened and she looked forward for another brief moment. Then Ti was standing up gracefully, pulling her long brown Jedi robes around her before heading toward the source of this disturbance. Her every step was gentle against the grass under her feet. Layers of her clothing were waving around her long legs, as she moved.
It didn't take much to find the man who was plucked off from his timeline and tossed here. Ti could see he was in pain and desperation, probably feeling lost here. She didn't call out for him. Instead Ti just approached at him in complete silence with her arms crossed over her chest. And when she was close enough, she unwrapped her arms to place a warm and bare hand against the man's shoulder, pushing him down onto the grass to lay down.
"Stay still." She said, her voice calm, peaceful and comforting. Then she was making a move to remove the man's helmet. "I'm here to help you."
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Post by Grim Kelborn on May 3, 2015 7:15:53 GMT -8
He gazed his blaster pistol in his hand, Grim lost hope and no doubt Dantooine would be his grave, he bet that he will leave everyone behind including his Nynir Squad. Someone approached him and Grim aimed his blaster pistol at the person, he gnashed his teeth. Slowly, Grim noticed that the person approached him was not an enemy but a Togruta and she wore the most distinguished robes that any fool could knew instantly who she was. "... Jetiise." Grim muttered and he lowered down his blaster pistol, dropped it off his hand. The Mandalorian would not expect a Jedi would be his savior, Grim never expected this would be happened. The Togruta's touch on his hand calmed him, perhaps it was her Force? She told him that she came here to help him and lied him down.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Jetiise. The one who done me in this way used poison in his blade." Grim groaned slightly in pain. The Jedi's sudden appearance gave him hope and clear thinking; Nynir Squad would not be the same if Grim was gone before them, and no doubt they were lost without his presence right now. "Unless you can take the poison out, it's useless if you just healed my wounds." Grim said to the Jedi. In the deep thoughts, Grim started to laugh mirthlessly. "Funnily, I fought in Coruscant and now I'm find myself in Dantooine, 19 hours from here to there, kandosii." Grim continued to laugh but then he stopped, pain started to get worse.
"Better be quick, I had the feeling that the poison in me is getting more and more effective and annoying." Grim said to the Togruta as he tightened his grip to withstood the poison and the pain, it felt like his wound was stabbed with thousands of needles. "What it feels like that you're trying to save a Mandalorian like me, eh?" Grim asked the Togruta jokingly.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 0:29:28 GMT -8
The peaceful aura around Shaak Ti was contagious. She always had a way of spreading her calmness around. She didn't seem any effected by the sight of the blaster of this man. She was sure he would be reasonable. And he was. That gave Ti the opportunity to help the man lay down on the grass. Then she was sitting on her knees before him. Her layers of robes and dress pooled around her. She placed his helm to the side and brought both hands upon the wounded man's stomach. So softly, the Jedi Master placed them on him and closed her eyes. She was focusing on the wounds on his body, feeling the poison spreading through his veins. It wasn't a slow death for the man. But indeed, it was going to be a very painful one soon.
"I can feel it." Ti said in the softest tone, opening her black eyes. Then a gentle hand was placed over the man's forehead. While it seemed as a comforting act, there was more to that. Ti was trying to ease the pain even in the slightest.
But the man's question made her turn her face and look into his eyes, as if she didn't understand what he truly meant for. She had no answer for that. All living beings, Shaak Ti would treat equally. It wasn't just a motto. This was the natural way of doing things for her.
"What kind of a Mandalorian are you?" She asked, once again softly; mostly to keep the man's head busy while she focused on her Force to move the flowing poison back. It was a difficult process and the man would still need proper medication to heal the damage already done. But she could prevent him suffer further.
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Post by Grim Kelborn on May 9, 2015 10:17:55 GMT -8
He felt it, the poison was slowly halt in its progress and the pain was getting more less and less. The Togruta asked him that what kind of Mandalorian was he, Grim chuckled a little and stopped for awhile. "Not all Mandalorians are serious and grim lots. Take an example, the big me." Grim said to the Togruta, "I can be charming, sarcastic, deadpanned and tolerant a bit but still I take pride in my roots, like a Mandalorian who wears his armor even until either he dies in combat or old age." Grim said to the Togruta with his faint smile. It was true, even though he might be a jovial type of person, Grim was still a Mandalorian and he took his root in very serious manner.
Grim looked at the Togruta Jedi with his weakened eyes, he never met her kind before in his travel as a mercenary back then. "I never met a Togruta in my journeys before but I have heard a portion of tales and feats of your people." Grim said to the Jedi as he felt the poison slowly cooled down. "You valued unity and often relied on each other, even the other races. Even though you are silent and tranquil types, what makes me impress and in awe of the Togruta is that you are like us; you all are natural born hunters and disciplined warriors." Grim said to the Togruta. He heard the Togruta's background from his late foster father Karr, he said that the Togruta were like the Mandalorians, warriors and hunters. "But there's one thing I'm not understand is that why you didn't wear any shoes or footwear?" Grim said to the Togruta with a peak of curiosity.
After he asked his question, the Mandalorian realized that the poison and pain were gone. He raised his back up and sat there, bewildered and amazed. No doubt the Togruta Jedi was not just specialized in lightsaber combat, she must had healing prowess as well. He looked at the Togruta with his surprised look and he touched his wound, it was long one. "Fierfek... I'm healthy as a rancor now." Grim was still in surprise after the Jedi healed him but he will not took any chances, he needed to make sure that the poison was gone or postponed.
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