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Post by The Conman on Sept 8, 2015 23:26:27 GMT -5
Donnie, not hearing responses, but full auto fire from her friends, took it as a good sign. At least they were alive and fighting. She took a few more shots at the droids, not really caring which ones she hit, mainly shooting at the ones shooting at her. The woman got down on her left side and used her legs to scoot herself around to the side of the barge, giving her a better shot from prone when she rolled over. The scene was somewhat hilarious.
There was a box dropping droid after droid, droids which were shooting at the other droids and the commando droids. The commando droids, one of which looked to be somehow incapacitated on the floor, were doing their best to avoid the barage of blaster fire from them, but it was obvious they weren't going to be able to hold out forever. Joco's droids had been somewhat whittled down, with their puke-green coloured parts littering the floor along with Bax's brown droids. Joco's screaming over the din just added to the hilarity she was observing, making it a somewhat surreal experience. She took a few more shots, winged one of the puke coloured droids in the shoulder, and accidentally tagged one of the Commando droids in the chest, causing it to crumple to the floor in a heap.
Oooooops...
She muttered, the remaining ones seeming to sense the other's death and turn on them.
Donnie got to her feet in a low hunch and decided to make for her hidie-hole she'd occupied a few moments before, when a number of things happened in a very short time.
As she moved over to the console, intent on hiding behind it once more, she heard bax yell for everybody to get down, then saw a grenade sail through the air in what seemed to be slow motion.
Then, as she turned to huddle behind the console, a commando droid decided to climb over the edge of the barge and say Hi apparently. As it got it's leg over, Donnie, as hard as she could, kicked it's gun out of it's hand. As she recovered, and leveled her blaster on it....
KABOOM
The Twi'lek felt the heat, first. She'd barely had time to get her eyes turned to the direction of the blast when the shock wave hit, knocking her down, the base of her right lekku whacking the railing on the way.
It took her a few moments to realize what was going on, her vision blurry and starry, and ears ringing so loudly she couldn't hear herself think.
Bfuaghahguhaahhhh GLAAGABAGAAGLUGAA!
She managed to yell out, thinking she'd said, in flawless basic, "Bax, you glorious bastard!"
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 9, 2015 0:11:02 GMT -5
Pandemonium was the word. Weird ass word, but nevertheless it fit. There was shooting everywhere, and from cover, blaster bolts were impacting on the armor plating not far from her head. Things were worse though, somebody winged a commando droid, and they began to open up as well. Thus far Ervisa had been ignoring them, they were doing the bodyguard thing and protecting the bulky Hutt who was crying like a baby so loudly it was audible through the whole firefight. Accidentally hitting the Hutt or the droids had seemed a remarkably bad idea, not in the least because killing a Hutt resulted in things like being stuffed out an airlock or eaten alive. And hitting the droids meant a whole world of pain.
Two of the commando droids stayed back, more were advancing, one flanking, a pair in a straight advance, and at that precise moment Bax yelled a warning and started activating a grenade.
"FRELL," Ervisa spat angrily.
It wasn't that the explosives were something she was opposed to, but that he should've given a heads up going in, or a signal. Some kind of warning, because if so much as one errant shot winged him, he'd drop that grenade and be turned into chunky salsa. That wasn't speculation either, but personal experience doing mercenary jobs with assholes who didn't warn other assholes.
She flipped the selector to full, and immediately fired off a long suppressive burst that caught one of the commando droids, and sent the others ducking. It was followed a short delay later by the dull thud, and the sharp ringing of the explosion. Ervisa winced as the shock wave rippled over, and she rolled back behind the plating just a little too late, reloading the spent power cell with deft fingers. A stream of excessive and gratuitous Mirialan profanity flowed out of her mouth and into the air that was increasingly quiet.
Of course it wasn't. The problem was her ears, and it took long seconds for them to gain any semblance of hearing back. When they did, she peered up over the top, and saw a wide variety of scattered, smashed, broken droids. Legs walking around, torsos with arms crawling, heads repeating 'Roger roger' excessively. It was enough to make her seethe over those stupid droids. Why had anyone ever thought they were a remotely good idea?
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Post by Mr. Slender on Sept 11, 2015 23:54:24 GMT -5
Bax didn't lie on his stomach for long, and rolled over to face the enemy again, before they could put a bolt between his shoulder blades. However, the grenade had worked even better than he'd hoped. The trouble box had been gutted, with a still raging fire wafting out of it, while the motley collection of droids had been reduced to basically nothing. Only a few remained standing, and those were quickly cut down by a barrage of fire from the remaining commandos.
Speaking of which, the junker didn't have a time to take a relieved breath before a metal foot suddenly came down on his chest to pin him, followed by a blaster shoved in his face. "Wait, wait, wait!" He yelled instantly, throwing up his hands, at the comically colored droid. Thankfully it seemed to heed Bax's words, not subsequently blasting his face off, but Joco soon slithered towards his head. For a few horrible seconds, he wondered if he was to be smothered under the bastard's folds.
"Mighty Joco, this was a complete mistake. I didn't know the droids would activate. This was a common mishap towards the end of the Clone Wars, but I was assured their program settings had been wiped!" The junker quickly exposited, starting to visibly sweat as the hutt's bottom crept closer. He didn't know if Joco was going to kill him or not at this point, but when in doubt, sweeten the deal.
"I'm sorry for you loss of property, I'll compensate you for any damaged guards. As for the product, I'll subtract the half that was destroyed out of the price we agreed upon. The other half I'll take 10- err...15% off for your trouble. Sound fair....?" Bax asked next, desperately hoping to hear yes. This fiasco was going to cost him big in the long run, especially when he paired Ervi and Donnie, yet it seemed an enticing enough offer for a slug of Joco's low caliber.
"<Very well....I wbbill acceptb.>" The hutt billowed, after stopping only a foot away from the Junker's face. He attempted the air of someone doing the poor human a favor, but he was honestly just too big a sucker to miss out on owning more droids. After a gesture from his master, the commando finally removed his foot from Bax's aching chest.
"*Cough cough* You are most wise, mighty Joco." The junker managed to wheeze as he rose to his feet, with another round of coughing after that. As soul crushingly painful as it was to do so, Bax removed half of the banded credit chits from the briefcase, as well as a portion to cover the fallen green ones, as he'd promised. He even managed to control himself enough to avoid slapping the stack in the hutt's tiny hand as hard as he wanted.
As if all that wasn't enough, Joco's voice piped up again as soon as Bax turned to unload the undamaged crate. "Oh, I can habe my droibs unloab the cargo. Pleaseb, how wbould you andb your..... lovebly friendbs...like to habe dbinner andb stay the night...?" The junker honestly thought skinny dipping in Mustafar's lava lakes sounded less painful than spending the night with a hutt possessing no style...., but denying hospitality was another way to get killed around the slimy bastards.
"It would be an honor."
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Post by The Conman on Sept 13, 2015 23:00:15 GMT -5
It took the Twi'lek a few seconds to get herself wired together after taking the spill. Her head was pounding and her left eye was full of stars, Donnie blinked while she lay on the ground, trying to make them disappear. While she did this, the din of blaster fire had died out entirely, as had the "clack clack clack" of the droids. Thought her ears were still ringing, Donnie gingerly rolled over and crouched down, still low enough to be hidden somewhat behind the railings and plates of the skiff. Grunting, she slowly scooted towards the other side, hoping to see if Ervi was alright. After a second or two, and more than a few nearly missed steps and with a white knuckled grip on the railing, Donnie managed to round the corner from the back of the skiff and see Ervi, still prone with her blaster trained on the hutt and his buddies. She let out a small sigh of relief.
"PSST."
She said, as quietly as she could, crouching down lower to be behind the plated railings, quickly snapping her fingers in Ervi's general direction.
Donnie leaned onto the control console's side and slid down it, back to it, feet flat on the inside of the railing, sitting on the floor, her side to Ervi.
"Hey...I lost my gun, toss me your sidearm?"
She whispered, not sure weather or not it was a temporary lul in the fight.
Donnie, however, didn't have to wait for a response, as Bax started addressing the Hutt. As he spoke, Donnie first leaned forward, then eventually crawled toward the railing and poked her head up high enough to just barely see over it, listening to the exchange. It seemed to be going well enough. The hutt didn't seem overly pissed at them, which was strange. She'd expected the thing to be furious, loose his slug mind and toss them all in a hole or something. But nope, he...
What.
Donnie said out loud, in Huttese, as the hutt asked them to stay the night. Thankfully, Bax's response was heard ahead of and over her exclamation of confusion, though it was entirely possible Ervi heard her. Donnie, however, wasn't pleased. Hutts weren't ever kind. She leaned back up against the wall and quickly glanced over at Ervi, and did some mental math.
"She's worth....10...nah...14...I'm worth like 30....If he sells us both quick he'll make...ehh...half?"
Donnie muttered to herself.
"Nah...yeah...like 25 for us both?...shit..."
The Twi'lek had a sudden sinking sensation, she'd never been captured before...but now she'd be walking right into it and there wasn't a damn thing she could do.
"We're so fucked..."
Donnie said to herself, quietly.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 15, 2015 5:41:58 GMT -5
Donnie was, mercifully, to the left of Ervisa. That made it easier for the southpaw Mirialan to draw the sidearm, and to slide it across the deck plate to the Twi'lek. Now was definitley not the time to be unarmed. Bax was lying on his back, and a commando droid had a blaster leveled at him, metal foot clenched down. Ervisa had her site picture set on the droid's chest, and her fingertip hovered a hair over the surface of the trigger. She touched it lightly.
All she had to do was squeeze.
Bax uttered an exclamation, pleas for waiting, and the Hutt seemed to accept them. Their conversation was an absolute mystery to her, and Ervisa was regretting not ever learning Huttese. To compound the weird... It suddenly clicked that Donnie'd asked her for the sidearm in perfectly intelligible Basic. Now the Twi'lek was hunkered by the back wall, her legs all tucked up under her, and muttering still in intelligible Basic about prices... And then uttering the rather chilling conclusion they were fucked.
Ervisa frowned, her dark eyebrows knitting together with the tightened expression, and she rose to a knee, getting a better view of what Bax was doing.
And he was just standing, talking, and handing back money.
The Mirialan woman lowered her blaster a little, finger resting on the trigger guard now, and continued watching just long enough to establish there wasn't any more shooting. Then without delay, she moved swiftly across the open area on the skiff, and crouched next to the Twi'lek.
"You feeling OK?"
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Post by Mr. Slender on Sept 20, 2015 3:32:21 GMT -5
Bax was not even close to smiling when he accepted the offer, for obvious reasons, and it took every shred of professionalism to have what passed for a neutral expression. Even that slid into a truly morose frown as soon as he turned to go see about his friends. The junker was NOT looking forward to the inevitable shit storm the two were bound to give him.
"Uh, hey guys..." He began, not thinking of anything more appropriate to go with,as he stepped onto the skiff. Following their lead, Bax crouched to complete a rough triangle formation. "So, looks like we'll be staying here longer than I anticipated. There was no way I was gonna decline, especially after things went tits up like that. Speaking of tits, Donnie are you ok? You look kinda out of it.
The Junker had seen several people more dazed and confused looking on different occasions, yet he still felt really concerned about the tell tale signs of a decent head injury she gave off. Her lekku weren't singed or visibly damaged, so he safely assumed it was just a simple blow to the head.
"Look, I'm bumping up the 20% I promised each of you for hazard pay to 25%, out of my owe pocket. It's as high as I'll go." Bax threw out, hoping it would be enough incentive for the pair not to pack and leave without him.
"Let's just hope our host has great guest quarters, and pray he doesn't grate too bad."
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Post by The Conman on Sept 23, 2015 22:27:56 GMT -5
Donnie looked up at the pair from her sitting position and then back at her boots for a moment, formulating a response. Trying to figure out how to communicate "He's going to drug us, then probably sell us to whoever'll pay the most." without it coming off as such. After a few moments, she realized that there really wasn't any way to sugar coat it, as far as Donnie was concerned, a Hutt was a hutt, and this one was just buttering them up so he could knock them out and sell them. That or, worse, keep them. The Boska had informants in most of the important Hutt's compounds. The Hutts knew, and it was a constant game of cat and mouse, keeping somebody on the payroll, dealing with double agents. The problem was this Joco-whatever his name was, didn't ring a bell to Donnie. That didn't mean that they didn't have an informant, but it did mean that it was far less likely.
Which meant, if they were captured, they'd have to figure a way out of it.
The Twi'lek looked over and picked up the gun that Ervi'd tossed her way, finally, looking it over in her hands before looking up at her companions.
"Guys, he's just going to put the sleeping stuff in the food and then sell us off to the highest bidder!"
She said, in practically a whisper, leaning and craning her neck to see if anybody was listening behind Bax. The woman gingerly and awkwardly stood up, her head still spinning and eye still starry from the bonk to her lekku. Donnie grabbed onto the console behind her with her left arm, and reached out with her right, with the blaster to Ervi, realizing she couldn't hit the broadside of a bantha.
"It's how the huts do, no? I say we use the barge, shoot our way out, and hope for the best."
She continued, slightly louder, but at still a near whisper, looking around for any stray droids that might be listening in on their conversation. The woman touched the part of the lekku that got hit at the point where it connected to her head, and winced.
That's gonna leave a mark...
She muttered.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 24, 2015 22:17:01 GMT -5
Ervisa was still staring at Donnie's eyes. The Twi'lek was definitely out of it. It was hard to tell how they were dilated, evenly or not, and she didn't have her small glowrod handy. Besides, her weapon took two hands. No she'd evaluate it later. Bax's return caught her full attention, momentarily shifted from the obviously-rattled Twi'lek. The rifle was moved into a comfortable position, the barrel resting on the fabric of her tank top, the grip tucked neatly inside her elbow. The Mirialan frowned.
"Staying here was more than I bargained for, and I hate to ask how much pay he shorted you. I doubt it means your 5% increase will be commensurate."
Ervi fell silent as she shifted her attention to Donnie, whose whisper was practically a shout. Not in terms of volume but in terms of content.
If it was true, the Hutt saw a need for a couple of slaves... Well Bax would probably save a lot of money that way, maybe get a little kickback, and sure as hell nobody would want him in a metal bikini. Donnie... They hadn't yet made the metal bikini to hold in her twins. No, Ervisa saw the metal bikini in her future. There were worse fates she could think of, but the idea was still embarrassing.
Tough girl from the wrong side of the Rim, covered in tattoos, badass haircut, and sprawled as eye candy? It didn't work. Bad image. Not good for her rep.
"Yeah, our head-trauma colleague has a point here. There's nothing holding Neckbeard the Hutt from slipping the roofies and doing the slavery thing. Problem is, we're outnumbered and outgunned here, and even if we did get out of this hangar, this skiff can't outrun those vulture droids. I think we've got to play along. Politely. Don't suppose either of you brought any handy little anti-toxin kits? Pills? Filters? Testing devices? No?"
The lack of any immediate reply led Ervisa to propose actions on the assumption nobody was that prepared.
"Let's get Doneeda to the medbay. I'll take her, and while there, I'll swipe a few things we can use to counter anything they slip in the food. Maybe get a few little testing bits too. Quietly. You run cover Bax. Distract the Hutt with your latest high game scores or whatever. Sound good?"
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Post by Mr. Slender on Sept 27, 2015 0:00:12 GMT -5
As soon as Donnie stood up to pipe up again, Bax spun around to see if her words had reached their host. Thankfully Joco still seemed to be busy talking with one of the commando droids to notice. The junker would chalk up her horribly poor suggestion as being a result of the concussion she'd obviously suffered, but it still irked him to no end. It was almost as if she wanted to get them thrown in a dungeon sometimes. Hutt rule #1, Don't insult the host.
"Donnie, that's not gonna happen. Ervi, I actually was going to keep you guy's pay as what it would've been if I hadn't given away half, so from what I have left you and Donnie's cut comes out to about 35% a piece. I think that's still fair, eh?" Bax rambled off quickly, channeling irritation into speed.
It was good to see his green friend come to the sensible conclusion that they really didn't have a choice in the matter. She really was proving to have the tactical know how of a good soldier. They might be needing it by the morning. Although, she seemed to have a brash streak, if the fact she didn't give the Junker time to answer was any indication.
"*Ahem* I actually do have all the gear we need. This isn't my first run in with the Hutts." Bax stated confidently, while rotting around in on of his belt pouches for what they needed. He withdrew two small duraplast boxes, about 3" on each side and 1" thick, and handed them both to Ervi. "I'll let you hold on to Donnie's until she not so loopy. Alright, inside you'll find a lot of personal etiquette items, all with a good purpose. The toothpicks are for testing food for common toxins or chemicals, just stick it in and see what color it turns. Honestly, if it turns anything, don't eat it."
"The breath mints you can drop in any drink to neutralize potential sedatives and mental suggestion medications. The things that look like earplugs are micro filters that you stick up your nose in case of a gas attack. They will only protect you for a few minutes, so find a way to get away quickly. Lastly, the breath strips are just that, in winter mint, designed to take away the terrible taste of anything the host could potentially serve."
At the end of all that, Bax felt compelled to add, "Don't let the T-shirt and cap fool you, I'm not stupid."
With that cleared up, the junker stood up to approach Donnie with a sizable bandage from another pouch. "That's a bacta dressing. Slap it on, and it should last you two to the medbay. I'll go keep Joc busy, like Ervi suggested. You guys be careful, and the box also has a mini comlink instead if you need to call me for help." Bax explained next, switching back and forth looking at both women, before turning on a heel and walking down the loading ramp.
"Mighty Joco, one of my associates was injured in the fighting, my other friend would like to make sure she gets patched up. I would be most gracious if we could use your medbay for a bit"
"Surb, surb."
"Thank you, in the meantime I'd like to take you up on that tour you bragged so much about on our first call."
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Post by The Conman on Sept 27, 2015 20:14:23 GMT -5
Donnie listened as Bax explained the situation.
She didn't like it. Not at all. All the woman's instincts were telling her to get out of the place ASAP. The hutt was being oddly generous, that much was obvious to her at least, but didn't seem to be registering with her comrades. Comrades who figured she'd suffered some kind of brain injury and needed a bacta-soaked bandage to make sure she didn't die on the way to the med bay. She did appreciate Bax's forethought with his little boxes of tricks, however. The idea was genius, Donnie had to admit. A little box full of goodies top help one survive a Hutt's "hospitality" was an amazing idea, and one she'd be sure to replicate herself if they survived.
Shit...
Donnie thought.
I'll just buy 'em off Bax if we survive.
The Twi'lek looked over at Ervi, sighed, and smoshed the bacta covered bandage onto the injured area at the base of her lekku. Donnie had to admit she appreciated the gesture, Bacta wasn't cheap and she wasn't bleeding, so she didn't really need it, but Bax's concern for her well being was appreciated.
So....
Donnie was about to ask "what now", when her train of thought was thoroughly derailed and then set aflame. Out of the corner of her eye she caught some movement, and upon turning her head to see what it was got an eyeful of a very pretty, scantly clad, very purple, Twi'lek woman sauntering over their way. She was tallish, and thin, but had curves in all the right places and a somewhat angular face. She wore a warm smile and had pretty blue eyes. The woman was clad in a silver, low cut, skintight dress with a thigh slit upto her right hip, and no back. Donnie had no idea how the twins weren't falling out, but chocked it up to the wonders of double sided tape. As a result of either the outfit, the eyes, or her alluring walk, Donnie'd gone silent and was wearing a stupid smirk. Donnie wasn't entirely sure if it was that, or the bandage, or the green Bacta now running down her forehead that tipped off the woman to her being injured.
Hi there, I'm Gia, If you'd like to follow me the medbay is right this way.
She explained with a warm smile, looking more at Ervi than Donnie.
Donnie managed to get out "Mhm hmm" while looking what she figured was a slave over, trying to figure out ways to break her out. Both for the cause and so she could have her way with the woman, hopefully.
Following sounds good
Donnie said.
The woman made a gesture like wiping her forehead to Donnie, and pointed at the taller Twi'lek's forehead as she did it.
Uh...you've got a little...
She muttered as Donnie lifted her hand to her forehead and wiped, getting nothing.
Nono, oth- yeah, there you go.
Their host continued, gesturing to the other side of Donnie's head as she managed to finally get the small amount of Bacta that'd run out from under the bandage. She smiled warmly at her and looked over at Ervi.
If you'd both please follow me, then?
She said, holding an arm out towards the exit on the other side of the landing bay, indicating the direction to go.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 27, 2015 21:28:07 GMT -5
Ervisa blinked a few times, then settled on a big grin. Bax's sudden surge of preparation had impressed the hell out of her. She gave him a hearty clap on the should as she accepted the small box, sliding it into a gap in her bra. The fact he'd planned ahead that well, at least in terms of operational load-out, deeply impressed her. What was more, it managed to make him more attractive.
"Not bad scout, I like you. Got any condoms in there too? Never hurts to think positive."
A little wink, and she slung her rifle over her shoulder and looped her arm around Donnie's, leading the Twi'lek a little more than she had to.
They were met by a purple Twi'lek. Short than Donnie, taller than Ervisa. Body like a gazelle, or a high performance airspeeder, or a rock star riding a tiger made of lightning. It was definitely distracting, as Donnie's eyes kind of rolled up in her head and she looked like she was having a minor stroke. Ervisa's grey eyes rolled up as well, but merely for the sake of sarcastic eye-rolling.
Purple Twi'lek, who introduced herself as Gia, then pointed out Donnie had a bit of a mess going on. Seemed apt, as Ervisa had thus far felt the need to describe her as 'hot mess.' But they started to move toward the medbay at long last, Gia's hind end swaying about like two hams made of jello as she walked. Donnie seemed about to have another mini-stroke, so Ervisa flicked her none-too-gently in the lekku.
"Eyes up front, we're working here honey. You can sex up the help later."
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Post by Mr. Slender on Sept 28, 2015 21:30:19 GMT -5
Truthfully, Bax actually did have had a pouch dedicated to condoms, right next to the one for lube, but only beamed back a smile at his green friend. He knew her question had been rhetorical, yet he almost went ahead and told her, to add to his crazy prepared rep. Still, it was good enough to know that boning Ervi was still a strong maybe, a three didn't sound impossible either.
Before the Junker could comment on Donnie's state now that she had the bandage on, the sudden arrival of a new purple Twi'lek stopped him dead. At first glance he imagined it was Lyra, but knew better. Plus the new girl wasn't quite up to the same hotness level of his Garqi friend. This did bring up a better comparison though: was Donnie hotter than Lyra.
Bax pondered that much for much longer than he really should have, and didn't even get a satisfying conclusion. He honestly couldn't decide, but he was going to be less sad about boning the former than the latter. Not that stem bolts were any different that blasters.
As soon as the girls' guide requested to be followed, Joco shouted the same to him. It goes without saying that Bax would've rather have followed behind the purple Twi'lek than this hairy hutt. Two of the remaining commando droids courteously jogged up to take over pushing the last hover crate, while the junker joined their host in slowly making for the grav lift.
Bax through a quick wave at his two friends with a smile, before they went off on their own.
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Post by The Conman on Sept 28, 2015 22:05:16 GMT -5
Donnie was mid-stare when she felt a sharp sting land on her right lekku, followed by Ervi's comment about sexing up the help. The Twi'lek wasn't sure weather or not to laugh or hit her back, things were sensitive.
"OW."
Donnie said, taking the lekku and wrapping it around her neck, hopefully out of reach of Ervi's fingers.
"They're ATTACHED, you know?"
Donnie said, with more of a joking tone than a mad one. The flick had hurt, but wasn't overly painful, it'd fade in a minute or two, Donnie knew that. What somewhat miffed Donnie, even though she realized Ervi probably had no idea, was that flicking a Twi'leks lekku was what she'd do to a close family member, not some random person she'd met in a bar a few hours prior. The woman wasn't mad, though, Ervi had no idea, and if she did, it didn't matter to Donnie, she'd probably done it to see what she could get away with.
The Twi'lek was about to give Ervi something of a sermon on how grabbing a random Twi'lek's lekku would be like her grabbing Ervi's boobs out of the blue when they came to a doorway and their gorgeous guide stopped and gestured they go inside.
"This is the medbay, after you, please?"
She indicated, the door whooshing open on it's own.
The bay was actually, surprisingly to Donnie, in decent shape. It had a pretty standard layout, a table in the middle, cabnets around the outside, a few mobile lights and machines on wheels in the corners. The lights automatically illuminated the room with bright, yet indirect, plain white light. Gia stepped in and walked around the pair and came to stand at the head of the bed, and nodded towards Donnie.
"Please, have a seat, I'll take a look at your head."
The woman said, gently. Donnie nodded and walked over, not a little excited about getting to get close with her new target for the night. Gia turned around and quickly got out a penlight and stepped out in front of Donnie. The more brown of the pair didn't need instructions for this part, she'd been checked for concussions enough times in her life to know to just let the doc put the light on her eye and not move, which Gia did a few times.
"Good...doesn't look like you've got a concussion, your pupils are working properly..."
She said, turning around and giving Donnie a fantastic view of her rump. She looked over her shoulder towards Ervi and gave her a thumbs up, turning to look back her normal direction just in time for the Purple woman to do the same, she'd put the pen away, and had picked up a bottle of some kind of clear liquid.
"Ok, let's get this dressing off, have a looksie.."
She said, moving around behind Donnie, using the bottle of liquid to help un-stick the bandage without removing the top layers of Donnie's skin with it.
"So, how long have you been here for?"
Donnie asked, not moving her head.
"Me?"
Gia responded.
"No, I mean the green half bald Miri-Of course I mean you!"
She said in a joking tone with a short laugh at the end, hoping her new Nurse would pick up on it, which her sing song laugh indicated she had.
"Ever...I guess, I was born here."
Donnie grimaced. A lifer...wonderful...even if I can get her out she'll always be a bit of a mess still though... Donnie thought to herself. Just as the larger of the two Twi'leks was about to make her pitch to save the woman's life, eternal soul, and Retirement Savings, the bandage came off, along with what felt like the majority of Donnie's scalp and an entire lekku.
"OWWWW, THEY'REATTACHED!"
Donnie yelled, practically feeling the nervousness from the woman behind her, as her hands raced up and grabbed the pounding side of her head the bandage had formerly occupied, specifically the two areas the adhesive pads had been. Her purple companion raced around to the front, apologizing profusely in the process. Donnie brought her hands down and held them up between her and the other member of her species.
"Sokay...I'm sorry, that...just kinda hurt..."
She said, after taking a deep breath to calm down, hands returning to her sides gripping the edge of the mattress to stabilize the woman.
"Uhh...sorry, I grabbed the wrong bottle I think..."
Gia stammered, putting the bottle down awkwardly on the counter top, and stepping back, leaning onto it. Donnie looked over at Ervi, hoping she'd jump in and save her from Gia.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 30, 2015 23:03:25 GMT -5
One constant in the galaxy was that if you'd been in one medbay, you'd been in them all. Could be down to some common design medical types learned, could be construction, but from old CIS ships to a spacer's grubby cupboard, they all looked more or less the same. Ervisa didn't pay it much mind, save to look over the labels. They were in Huttese. Naturally. If need be, she'd rummage. But it didn't seem as if they'd need to, not with Donnie flirting with Gia like it was date-night. It was almost impressive actually, Ervi had to give that crazy tail-head some points for sheer balls. Flirting with possible head trauma? Gutsy. Or stupid. Or both really, they weren't exclusive.
The Mirialan woman sidled over to the wall, running sweaty hands over the smooth leather-like material of her pants, and examined a chart. It had faces making a range of unhappy expressions, with gibberish squiggles of Huttese all about. Presumably it was a pain chart ranging from 'Why am I even here?' to 'Dear gods, kill me.' It was a noise somewhere in-between that Donnie made, which Ervisa spun to face. One of her thick eyebrows was raised, and she eyed the Twi'lek. Judging by the bacta patch ripped off and the watery eyes, it was probably a case of 'ouch that shit hurt.'
If she hadn't known better she might have guessed that Bax offering the patch had been a prank leading to this. Except an expensive prank wasn't so fun. And Bax wasn't that rich. Not by a long shot or he'd have just made it rain credits over them in the bar and they'd have gone to town on a silk bedspread by the light of a hearth full of burning credit chits.
The Mirialan sidled over, ran two fingers over the supple skin on the lekku. Felt fine. Little sticky from the residue, but nothing problematic.
"OK, let me know if this hurts," Ervisa started to move the two fingers at a slight distance, trying to find the areas that might be in pain. Worked for arms, probably worked for headtails. Meanwhile, Ervisa also grabbed the flashlight and double-checked the eye reactions. Those seemed about normal too. Unless poking the headtail made it fall off, this was probably going to be a case of 'double dose of pain pills, shot of whiskey, call it good enough.' That was the merc way. Many a medic had handed those items to Ervisa herself for a hurt anything.
It'd be fine. Or else she'd spontaneously combust or something.
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Post by The Conman on Oct 26, 2015 21:17:27 GMT -5
Donnie nodded slightly at Ervi's instructions, the woman poking around, trying to figure out what exactly hurt she figured. Donnie knew that the skin hadn't been broken, and that she'd probably have more pain from the layers of skin the bandage removed rather than the actual injury. She'd bonked her head more than a few times before, this wasn't her first rodeo. The Twi'lek was pretty sure she wasn't concussed, and Ervi's checks seemed to confirm that.
Ervi poked a tender spot on the base of her right Lek, Donnie grunted and let out a quiet "ow...", inadvertently twitching herself away from the Miralan's fingers.
The woman figured that since Ervi hadn't told her "ohgod it's falling off" or something to that extent, she'd probably be just fine. Given the fact she wasn't concussed, and would probably just have a really bad case of roadburn from the bandage, Donnie decided she'd had enough, and used her right hand to bat Ervi's arms away. The reality was that they needed to get moving, Bax was stuck, alone with the Hutt, and probably in need of figurative, if not literal, rescuing. The Hutt didn't seem like the best conversation partner, not for any extended period of time...that and he was probably slugging around, Bax in tow, showing off his collection of comic books or something, Donnie figured.
Maybe Bax was into that...she wasn't sure, nor did she really care, the woman just wanted Stembolts.
"Ok, I'm fine.." She said flatly, figuring that the lack of medical instruments, bacta, or machines going ping was a good sign. Sometimes, medically at least, no news was good news. She absent mind idly rubbed the sore spot on her lekku, then returned her hand to holding onto the edge of the bed.
"My head still hurts, but, I mean, I'm not gonna drop dead in like 30 seconds or anything...."
She paused, clasped her hands behind her head, and leaned back, basically laying down , far enough to be looking up at Ervi.
"..Am I? " Donnie asked, semi seriously, with a stupid smirk, lekku dangling off the side of the medical bed.
She figured that getting moving would be a good idea, and hoped Ervi would give her a clean...ish...bill of health so they could get moving and she could figure out a way into somebody's pants, few things made her as horny as not dying.
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