Post by Darth Kairos on Nov 27, 2015 11:13:02 GMT
Adrenaline had kept Athor going - and it left him like a breath as soon as he saw Krayt's shuttle disappear. He gave the command to Arsix - and then his entire body gave out, wracking him with waves of pain. Athor slumped against the control panel, and white pain ate the world away. He felt a deep vibration against his head, saw space outside change from black to mottled blue, white - his whole world was white, and then his whole world was black.
---
Mara bit out a curse as the shuttle jumped away, finally easing up on the lasers. A shadow-bomb or a glop-bomb could have done it, but the damn Sith would have just thrown them straight back at her. But her frustration only gnawed at her until the other Jedi formed up around her, their minds full of questions and concern, and she realised just how lucky she was to be alive. They'd lost the frigate, they'd lost Jaden - but they'd gotten a good look at somebody who was clearly high-ranking, and they had the base on the planet to go through.
And they had another Brotherhood Sith.
Mara opened a channel and vectored towards Jaden's StealthX. First thing's first - get him down to the planet, and get her (practically skinless) back treated before her body realised there wasn't any danger anymore and stopped the adrenaline.
"Alright Sith, bring your starfighter around," she instructed. "We'll guide you down to the planet and get your wound - oh, dammit."
She watched the damaged StealthX disappear into hyperspace, and sighed.
---
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound drummed at Athor's head, until his eyes finally opened. The cockpit looked like it was covered in film, milky and blurry. Finally he focused on the source of the beeping, and saw a light flashing above a screen.
FUEL CELLS DEPLETED
OXYGEN LEVELS CRITICAL
Some pain-wracked part of Athor's brain comprehended the meaning. With great, ponderous effort, he eased himself upright, forcing down nausea every time the metal between his ribs shifted. He didn't have a flight suit, but looking around the cockpit he found a helmet, pulled it on. It was meant for a human, but as he finnicked with it he felt a pressure seal engage between his head-tresses. His hands were already covered with gloves, everything else by a thick cloak. It wasn't much, but it'd have to do.
Red text scrolled across the screen. Athor managed to focus on it.
DIRECTIVE ONE CLEAR
YOU AREN'T JEDI
JADEN WOULD HAVE WANTED YOU TO HAVE CHANCE
DISTRESS SIGNAL SENT
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU
Athor finally looked up, past the scopes, and saw a planet beyond the ship's nose. And, all around them, ships. Something dropped beneath his seat, and the canopy blew off. Force crushed Athor into his seat as he rocketed upwards, and a moment later a wave of light engulfed him and sent his seat tumbling as the X-Wing detonated brilliantly. White pain ate his world away in one bite.
---
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
This time, when his eyes finally cracked open, he saw it was a heart monitor. Gradually, Athor's strength returned to him - he opened his eyes wider, took in his surroundings. White bed sheets, moth-eaten curtain, old equipment - dingy medcenter. When he could move his arms, he slowly traced them to his wound, and found bandages over it. Pain stung at him when he pressed on it - but nothing but his own skin and bone pressed back. The shrapnel was gone. Tired as he was, this time it was blackness that ate away at the world.
---
Music was playing as he roused once more. He came too much more quickly this time, taking in his surroundings; same curtain, same equipment. Comm unit on the table, playing music. Somebody moving about behind the curtain - nurse, female, human, moving about his bed. He shifted, and she noticed him.
"Good, you're finally awake," she said gently, smiling at him. "You've been in and out for nearly a week since we brought you in. One of the transports brought you in - they said they found you half frozen to death in space, after your ship blew. Don't worry, we patched you up as best we could. How are you feeling? Can you tell us your name?"
---
Mara bit out a curse as the shuttle jumped away, finally easing up on the lasers. A shadow-bomb or a glop-bomb could have done it, but the damn Sith would have just thrown them straight back at her. But her frustration only gnawed at her until the other Jedi formed up around her, their minds full of questions and concern, and she realised just how lucky she was to be alive. They'd lost the frigate, they'd lost Jaden - but they'd gotten a good look at somebody who was clearly high-ranking, and they had the base on the planet to go through.
And they had another Brotherhood Sith.
Mara opened a channel and vectored towards Jaden's StealthX. First thing's first - get him down to the planet, and get her (practically skinless) back treated before her body realised there wasn't any danger anymore and stopped the adrenaline.
"Alright Sith, bring your starfighter around," she instructed. "We'll guide you down to the planet and get your wound - oh, dammit."
She watched the damaged StealthX disappear into hyperspace, and sighed.
---
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound drummed at Athor's head, until his eyes finally opened. The cockpit looked like it was covered in film, milky and blurry. Finally he focused on the source of the beeping, and saw a light flashing above a screen.
FUEL CELLS DEPLETED
OXYGEN LEVELS CRITICAL
Some pain-wracked part of Athor's brain comprehended the meaning. With great, ponderous effort, he eased himself upright, forcing down nausea every time the metal between his ribs shifted. He didn't have a flight suit, but looking around the cockpit he found a helmet, pulled it on. It was meant for a human, but as he finnicked with it he felt a pressure seal engage between his head-tresses. His hands were already covered with gloves, everything else by a thick cloak. It wasn't much, but it'd have to do.
Red text scrolled across the screen. Athor managed to focus on it.
DIRECTIVE ONE CLEAR
YOU AREN'T JEDI
JADEN WOULD HAVE WANTED YOU TO HAVE CHANCE
DISTRESS SIGNAL SENT
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU
Athor finally looked up, past the scopes, and saw a planet beyond the ship's nose. And, all around them, ships. Something dropped beneath his seat, and the canopy blew off. Force crushed Athor into his seat as he rocketed upwards, and a moment later a wave of light engulfed him and sent his seat tumbling as the X-Wing detonated brilliantly. White pain ate his world away in one bite.
---
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
This time, when his eyes finally cracked open, he saw it was a heart monitor. Gradually, Athor's strength returned to him - he opened his eyes wider, took in his surroundings. White bed sheets, moth-eaten curtain, old equipment - dingy medcenter. When he could move his arms, he slowly traced them to his wound, and found bandages over it. Pain stung at him when he pressed on it - but nothing but his own skin and bone pressed back. The shrapnel was gone. Tired as he was, this time it was blackness that ate away at the world.
---
Music was playing as he roused once more. He came too much more quickly this time, taking in his surroundings; same curtain, same equipment. Comm unit on the table, playing music. Somebody moving about behind the curtain - nurse, female, human, moving about his bed. He shifted, and she noticed him.
"Good, you're finally awake," she said gently, smiling at him. "You've been in and out for nearly a week since we brought you in. One of the transports brought you in - they said they found you half frozen to death in space, after your ship blew. Don't worry, we patched you up as best we could. How are you feeling? Can you tell us your name?"