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thechoiceisyours
2016-04-25 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey Lilith, hope you don't mind an emergency call out of nowhere. Chris' voice is a little higher pitched than usual from stress, and his calm tone is obviously forced.]
Um, Lilith, any chance you can get to Delight's bar like, as soon as possible?
[There's kind of been a situation.]
Um, Lilith, any chance you can get to Delight's bar like, as soon as possible?
[There's kind of been a situation.]
[Lilith's not in the best shape herself, having dealt with her own mess not very long ago, but... Chris never calls her. Needless to say, this isn't some simple social call.] Some... stuff came up earlier. [she says, with a little difficulty. There's the faint sound of fabric tearing in the background-- she's binding up a particularly nasty gash.] It might take me a little longer, but I'll make it.
Give me one minute.
...And twenty-five seconds.
Give me one minute.
...And twenty-five seconds.
Edited 2016-04-25 18:34 (UTC)
Okay.
[He's not about to be picky in this situation, and despite everything going on he catches her tone and the sound of ripping fabric.]
Are you... Are you okay?
[He's not about to be picky in this situation, and despite everything going on he catches her tone and the sound of ripping fabric.]
Are you... Are you okay?
[Maketh had been carried before as an adult, once by an over-zealous storm trooper who had decided the fastest way to get her out of danger was not to lay down suppressing fire and call in for back up, but rather toss her over his shoulder and make a run for it. Once, also, by a bounce who'd declared her over the limit and then promptly dumped her outside. Maketh had enjoyed neither situation. She isn't enjoying this one much either, but recognizes the need.
At any rate, she's making an effort to stay as still as possible.] Thank you, Lilith.
At any rate, she's making an effort to stay as still as possible.] Thank you, Lilith.
[Following this]
[This is one of several such messages that she's sent lately. Maketh runs a hand through her hair.]
There's a man here. From my world. He calls himself General Hux.
I thought it -- prudent, to warn you.
[This is one of several such messages that she's sent lately. Maketh runs a hand through her hair.]
There's a man here. From my world. He calls himself General Hux.
I thought it -- prudent, to warn you.
He claims as much and he has the proper stripes on his uniform.
[Even if the uniform itself isn't quite right. Maketh shakes her head.]
Not -- not the Empire, exactly. Perhaps what came after the Empire. He's not from my time.
Be safe, Lilith. Promise me.
[Even if the uniform itself isn't quite right. Maketh shakes her head.]
Not -- not the Empire, exactly. Perhaps what came after the Empire. He's not from my time.
Be safe, Lilith. Promise me.
[Her effort's appreciated. On top of her own injuries, Lilith's not used to carrying anyone like this, ever: she'd hauled Nick over her shoulder rather indelicately earlier, and the only member of her team who was small enough for her to feasibly carry would never hear of it even if it were needed. (Mordecai's sensitive ego. Or something.)
If she could phase others, this would be so much easier. But she would never have just left Maketh there.]
Don't mention it. I wish I'd had a better healing kit on me so you'd have been up right away, but them's the breaks...
If she could phase others, this would be so much easier. But she would never have just left Maketh there.]
Don't mention it. I wish I'd had a better healing kit on me so you'd have been up right away, but them's the breaks...
[That would have been helpful, certainly, but as Lilith said - them's the breaks. Maketh closes her eyes briefly, focusing on her breathing. In and out. Steady on the exhale. There you go.] It's better than being dead, I'd say.
[Maketh has to fight back the horribly childish impulse to snap that she asked first, but this isn't the moment. This is important, in some deep and previously unrealized way. Lilith is important.
She nods just once.] You have my word.
She nods just once.] You have my word.
[Maketh does have to smile at that.] Thank you. I do -- appreciate that.
I'm not certain that he will, but...the possibility remains. Whoever he serves still uses the Empire's symbol.
I'm not certain that he will, but...the possibility remains. Whoever he serves still uses the Empire's symbol.
There's at least a dozen big-name weapon corporations back where I'm from, and the largest of them have their grubby little fingers in politics. All of them have been the same. Take it from an outlaw: an empire is always gonna be an empire.
[Not to mention that Maketh's anxious enough to have pulled her aside like this. Even if they're always in touch, Lilith very rarely gets personalized warnings.]
Want me to keep an eye on him?
[Not to mention that Maketh's anxious enough to have pulled her aside like this. Even if they're always in touch, Lilith very rarely gets personalized warnings.]
Want me to keep an eye on him?
Yes. [Maketh closes her eyes briefly.] I'd never seen her before.
[But somehow, the gods had made that enough.]
[But somehow, the gods had made that enough.]
One falls, another rises.
[Someone said that once. Maybe a Jedi? Maketh can't quite remember. She shakes her head.]
Yes. Quietly, if you can. I don't want him marshaling allies unless we know about it first.
[Someone said that once. Maybe a Jedi? Maketh can't quite remember. She shakes her head.]
Yes. Quietly, if you can. I don't want him marshaling allies unless we know about it first.
[Maketh smiles gently.]
Thank you. It's...good to know I have people on my side.
Thank you. It's...good to know I have people on my side.
[Part of Maketh really wants to reach out and hug Lilith then. She clears her throat instead.] Of course. I don't want to risk anything with him. Not now, not with these people.
[The sentiment's not lost on her, even over the phone. Her smile wanes, both as she returns to the serious topic and out of embarrassment for how earnest she'd just been.]
Think about yourself too, Maketh. He'd probably be gunning for you first, since you're the one who'd be onto him first. Takes an Imperial to know an Imperial, you know.
Think about yourself too, Maketh. He'd probably be gunning for you first, since you're the one who'd be onto him first. Takes an Imperial to know an Imperial, you know.
True. He's made it clear he dislikes me. [The feeling is mutual. Maketh may or may not have fantasized repeatedly about hitting him with a rock and leaving him for the monsters to find.] It would help if I knew more about...well, whatever he serves. It came from the Empire, but it's not the same.
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