Uptown Girl (D2 EN, Shaisha's Lodgings)

[Cole Ormont]

"Does it matter?" he shrugs, swallows the whiskey and sets the glass down on the bar behind him. "Unless there's somewhere you're going with this line of questioning."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Not really," she verbally gave a shrug. "Sounds like I'm a poor conversation partner at the moment... I shall blame the drugs for that, or that it's been a rather long day."

"Allow me to be more polite; how has the Smuggler's Moon treated you so far?"

[Cole Ormont]

He finds himself curiously disappointed as the conversation abruptly changes topic, but he doesn't show it on his face. "It's getting late, and I'd be a poor physician if I denied you your rest."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Being a combination of being woozy from the post-game, drugs, and alcohol, along with a rather stressful last 24 hours, Shaisha's usual sharp wit and keen senses failed her as she did not pick up on Cole's disappointment or change in demeanor.

"Yeah... you're probably right. And you probably should get some rest too. My apologies for dragging you all the way out here, though I appriciate you coming."

[Cole Ormont]

Crossing the room to Shaisha, "you don't need to apologise for asking me to do my job. It's nice to know I'm still useful for something," and he gives her a tight-lipped smile. "Do you need help? Getting up and down's going to be painful for a day or two."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Thank you, but I will manage. Gonna have to get used to standing a lot then the next couple of days, which shouldn't be too hard with everything there is to do." She even still considered getting on her speeder and checking up with Paz in the Red Light District, but he would probably send her straight back home if he knew she was injured... and she'd probably let him get away with ordering her about that too.

"And I'm sure there are many things you are useful for, officer Ormont. Don't be fooled to believe you are less than you are - those are the chains people use to drag you down."

[Cole Ormont]

Cole had found himself mostly at loose ends the first two days on Nar Shaddaa, being summoned to a medical emergency was almost a pleasant distraction, except for the part about someone getting hurt.

"Standing will be fine, moving from standing to sitting to lying, or the reverse will put pressure on the ribcage, so it will be uncomfortable. I'll leave you something to take in the morning." He rattles about in his kit and produces a small vial that can be loaded into a stimpack, "use it before you try to get out of bed."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Ugh... She quickly chided herself quietly for getting annoyed with a guy who was only doing his job, and probably doing it out of good-will too.

"Thanks. Will try to remember that when I wake up... and will let you know if it's not healing well, but I suspect you're good at your job and it won't be a problem." Bigger problem was probably going to be the patient.

"Maybe next time, it will be under better circumstances, even if this sort of thing is your element?"

[Cole Ormont]

His brow furrowed, only slightly, "Shaisha. Thank you for calling me, even if it was because you had no other options. And trust me on the painkillers. First thing in the morning? When your muscles are cold from being at rest for so long? You're going to feel it."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"I know, I know..." she chuckled weakly. "Doctor's orders. I promise I will do it."

She wasn't the best at being honest, but at least for now she was.

[Cole Ormont]

"Then I'll see myself out," Cole thought about instructing her to stay off the huttball court for at least two days, but he doubted, strongly, that she'd comply. If I somehow find myself on a huttball court again, I hope she's not the opposition.

"Good night, ma'am."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Good night, officer," Shaisha gave him a wave, not protesting that he would show himself out. "Tread carefully out there."

[Cole Ormont]

"I will," and Cole sauntered out, much more casually than the manner by which he had entered.


/exit

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Shaisha slumped further down on the divan and finished her glass of rum. How reckless it had been of her to get injured like this.

The challenge of rising up from her spot and brave the stairs up to her bed would have to come later. Right now, she took the moment to reflect on the day... how much things had changed in 24 hours. The person who had been her foster-mother over the last 10 years turned out to be a top-agent of Baras gone rogue, which was a strange thought just in itself.

Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to the darkness of the Force, tapping into the abundance of life and activity on Nar Shaddaa which was like a stark contrast to the dead world of Nathema.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Drifting into the border between dreaming and tapping into the echoes of the Force, images began to float before her like snowflakes in a blizzard... which soon turned to the tropical rain of Dromund Kaas.

The Citadel loomed before her like a massive beast, with a deep unsatiable hunger lurking within its depths. But as she tried to approach, a female Sith stepped in front of her.



Her mother.

One of her blades ignited, her tone cold and authorative. "You will not go further. Death awaits within, and death awaits you if you stay."

Shaisha tried to raise her voice to protest, but it felt as dry as the wastes of Korriban and no sound came out. But she did not move either. And so Captain Sheliana advanced on her with her drawn lightsaber...

And Shaisha jolted awake, and the pain of the sudden movement sobered her up quickly from her vision. "Ow... right... time to crawl up the stairs to bed..."

/scene