[D7 EM] Waking up blue

[Durasay Mixo]

"Not well. There were times I woke up, thinking someone was coming through the door. Scared one of the nurses when I had my blaster leveled at him." He chuckled slightly, shaking his head. "I didn't creepily watch you sleep, princess. Or try to pull a sleeping beauty." Again, the levity his voice tried to maintain just wasn't there, but he did look to Alysele for quite a long time.

"You don't need to worry yourself about me. You're the one lying in a hospital bed, trying to keep most of your blood on the inside."

[Alysele Cortess]

"At least you didn't blast him." She smiled weakly. "There's not much to worry about. I'm here, I'm healing. I'm resting." She shrugged. "And I'm not worried. I think I can still take you." She winked at him. "Possibly."

She reached out to her saber, and extended it to him. Her hand was barely touching it. "Want to give it a try?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Well, you won't find out today, that's for sure." He winked back at her, before looking at the offered saber. His eyes seemed to widen, as she held it out. "... I'd be honored for the opportunity, Lady Cortess." Standing from the chair, he moved to her bed side, taking a hold of the curved hilt. His fingers moved over the elegant design, feeling the weight of it, the sensation.

There was a deep sense of reverence, as he let it sit in his hand. Taking a small step back, taking great pains to make sure he was not around anything that could easily be destroy. Holding it as he had seen her in combat.

Snap-hiss! The blade emitted from the end, the cyan color illuminating the room. Vroowm-vroowm. It hummed to life as he slowly moved it, examining the weapon. "How do you fight with this? The balance is nothing like a vibro sword. I feel almost... clumsy. But... this is amazing." He was awestruck by the weapon.

And he knew he wanted one...

[Alysele Cortess]

Alysele smiled. Like a child. She let out a small giggle.

"Very carefully. Don't think of it as as sword. That way lies madness." She held out her hand, as if she were holding the saber. "The only weight is in the hilt, so that is driving your movements. Don't touch anything with it. I don't think the Hutts would be happy."

She turned her hand. "Try drawing some circles in the air. Get a feel."

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay did as instructed. His grip firm at the curve of the hilt, pointing the blade straight forwards. The hum pleasing to his ears as he watched the end of the weapon trace lines in the air. "For something that should be instant death, you'd think the hilt would feel unbearably hot." His words were traced with inspiration. A step forwards, following the foot work of a starship boarding party. Thrust. En garde.

At least he didn't point the dangerous end at his face when he had been investigating it before lighting it.

"Your saber is beautiful... makes sense why, though. And the elegance is amazing. A more civilized weapon."

[Alysele Cortess]

"Crystals." She said in a grave voice, laughing at the end.

"Makashi style is like that. It is conditioned for one on one dueling. Jo'ren's style is Shii-Cho, the first style. That one evolved from swordfighting, and still builds from that." She shrugged, her voice lowering. "I thought I was talented, but it turns out not necessarily."

[Durasay Mixo]

"How many forms are there?" He took a few more slow, deliberate motions with his wrist, enlarging the circle of death in front of him, before deactivating the blade. Gently looking it over again, before setting it upon her night stand. Knowledge of the Force was one thing.

The intricacies of the deadly art practiced by both the Jedi and the Sith? That was something else entirely. "Or is it something you aren't really allowed to talk about? And from what I saw, you are talented. They just had some crazy armor. I've never seen anything just put up with so much punishment."

[Alysele Cortess]

"How many forms are there?" He took a few more slow, deliberate motions with his wrist, enlarging the circle of death in front of him, before deactivating the blade. Gently looking it over again, before setting it upon her night stand. Knowledge of the Force was one thing.

The intricacies of the deadly art practiced by both the Jedi and the Sith? That was something else entirely. "Or is it something you aren't really allowed to talk about? And from what I saw, you are talented. They just had some crazy armor. I've never seen anything just put up with so much punishment."

"Six that I know of." She observed his motions, a small smile playing at her lips. "You have much to compare? Seen many other saber users? Yeah, that armor is bad news. Wonder where they got it."

[Durasay Mixo]

"It looked custom, from what we saw. Nothing on the mass market." His demeanor turned serious once more. Folding his arms across his chest, he pursed bis lips.

"No, not a lot to compare to. But I've seen other duelists and sword fighters."

[Alysele Cortess]

"I could use armor like that. Would make life easier." She glanced at the saber. "Perhaps." She pursed her lips in thought.

"Oh? Seen a lot of action then?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"I served in the Pantoran Planetary Forces after I was dome with school. Served aboard a corvette. Mainly against pirates and smugglers, some slavers." He turned to look at Alysele, buttoning up the cross glap of his jacket.

"Boarding parties can be quite... violent."

[Alysele Cortess]

"Oh? A veteran then?" She smiled. "Commander Blue. How'd you get away from that, and... here." She gestured helplessly into the air.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Captain Blue, thank you very much." He grinned a bit sheepishly, finally finding it easier to relax. He moved to the edge of her hospital bed, sitting down next to her.

"That's a long, mostly boring story. Punctuated with brief flashes of danger and excitement. After I mustered out, I had a severe case of wanderlust. I found myself just traveling the Outer Rim. Coming to frontier worlds, sometimes bringing the law with me." He sighed slightly, a small laugh. "After awhile, I crossed paths with the Tortoise. Hit it off with the crew, and have traveled with them ever since."

[Alysele Cortess]

She moved her legs away, to make sure he had enough space. "Oh, wanderlust. What a terrible affliction." She smiled. "Sometimes? It seems to me that you're always taking the law with you. It's like a bad jacket."

[Durasay Mixo]

"But I wear it well, no?" He looked to her, offering a truly warm smile. "I guess I never grew out of that phase of adolescence. Looking for adventure. Danger. Always looking out to the horizon." Shaking his head, his left hand placed on the bed sheet next to him.

"Maybe that wanderlust spread to my crew, and is why we ended up here. No. I do think the Force brought me here. I just don't know why yet."

[Alysele Cortess]

She giggled. "With some flair even." She tucked her legs under her. "Well... anything else happen to you besides..." She gestured to herself. "Tending to a useless Jedi? Met any other Force Sensitives, besides the luncheon?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Not really. Outside of this week, I've never really been around so many." He thought for a moment, thinking back over his adventures. He shot a deadpan look at her.

"I don't think you're useless."

[Alysele Cortess]

"Were you watching me fall on my dainty ass, or just plain watching my dainty ass?" She asked, some of her old ferocity crawling back up. "He beat me. Twice. Hell, it took him less time the second round."

[Durasay Mixo]

"No comment." He flushed slightly, before narrowing his gaze again. "The second time he also had a goon on you, too. He knew you were skilled one on one. We underestimated him, and his cult. Simple as that."

His words seemed to feed off of her energy, a slight bite to them.

"He adapted because he learned from fight one."

[Alysele Cortess]

"Well, he outsmarted us." Abe sbrugged. "If I can't fight his goon, maybe I'm not good enough."

She sighed. "Hopefully he's still licking his wounds for a few days more."

[Durasay Mixo]

"Then we outsmart him back. We took down his posse, and now he's probably on the run. With no gangs wanting to lend aid to lose support from the Hutts, he's going to act like a cornered animal." He folded his hands into his lap, thinking out loud. His mind racing with ways to encounter Azanak again, and to end this, before the week was out.

"You keep up this self doubt, I'm gonna toss you out of this bed, and make you fight me."

[Alysele Cortess]

"Posse? Really?" She raised an eyebrow, and let out a small laugh. "That is how we refer to them now?"

She smirked. "Fight you, really? A dainty thing like me? You like it rough then?" She blushed and looked away. "Sorry."

[Durasay Mixo]

"And if I do?" The words escaped before he thought what he was saying. That purple hue taking a hold once more. "No... I'm sorry. I should have thought that through."

He laughed again, his white teeth shining through the laugh. "You don't say posse on the core worlds?"

[Alysele Cortess]

Alysele slowly looked back up, blushing as well. "Well...not unless you're part of an old timey holo vid about the dangers of the Outer Rim? The Lonely Knight, perhaps. Not sure if you saw those, or had those?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"I'm not familiar with the work." He locked his gaze with hers. "Maybe you could show me sometime?" What was he asking? Why was he asking...

He cursed inwardly. She's healing up after nearly bleeding out.

"Hopefully it isn't full of bad stereotypes about the Outer rim."