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etraya2024-04-11 12:45 pm
morethan084) wrote in etraya2024-04-11 12:45 pm
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UN: d.johnson | Audio
[OOC: CW: Broken bones, poison, stabbing and general injuries might be mentioned throughout this thread.]
[Daisy knows she's supposed to be resting, but how can she when the person who attacked her is still out there? Her voice is weak, but the anger is there all the same.]
I was attacked last night. Whoever it is, they're still out there.
[She says to start, swallowing thickly as another wave of pain washes over her.]
I don't have a good description on them, other than they had some sort of metal suit and carried a staff.
[Daisy knows she's supposed to be resting, but how can she when the person who attacked her is still out there? Her voice is weak, but the anger is there all the same.]
I was attacked last night. Whoever it is, they're still out there.
[She says to start, swallowing thickly as another wave of pain washes over her.]
I don't have a good description on them, other than they had some sort of metal suit and carried a staff.
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What is it?
[She hears his demand, but she wants an answer first.]
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because few things illicit that sort of kneejerk response from people as a whole. and from what little she's gleaned here about mandalorians, probably less startles them. so was that a fear response? exactly what sort of weapon is she currently looking at, and how dangerous must it be to demand immediate action on the end of a man dressed in thick metal armor. and, two like minds here, what is that supposed to mean for daisy?
the hospital isn't a far walk from here, clarke thinks she could also manage to track down a companion bot and request services. but at least in this moment she's rooted to the sidewalk, a latent bolt of adrenaline sinking through her legs and gluing her feet in place. fett's video feed blips out of sight, daisy asks the most important question. and she just stays silent and still, waiting... )
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[ Fett's voice is all ice on those last words. He still remembers the first time he'd watched the Vong use their so-called yorik-kul on a prisoner: they'd rammed it straight through the man's sternum while he'd screamed and screamed. It should have killed him; it didn't. Fett still regrets not putting the poor wretch out of his misery when he'd had the chance, but he'd had his own role to play in that long, calamitous war, and it hadn't been a pretty one. ]
Whoever attacked you, they weren't trying to kill you; they were trying to enslave you.
[ And it was a Mandalorian who'd done this? Fett feels a rare surge of anger. His people had played a key and ugly role in fighting the Yuuzhan Vong and they'd paid dearly for it. What kind of Mandalorian turns around after something like that and starts doing their enemy's dirty work for them? ]
Have you felt any different mentally since the attack? Any disembodied voices or strange compulsions?
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She can’t help but think of the Kree and their creation of the Inhumans.
Swallowing thickly, Daisy tries to focus on her foggy memories and think back to the last few hours that she’s been in and out of consciousness.]
No, I don’t think so. How long would it take for that to start happening?
[She doesn’t want to know, but she needs to know.]
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[ Fortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case for the woman now. Fett thinks it over. ]
It's supposed to place you under the control of a Vong mass-coordinator, but I doubt any exist here. There might not be any orders for you to receive.
[ A pause. ]
You also aren't still screaming, [ he points out. ] So whatever treatment they gave you at the hospital seems to be working.
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Well that’s—
Comforting.
[Or as comforting as one can feel after finding out someone attempted to control her.]
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He says nothing more, his feed going silent as he focuses on finding his way to Clarke and the yorik-kul. He moves quickly and within minutes he's approaching her position, where she's still standing guard over the blade. He says no word of greeting. He just strides over, picks the sharpened lump of coral off the ground—his own hands, as always, covered with thickly padded gloves—and places it into one of the larger pouches at his side. It might be easy to mistake his brisk efficiency for nonchalance. Really, he's just trying to minimize the time he actually spends handling the blasted thing.
His helmet turns towards Clarke. ]
A blade for a blade. Guess this makes us even.
[ It's another bit of suspect serendipity—Clarke helping to find the yorik-kul after Fett had returned her own knife. Though, perhaps this time is actually a coincidence. Fett doesn't know how Echo could have engineered such a series of events.
He reactivates his comm device, shooting a message to Daisy again. ]
Any word on the incinerator?
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Don’t think they have one.
[She explains, her speech slow as she tries to focus on talking. Whatever medication they had given her, it was strong.]
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clarke favors the metal shrouded man with wary side eye; buttons her lips together to prevent outright asking you sure you should do that? because at the end of the day, what does she know. she'd never seen organically grown poisonous blades and would be genuinely content to never see one again, the bulbus yorik-kul is unnervingly ugly to the point it makes her skin crawl. but he packs it away, and asks after the incinerator again, and poor bedridden daisy bears the bad news.
but — oh. in the vein of unpleasant reminders from their home-worlds, clarke does suddenly have an idea for a plan b. )
Is fire necessary? If so I do have — ( her own kidney floating in a jar of formaldehyde back in her apartment, but it doesn't need all that preservative... ) — an accelerant.
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Did you ask?
[ He knows it's no use. He recognizes the sleepy, slightly-slurred speech as that of someone on some very high-quality painkillers. He wonders if it would be worth going to the hospital and asking about an incinerator himself, though he doesn't relish the potential questions doing so might invite. He certainly doesn't trust any of Echo's droids to carry out the incineration without him there. ]
Just need to make sure there are no shards of it left intact, [ Fett answers Clarke gruffly. ] Fire'd be the most convenient way.
[ He has an accelerant, too—the fuel in his wrist-mounted flamethrower—but his is in short supply and with no obvious means yet of replenishing it, he's inclined to accept Clarke's offer. ]
You can go get it. Just be prepared for a trek if you want to tag along.
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[Or there is, but it's hard to tell when her eyes are closed. When had they closed? She opens them, her vision hazy and she doesn't see any of the robots nearby.]
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to daisy: )
Hey, how about you just rest, okay? We'll take care of this. You said you were being looked after, yeah? Give your caretaker our usernames if they need to follow up on anything.
( she also wants to caution whomever is at daisy's side — be it person or companion bot — to be on the lookout for whatever rogue mandalorian is running around, just in case they came by to check on the progress of their poison or make another attempt on the other woman's life, but bites her tongue. that feels like sewing the seeds of paranoia, and not everyone has to worry to the same degree clarke does.
then to fett, after a brief pause and a silent nod to acknowledge she's in this and always down for a trek: )
Give me five minutes.