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revivalproject2023-04-03 06:31 pm
out_of_order) wrote in revivalproject2023-04-03 06:31 pm
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[A flare of light, a glimpse of sky. A groan in pain and a perhaps familiar if panicked beeping.
There's a brief glimpse of the little bipedal droid as he dashes by while the tablet settles, still propped up at an angle, although at most they only capture the edge of a pair of boots.]
-ow, ow... Great timing as usual. Yeah BeeDee, I'm fine, I'm-
[The boots shift, accompanied by an off-screen hiss as Cal sucks in a sharp breath, and for a moment he stills, a thoughtful silence settling in. It's broken by BD-1's scrabbling about, pausing before his boxlike head dips down to peer directly into the communicator's camera. He hoots inquiringly.]
...Hm? What is it, buddy?
[Those boots drag themselves off-screen, and then the camera moves as it's picked up. Cal frowns a moment before his brow eases with a weary smile.]
Hey Temba.
There's a brief glimpse of the little bipedal droid as he dashes by while the tablet settles, still propped up at an angle, although at most they only capture the edge of a pair of boots.]
-ow, ow... Great timing as usual. Yeah BeeDee, I'm fine, I'm-
[The boots shift, accompanied by an off-screen hiss as Cal sucks in a sharp breath, and for a moment he stills, a thoughtful silence settling in. It's broken by BD-1's scrabbling about, pausing before his boxlike head dips down to peer directly into the communicator's camera. He hoots inquiringly.]
...Hm? What is it, buddy?
[Those boots drag themselves off-screen, and then the camera moves as it's picked up. Cal frowns a moment before his brow eases with a weary smile.]
Hey Temba.
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But more positively, they have an escort in BD-1. The Soldier trusts that the droid will alert them if it senses any danger; it puts his mind somewhat at ease and he focuses instead on keeping a steady pace to not jostle his passenger. Well, within reason; he knows there are bound to be a few bumps in the ride when they have to navigate bits of tricky street.]
You have a plan for patching yourself up once we get there?
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[Cal grimaces, more so in recalling what had happened than any fresh discomfort from their steady trek.]
Have some healing stims at the shop. Those should help.
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[Honestly, could have been much worse considering what lightsabers could do. Luckily Cal escaped mostly intact.
And Cal's words called to mind the Soldier's own self-sufficiency; it was probably a part of why they got along.]
That sounds like it's one of those useful but miserable things. Like here this will help but it's also gonna make you miserable.
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[So long as no one's been rooting around the place while he was gone, but Mini had said he'd kept an eye on things.
Cal breathes a laugh, and immediately regrets it.]
-yeah, no, you're not wrong. I think I should have something else to help though. Something someone else left me.
...alternatively I guess I can bother Billy if he's still around.
[Merrin had said she'd made a healing potion from the Water of Life of her homeworld. He's not sure how that works exactly though, and Dathomir's not exactly the most inspiring place that he'd think of for healing, but he'd kept it anyway. Now, did he really want to try using it?]
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[If anyone had helped themselves while Cal was away; the Soldier didn't know. Surely the workshop may have tempted someone.
He frowned faintly at that laugh, sure that it had to hurt. He'd have to make sure he didn't say anything else that would cause similar reaction. Best to keep the conversation as steady as possible.]
Billy is still around. I can ask him for you, if needed. I don't think he would consider it a bother.
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At the very least he was mindful to keep his lightsabers and things like Merrin's potion somewhere less obvious for anyone who thought it might be fun to snoop around. Tools and first aid supplies could at least be used for good reasons.]
Might take you up on that, then. Still not sure how he does it, but he'd be the only one I could think of that'd be able to patch up a lightsaber wound.
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Still, there are more supplies available now than there were even a year ago. There's a good chance Cal's space remains untouched.]
I've trusted him when I've needed maintenance, if it helps. He's been able to deal with that.
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Once we get to my place, then. Won't hurt to have a second opinion anyway.
[Funny what they don't teach you when you're training to be a Jedi. Or maybe he just hadn't gotten to that lesson yet. ...or maybe they just never figured you'd have your own lightsaber turned against you during after-infiltration escape that was going very badly.
It's hard to tell whether that's a rueful grin or a grimace, probably a bit of both. Cal figures it's a good thing he can find some weird humor at the situation. Either that or he just needs a lot more rest. ...probably both on that matter too.
BD-1 scuttles up the first turn off from the main road, pausing again to wait for them before continuing up.]
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[Fortunately they're not very far from their destination, and BD-1 an excellent guide. The Soldier has been able to cue off the little droid's footsteps to find the easiest path, hopefully making Cal's ride as comfortable as possible.]
I'm glad, that you're mostly intact. [Shut up it's not concern, it's practicality.] This place is not always kind.
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[It's not far once they start heading up, the workshop being the first building up the way. BD-1 beeps enthusiastically and jets up to hit the keypad by the door to open it for them.
...baw, you do care!Cal grins wryly.]Yeah, hard to forget that about this place. ...but thanks.
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But no matter; they've arrived, and Cal's little companion droid proves his usefulness once again by opening the door for them. Inside the workshop look undisturbed to the Soldier's eyes, but he admittedly isn't here at all often and wouldn't know what to look for in comparison.
He tries to brush off the thanks though; it's a little difficult to accept.]
Do you have a bed or some place you'd like to lay?
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[The little droid hoots, waiting for them to step inside before he runs in after.]
Yeah? Sorry to hear that. Guess I can't blame you there. Just one bad experience is enough to ruin one's perspective on things. Although the opposite isn't impossible either.
Oh, back room.
[His bed's little more than a cot but it's what he's been used to. The space in the smaller room isn't cluttered at all, consisting of sleep-space, a personal worktable and some shelves on the wall that hold some of the Agrii's strange ideas of gifts, like those glitter-dusted plushies, and an odd collection of plants that at least haven't all shriveled up in Cal's absence. But if there's any question as to whose collection that really is, well, it's the first place BD-1 goes to check on once they step inside.]
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[The Soldier would have to be dying before he allowed a doctor to work on him and even then he would probably just accept death. But Cal doesn't need to hear that or to think about what it might mean; he had his own injury on which to focus.]
Here, careful. [Laying Cal down on the cot is about as awkward as picking him up, but it's also relatively uneventful and hopefully as painless as possible. The Soldier rolls his shoulders as he straightens, stretching out muscles; the plates in his arm ripple from shoulder to fingertips.]
Do you want help dressing the wound? [His eyes rove the space, taking in the small, personal touches. Minimalist and clean, yet still showing something in personality; he could appreciate the balance.]
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You good? [He doubts he's strained the Soldier, although while it's fascinating watching how the metal plating of the man's arm moves, the Jedi figures it can't hurt to ask.]
I think I can manage. But if you can grab the box from under the worktable there, that'd help.
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I am. [Truly it's more the desire to move the muscles after holding mostly immobile.] You're not heavy.
[He can retrieve the box at least, so Cal doesn't have to get back up. And so BD-1 doesn't have to abandon his job of checking the collection of little plants.]
I can step outside to give you your privacy if you prefer.
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Cal takes the box with another quiet thanks. He probably could have used the Force, but he is still feeling worn out as it is. At least he's somewhere he can really rest.]
Doesn't matter either way. But you got me here, so you don't have to stick around if you've got other things to do too.
[He tugs off his glove before working on the buckles of the harness strapped over his vest.]
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There's a moment of internal debate; Cal gives a clear enough out but the Soldier knows how difficult bandaging one's own wounds can be. He watches the movements of the other man's hands before moving to sit behind him, to assist with the harness. And whatever else needs to go.]
Nothing so pressing that I can't be an extra pair of hands.
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[Cal however doesn't argue once the Soldier's already settled in to help remove his gear. The straps are what would've given him the most trouble, so the additional hands helping get things up and over his head without him having to twist about helps out immensely. He won't be able to avoid a bit of extra movement when it comes to getting his shirt off but at least it won't take long this way.
Here's someone who's definitely been through a lot. His pale skin hosts a collection of bruises, both healing and relatively new, old scars and burns, aside from the obvious wound that looks even worse now that it's plain to see.
Cal unwinds some of the bandaging to hold in place as he gets it around his front to start with, reaching back to hand it off.]
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[Banter? Perish the thought. At least there's no commentary on the condition of skin once it's bared; the Soldier has no room to talk. And he's seen (and caused) his share of ugly wounds. At least the lightsaber can cauterize what it cuts; much cleaner in that regard than the Soldier's knives.]
Let me know if it feels too tight. [It likely won't; he knows how to bandage a wound, a skill they likely share. But it feels strange to not offer something in words.] Or too cold.
[Metal fingers on skin aren't always the most pleasant.]
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All good so far.
[Given a lot of medical tasks were relegated to droids back where he's from, cold digits are hardly new to him.]
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The wound looks a mess, but at least Cal isn't actively bleeding. He probably does need something akin to real medical attention though, more than just help with a bandage.]
Fortunately none of these others look nearly as bad. [Painful yes, especially some of the bruises. But nothing approaching the seriousness of the lightsaber wound.]
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[All things considered, he knows he'd gotten off really lucky.
Cal's not used to people worrying about him, and he knows a few here will be all over him if they find out what condition he'd arrived in. After figuring they'd already been worried enough by his disappearance, he's not inclined to want to add more to that pile.
By the middle of bandaging Cal figures it's faster and easier for the Soldier to do it while he just keeps his arms out of the way, and when all's said and done, the Jedi gives him a nod.]
Thanks. Again.
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[The Soldier is not the type to bandage and tell though, so the extent of Cal's injuries will remain as private as he wants. At least Cal is a good patient; it doesn't take long to get him properly bandaged, especially with the way he helpfully keeps his arms out of the way.]
You're welcome. [A beat too late; he hadn't really expected the thanks and truth be told it feels weird accepting any gratitude. Then again, it's not like he provides much in community involvement to receive thanks; he's not used to it.]
I assume you'll want to rest. Do you need anything? Food, or clean clothes? [The things he usually wants himself when recovering an injury.]
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[A few days isn't too bad. He's being sarcastic, of course. With everything done with, he lets himself relax a little more.]
Yeah, rest is on the top of my list. I think at least I have some water here. Food would be great though. Clothes... I still have something to wear, BeeDee?
[The droid looks over before popping the mechanism on an unassuming box just under the droid's trophy shelves, clinging to the lid as he peers inside before glancing back up with a beep in affirmation.]
Good on clothes.
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[Nothing replaces just plain rest though. At least Cal seems to be on the same page. And best to take advantage of whatever relative quiet he can, before the Agrii throw something else their way.]
At least you're not stuck relying on my fashion sense. [Though Cal perhaps might not mind utilitarian choices.] I was stocking my own supplies today. I can bring you food and water if you want to rest.
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