That's No Moon [Day 0 - LA]

[Dapper Dog]

The Righteous Moon was nearing the end of her journey, perhaps eight to ten hours from arrival at Bankor and filled with refugees, vagrants, and travelers looking to make a better life on the frontier world. A large cargo bay for the frigate had been converted into one big living space with dirty refreshers for public use and plenty of floor space given over to travelers laying on mats, blankets, or in the worst cases bare metallic floors for rest. A dizzying amount of species were huddled here waiting for their arrival and a chance at a new and hopefully better life.

An older human woman, hair now gone gray, starts coughing and puts a cloth to her moth with flecks of blood showing on the dirty cloth. Next to her a younger woman comforted her as she struggles to gasp for air…

[Delia]

The younger woman tried her best to comfort the woman but whatever ailed her was not abating and she glanced around to see if anyone would come to her aid, but it seemed doubtful as folks just tried to ignore the coughing. Travelers dying along these journeys was not common, but it happened and that was just a danger of cheap travel.

She brushed her long dark hair from her face and tried her best to be a comfort but it did not seem enough.

[Juri Saizesh]

The Healer from Bankor had volunteered to travel aboard the Righteous Star in case any of the new comers needed assistance. Like all refugee ships, the risk for disease and sickness was high.

The hood of her overcoat drawn up, Juri saw the pair of women. Her medpac slung low over her shoulder, she approached and knelt. Those vibrant, lilac colored eyes seemed to glow with concern as she looked at them.

"How long has she been suffering?" She spoke softly, already beginning to search through her kit. If she needed, she had... other... means to help as well.

[Delia]

The woman look surprised and said, "Her condition has been getting worse over the last few days, are... are you a doctor?"

[Juri Saizesh]

"Yes." Of a sort... Inwardly, her thoughts brought a smile to her lips. She scrubbed her hands with the sanitizer within the kit, before donning gloves. Gently, she caressed the cheek of the older woman, before examining her features.

Pursing her lips. "I'm here to help, ma'am. My name is Juri." She spoke very softly to the older woman, before administering an anti-bacterial to start. "Are you in pain?"

[Delia]

She moves a hand to comfort the woman and brush her hair back and says, “She’s my grandmother, Heleni. I am so thankful for your help.”

The older woman coughed and wheezed and said, “I am *cough* her grandmother… *cough* Heleni.”

OOC: If you have the Medicine skill or a kit treating her is no issue.

[Juri Saizesh]

Ooc: I have medicine, a kit, and Force Heal if it matters.

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"Heleni..." she spoke soothingly, going through her medkit for the tools needed. Administering medicine as she deemed necessary. "... You're going to be just fine. The journey to Bankor is almost over." She smiled as she spoke, then looked to the granddaughter.

"The journey has been long, I'm sure. Let her rest. The medicine will take effect soon." She spoke calmly to the woman, then back to Heleni.

"It is of no issue for me to lend aid. You never need to thank me."

[Delia]

The woman seemed relieved and added, “Juri, I am not sure what I would have done if you were not here. I’m Delia, I apologize for not saying sooner. It’s been a long journey and we are down to our last creds and if she needs more medicine, I am not…”

She stopped and said, “That’s our burden, are you heading to Bankor for work?”

[Juri Saizesh]

"I live there. I've traveled off world on other ships in case anyone needed assistance. I know what it's like to lose one's home, and have to pick up and run..."

A moment in time. Gouts of flame raining down on the forests of Dathomir. Hearing the echoes of her sisters screams when she and Soltzai returned.

And the terror of those Commando droids lying in wait.

She shook her head, trying to push back the memory.

"I have a small clinic in Rygor. Nothing special, and I live out with a small farming community. As long as you keep your head down, it is a safe place to live." She offered a smile.

"Do not worry about credits for her care. I make enough to get by at home. Delia, if she needs more, I can help. Even after we land."

[Elaranu]

While the talking between the two pretty women went on, Elaranu largely ignored it. She wasn't used to space travel, per say. Not like some of the people aboard this shuttle likely were. But she was the sort of person who ignored things not related to herself, and that definitely was not her business. Instead she hummed to herself lightly, as much to drown out the irritating chatter of people as to drown out the discomfort of the cramped and smelly quarters. It smelled far too much like humans in here.

There was also the fact she had none of her tools or equipment with her; Her belts and tools were all in her suitcase in the hold, and lately she'd felt almost naked without them. Those and the pit overalls she'd lovingly modded for her needs. Maybe being in a suit that was practically painted on didn't help that feeling of things being ~different~, but they helped feel less crowded and sweaty in these situations.

...she switched tunes; Apparently that one hadn't been enough to stop her mind from running itself.

[Fathynyu Kurrek]

“Get this fixed up in two shakes of a Bantha’s tail”
On the other side of the ship, a grease covered Nautolan was tinkering with a young refugees cybernetic arm. Cleary a hand me down, the equipment seemed to have failed utterly, but not if Floats has anything to say about it.

“Tarnation!” She said about it, as the arm sparked violently and whirled around.

“Well, Your limiter is mighty fried, and half your servos ain’t working, but I reckon if we use this part”
She removed a small disc from a satchel and slots it into the arm, which seems to help matters as it’s no longer a swirling death machine.

“Yup, right as rain. ‘Course, now you’re 5% boat. But that’s hardly a bad thing now.”

In truth, she was trying to radiate optimism. But gosh darn wasn’t it depressing see all these refugees uncared for. Just like the old days.

[Dapper Dog]

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While the woman speaks, Juri thinks she sees the figure of a fellow witch in the crowd… it is there and not there and when she finally makes it out it seems almost translucent and she seems to be opening her mouth and point in her direction but there is no sound.

The woman is Xuvelia, one of her older sisters in the coven that had taught her some of the nuances of healing and manipulating the Force… although the last time she saw her she pointing at her to run before a droid blasted a hole in her chest...

On the other side of the hold near the mechanic but the ruckus is easily heard throughout the hold.

“Hey sleemo you took that from my bag!” a slim faced rodian shouted in Huttese at a taller human male.

The young man probably not even twenty yet said in basic, “Get out of my face bug breath, I didn’t take nothing from you.”

“That was a cherished heirloom! You give it back,” the rodian shouted in Huttese.

The youth cracked a devious smile and said, “Make me?” His free hand resting on what looked like a knife.

[Fathynyu Kurrek]

On the other side of the hold near the mechanic but the ruckus is easily heard throughout the hold.

“Hey sleemo you took that from my bag!” a slim faced rodian shouted in Huttese at a taller human male.

The young man probably not even twenty yet said in basic, “Get out of my face bug breath, I didn’t take nothing from you.”

“That was a cherished heirloom! You give it back,” the rodian shouted in Huttese.

The youth cracked a devious smile and said, “Make me?” His free hand resting on what looked like a knife.

“Aww hells, I should see what this is all about”
She gives the newly armed refugee a pat before standing with a creak and making her way over to where the house is.

“Y’all trying to wake the dead over here? Less than a day out and folks wanna start trouble, unbelievable.”
She frowns at what appears to be a hand on a knife
“No need for anyone to get hurt”

[Juri Saizesh]

Juri gently patted Heleni's hand, offering her a smile as she drifted off. Reaching into her kit, she handed Delia a small phial. It was odd, glowing with a slight green luminescence, vapor seeming to curl around inside it. The very last of a poultice.

"If she worsens, give her this in the morning. Mix it with tea. It is bitter, but very beneficial." She stood, looking back in the direction of her sister.

A sister that should be dead.

Clutching the kit to her chest, she offered friendly nod to Delia, before chasing after ghosts.

[Dapper Dog]

“Aww hells, I should see what this is all about”
She gives the newly armed refugee a pat before standing with a creak and making her way over to where the house is.

“Y’all trying to wake the dead over here? Less than a day out and folks wanna start trouble, unbelievable.”
She frowns at what appears to be a hand on a knife
“No need for anyone to get hurt”

“Piss off tails, this don’t concern you. If I need a girl to keep me entertained to night you holla otherwise this is between me and the bug eater,” the youth said to the rodian.

Juri gently patted Heleni's hand, offering her a smile as she drifted off. Reaching into her kit, she handed Delia a small phial. It was odd, glowing with a slight green luminescence, vapor seeming to curl around inside it. The very last of a poultice.

"If she worsens, give her this in the morning. Mix it with tea. It is bitter, but very beneficial." She stood, looking back in the direction of her sister.

A sister that should be dead.

Clutching the kit to her chest, she offered friendly nod to Delia, before chasing after ghosts.

The specter was gone when she arrived only to appear in a shadowed entryway to a hall where people could store some of their bigger items. It was still point and trying to say something but she could not hear it properly...

"... she... dead... no... cannot... lies..."

[Fathynyu Kurrek]

“Aww hells, I should see what this is all about”
She gives the newly armed refugee a pat before standing with a creak and making her way over to where the house is.

“Y’all trying to wake the dead over here? Less than a day out and folks wanna start trouble, unbelievable.”
She frowns at what appears to be a hand on a knife
“No need for anyone to get hurt”

“Piss off tails, this don’t concern you. If I need a girl to keep me entertained to night you holla otherwise this is between me and the bug eater,” the youth said to the rodian.

“Well, bless your little heart. I’ve half a mind to spank you in front of all these people. I don’t care if you were raised by the notoriously rude termite people of Teraathi IV”

[Juri Saizesh]

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The specter was gone when she arrived only to appear in a shadowed entryway to a hall where people could store some of their bigger items. It was still point and trying to say something but she could not hear it properly...

"... she... dead... no... cannot... lies..."

"Who? Who is dead? Who lies?" She asked the specter before her, her fingers curled against nothing. The Force felt cold around her, as she looked back behind her, the hood falling away, long foxtail hair revealed.

[Delia]

"Who? Who is dead? Who lies?" She asked the specter before her, her fingers curled against nothing. The Force felt cold around her, as she looked back behind her, the hood falling away, long foxtail hair revealed.

As she gets within speaking distance the specter tries to speak once more but fades and then she hears from behind her… “Are… you… are you okay?”

It is Delia.

[Dapper Dog]

“Well, bless your little heart. I’ve half a mind to spank you in front of all these people. I don’t care if you were raised by the notoriously rude termite people of Teraathi IV”

"What did you say to me?" the youth sputtered.

[Elaranu]

Things were getting even more noisy it seemed; As much as Ela loved space ships, that didn't mean she loved the people aboard them. As this proved, or the Empire with it's own beautifully haunting ship designs. Taking out a pair of headphones she plugged them into her datapad, looking through her music for something jizzy and smooth.

[Fathynyu Kurrek]

“Well, bless your little heart. I’ve half a mind to spank you in front of all these people. I don’t care if you were raised by the notoriously rude termite people of Teraathi IV”

"What did you say to me?" the youth sputtered.

“You don’t amount to a hill of beans kid. And I’m thinking you took this here refugee’s stuff and then got all defensive about it. I’m real disappointed right now.”

[Juri Saizesh]

As she gets within speaking distance the specter tries to speak once more but fades and then she hears from behind her… “Are… you… are you okay?”

It is Delia.

"Hmm?" She turned back over to look where the specter was, pursing her lips at the disappearance.

The dead can speak, that wasn't disconcerting. It was the why that concerned her.

Taking a deep breath, she looked back to Delia, radiating warmth. "Yes, thank you. I... thought I saw someone."

[Dapper Dog]

“You don’t amount to a hill of beans kid. And I’m thinking you took this here refugee’s stuff and then got all defensive about it. I’m real disappointed right now.”

The frowned weighing his options and then fished in his pocket and pulled out a stone charm and said, “I found it, on the ground I was gonna give it back eventually... whatever bug eater can have it back.”

The kid tried to save face by puffing out his chest and then slinked away as the rodian took the stone and then said in Huttese, “Thank you, thank you, it was my husband’s hunt stone, it’s all I have of him, many blessings on you.”

[Delia]

"Hmm?" She turned back over to look where the specter was, pursing her lips at the disappearance.

The dead can speak, that wasn't disconcerting. It was the why that concerned her.

Taking a deep breath, she looked back to Delia, radiating warmth. "Yes, thank you. I... thought I saw someone."

Delia looked down the darkened hallway and said, “Did they run back there? What did they look like?”

She looked genuinely puzzled and then turned to Juri and said, “Was it someone, dangerous? Are you in trouble? You seem scared?”

[Juri Saizesh]

Delia looked down the darkened hallway and said, “Did they run back there? What did they look like?”

She looked genuinely puzzled and then turned to Juri and said, “Was it someone, dangerous? Are you in trouble? You seem scared?”

She grinned, and then laughed. "Scared? No. Just... nostalgic. Thought it was someone I haven't seen in a long time. A long time. Crowded ships might be playing tricks on me." Juri pleasantly smiled at Delia, before stepping closer.

"What brings you and your grandmother to Bankor? If you don't mind me asking."