Post by Bobbi on Sept 18, 2018 20:25:46 GMT -5
It was quiet when he woke up. The bed he laid in was plush, the blankets were warm, the pillow carried the faint scent of….some herb that was meant to be soothing. To him it smelled like soap. Movement further down the bed, near his feet drew his attention.
“Trinity?” He stirred, blinking his eyes open only to snap them shut again. There was a little light by the bed he laid in, and as soon as that light hit his eyes the world was a searing mess of spots and washed out color.
“Whose Trinity?” A quick motion was the response to Solomon’s pain. The light level was lowered to a barely lit dimness.
That voice did not belong to Trinity, the realization of that snapping him into a still state. His heart pounded in his chest so loudly that he could hear it, the strength of it shaking the bed beneath him.
“Calm down before you pass out again. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Mercy. You ran into me out on the street. Do you remember anything?”
He did remember the calm kindness of her voice, and the caring in her hands as she helped him into a speeder. After that was a big wall of nothing.
Slowly, Solomon opened his eyes only to find himself looking at a blue skinned Twi’lek with long tattooed lekku wrapped around her shoulders.
“Not really, no. I’m sorry -- but how did I get here? And where is -here-?”
“You got here with my help,” She responded with a kind smile, “And here happens to be my guest room for the conferences. If your eyes can take it, I will turn the light back up.”
After a moment, Sol nodded and Mercy reached to increase the light levels just a bit. It was enough to cause him to hide his eyes behind his hand for a second before the world didn’t feel like daggers digging into his eye sockets. His hand lowered and he took a look around at the room.
It was more than modestly appointed, every comfort seen to. And this Mercy -- he found himself watching her and the way she smiled. Slowly, the recognition was coming.
“You said Mercy?” He asked. She nodded. “Mercy ….Trang...As in the Madam President?”
She nodded again. “Yes, that is correct.” She seemed to be enjoying the little game she was playing with him, watching the slow dawning on his face. “We’re still on Hapes,” she continued, “So there is no worry about that. I thought it best to bring you somewhere more quiet given the state you were in.”
Confusion hit him, pulling his expression into a twisted question that he didn’t really need to ask. She seemed to know before he even thought of it, “You were having some sort of fit when you bumped into me,” She laughed gently, “I wasn’t sure what to make of it! But it didn’t last long. By the time we got you into bed, you seemed to be alright.”
Another question ticked on his face.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. We didn’t do anything to you.” There was a chidding to her voice that bordered on playful, “It was just myself and Haller, my assistant.” There she paused, studying him closely in the dim light, “Is there anyone you need to call?”
“What time is it?” He did get that question out, and watched Mercy take a look at a delicate time piece on her right wrist.
“Just after midnight, standard time.”
“I need to call Trinity. I need to get home.”
“Trinity?” He stirred, blinking his eyes open only to snap them shut again. There was a little light by the bed he laid in, and as soon as that light hit his eyes the world was a searing mess of spots and washed out color.
“Whose Trinity?” A quick motion was the response to Solomon’s pain. The light level was lowered to a barely lit dimness.
That voice did not belong to Trinity, the realization of that snapping him into a still state. His heart pounded in his chest so loudly that he could hear it, the strength of it shaking the bed beneath him.
“Calm down before you pass out again. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Mercy. You ran into me out on the street. Do you remember anything?”
He did remember the calm kindness of her voice, and the caring in her hands as she helped him into a speeder. After that was a big wall of nothing.
Slowly, Solomon opened his eyes only to find himself looking at a blue skinned Twi’lek with long tattooed lekku wrapped around her shoulders.
“Not really, no. I’m sorry -- but how did I get here? And where is -here-?”
“You got here with my help,” She responded with a kind smile, “And here happens to be my guest room for the conferences. If your eyes can take it, I will turn the light back up.”
After a moment, Sol nodded and Mercy reached to increase the light levels just a bit. It was enough to cause him to hide his eyes behind his hand for a second before the world didn’t feel like daggers digging into his eye sockets. His hand lowered and he took a look around at the room.
It was more than modestly appointed, every comfort seen to. And this Mercy -- he found himself watching her and the way she smiled. Slowly, the recognition was coming.
“You said Mercy?” He asked. She nodded. “Mercy ….Trang...As in the Madam President?”
She nodded again. “Yes, that is correct.” She seemed to be enjoying the little game she was playing with him, watching the slow dawning on his face. “We’re still on Hapes,” she continued, “So there is no worry about that. I thought it best to bring you somewhere more quiet given the state you were in.”
Confusion hit him, pulling his expression into a twisted question that he didn’t really need to ask. She seemed to know before he even thought of it, “You were having some sort of fit when you bumped into me,” She laughed gently, “I wasn’t sure what to make of it! But it didn’t last long. By the time we got you into bed, you seemed to be alright.”
Another question ticked on his face.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. We didn’t do anything to you.” There was a chidding to her voice that bordered on playful, “It was just myself and Haller, my assistant.” There she paused, studying him closely in the dim light, “Is there anyone you need to call?”
“What time is it?” He did get that question out, and watched Mercy take a look at a delicate time piece on her right wrist.
“Just after midnight, standard time.”
“I need to call Trinity. I need to get home.”
