Post by Bobbi on Sept 22, 2018 7:18:33 GMT -5
Sadhric:
Morning. The Mand'alor had not sent word, but that was how it always was. He appeared on foot aimed at the heart of the Aud, sporting a recently-earned, recently bacta-treated split lip and bruised cheekbone and eyebrow.
Ja’eeth:
The sight was unexpected. Not seeing Sadhric there as Ja'eeth had just recently arrived to begin her day of daily duties she'd taken on for herself which entailed being available to offer support in whatever capacity might be needed. She was carrying a loaded crate of rations from one of the storage buildings to their destination at The Aud's mess hall when she spotted him. "What happened? Are you alright?" She'd stopped walking just as her approach would have taken her past The Mechanic, shifting the weight of the crate in her arms just slightly.
Sadhric:
He was studying her, too, with an open humor. "What in the world has Kel'dan got you doing?"
Ja’eeth:
"Its, uh, dry rations. I was taking them to the mess." The crate was shifted again, Ja'eeth bending to drop it before her into the dirt, "I feel like I gotta do something to earn my keep around here."
"The bacta working okay for you?" She could see the slick spots where it had been applied.
Sadhric:
To the first, he'd dipped his head to level a frank look at her. Then he grimaced, reaching to--almost--touch his cheek, and was left with a closed-up crooked smile. "Mm. Yes. Swelling's nearly gone already. Thank you."
Someone's knuckles had found lip and bone. Sadhric's knuckles were pristine. Coughing, he said, "You should let someone else supply the mess, don't you think?"
Ja’eeth:
It wasn't much, that response he gave her, but it was enough for that particular second, "It needed to get done," her hands found her hips and rested there, elbows flared out to the sides, "And my schedule isn't so full at the moment, so I figured why not." She tipped her head his way. That second was not a long one, "Did you get their name?"
Sadhric:
Sadhric's eyebrows rose. He caught the motion, and it was arrested more on the left side than on the right. "You mean, did I get a chance to ask?"
Ja’eeth:
"Did they give it?" She was expecting that answer to be a negative one, her tone carrying a shy bit of protectiveness to it.
Sadhric:
"Ah." He looked down briefly. "Yes, actually. It was shouted at me."
Ja’eeth:
"Who was it?" A flicker of surprise touched her face, but did not erase the serious look she was giving him right then.
Sadhric:
He nodded but drew away a touch, pivoting. "Mmm... It doesn't matter. I'm not going to do anything about it. He hit me and then poured me a drink."
"Gave me the bacta, too."
Ja’eeth:
Her expression drew back slightly, breaking into a hard half-smile, "At least he was a good sport about it."
Sadhric:
Sadhric narrowed his eyes, and the grin came then, showing a sharp tooth--until he had to stop that, too, on account of his lip, but he'd straightened up and was eyeing her knowingly. "You assumed I was jumped."
His tone was light with amused accusation.
Ja’eeth:
"Mm," she was appraising the bacta covered injuries from where she stood, "If you weren't, whoever hit you must have thought they were making improvements."
Sadhric:
"You don't think I got a lick in?"
Ja’eeth:
"I didn't say that," there was a tick to her head, it shifted to her left in what was a truncated head shake, "I'd be surprised if you told me you didn't."
Sadhric:
The Mechanic laughed. "So tell me what you'd do if I gave you the name."
Ja’eeth:
"Likely nothing," her right hand was moved, she pointed toward where he was standing, in a general sort of way, "Unless you're lying to me about the drink and the bacta."
Sadhric:
Shaking his head, he said, "No; it was weird. Strangest fight I've ever been in."
Ja’eeth:
"What happened?" Her question came as she began to relax.
Sadhric:
"Shouted his name, his clan, told me I was a--how did he put it--" Sadhric's gaze unfocused, aimed at some indistinct point over Ja'eeth's head, and his voice became a punctuated exaggeration of a droid. "--'loose-spined honorless thief' and that he was going to fight me. Which he did. For about a minute. After which his friends said that was enough. We got patched up; he produced a flask. I said 'no, thank you,' at which point I was given serious looks and told that refusing drinks is simply not done." He coughed, checking back over his shoulder; no one there. "My words; not theirs."
Ja’eeth:
There came a stifled laugh at the insult, more a soft snort of amusement as she tried to keep it back, causing herself to choke on the noise a bit. By the time he was done, though, she was smiling and laughing, "Well, that's not nearly as bad as I imagined it!"
Sadhric:
He glanced off to the side again, apparently still processing it himself, nodded a little, and said: "Like I said: it was weird. I think they were in a bind on account of the fact that I'd trespassed but also left their property substantially more valuable than I found it."
Ja’eeth:
"What do you mean? What property?" The smile she wore was drawing inward, bringing no less attention toward him from her green eyes.
Sadhric:
"I found some craft that needed fixing. So I fixed them." This with a wave of a hand, as if to say like you do.
Ja’eeth:
"Don't think me too forward for asking, but -- is that something you do often? Just find and fix stuff like that?"
Sadhric:
"I needed to think." His voice went a little tight and quiet and defensive, but nothing about it suggested deep hurt or that he'd taken offense.
Ja’eeth:
"You fix things when you think?" There was a sense to this that she was now needing to tread lightly. This undiscovered territory was likely to be a minefield.
Sadhric:
"Sometimes." He shrugged. "Why, what do you do? Sit around? --No, let me guess. You blow things up."
Ja’eeth:
"Ah, no, actually," her correction was softly made, or as softly made as it could be in Mando'a, "I only blow things up when there is a point to it. When I need to think, I go for walks around the city -- or wherever I may happen to be."
Sadhric:
Sadhric found himself watching her in a new way. It made him smile again, carefully this time, just a little curl to one corner of his mouth. "About your crate."
Ja’eeth:
"What about it?" His statement caused her to glance down at the thing for just a brief split second. This man was not the man she remembered. The man she remembered, the man she knew, was still there, there was no doubt in her mind about that. All the same person, just a different view.
Sadhric:
"Are you really so desperate for something to do that you're hauling crates?" His expression twitched quickly into something that, in another man, might almost have been apology. "I'm not putting down the work. I think I'm finally seeing some of that legendary Mandalorian desire to be useful... but surely Kel'dan has more for you?"
Ja’eeth:
The noise she made was faintly amused, just a little huff of air that could have been a drawn in laugh, "Moral support isn't exactly something I'm willing to settle for right now. And neither is desk work. I find it a waste of my time, and energy which could be spent on something far more useful," she kicked at the crate with the tip of her left boot, "like moving crates."
Sadhric:
"What do you mean--'moral support.'" Bruised brow or not, he was curious now and it showed.
Ja’eeth:
Lifting her right hand, she rubbed it across her forehead, breathed out, and then brought her hand gliding down against her nose, mouth and chin until her palm reached her throat where she let it rest, "You let me come back to make sure he was alright. I asked him what help he needed, and he said he just needed me -here-. That's the help he needed, someone to punch him in the face and tell him to stop being such a baby about this all. I told him I'd do it only -once-. And I did. I haven't done it since."
Sadhric:
The Mechanic's curiosity sharpened; the only outward sign was a slight tilting of his head toward her. "You love him?"
Ja’eeth:
"I do," she replied, "Well, I did. After seeing him in that state, I don't know if I can accept him like that. I won't coddle a grown man when I don't coddle his son."
Sadhric:
Another laugh, this one more careful but no less real.
Ja’eeth:
"What's funny?" Her hand dropped away from her throat to hang by her side. There was no threat to her tone, nothing that would indicate she had taken offence either.
Sadhric:
"Not your predicament. I thought I was the only one around here who thought he was being ridiculous. It gave me a sour taste starting out here. To go with the sour taste I had already."
Ja’eeth:
"No," there she shook her head, "You aren't alone in thinking that. He belly aches worse than Ja'dan does."
"I am not sorry for him, but I am sorry that his attitude did nothing but compound the sourness."
Sadhric:
"I think he's grieving," Sadhric said with a shrug. "I haven't had time for it. I might now, though. Trouble is, I'm not sure I could make it meaningful."
Ja’eeth:
"Time for your grieving, or his?"
Sadhric:
"Mine?" He shot her a quizzical look.
Ja’eeth:
"Yes," Her head dipped forward in a slight nod, "Sometimes when I look at you, it seems like there is a weight, older than what this all," She waved a hand toward the air, "should be bringing to you. Worn down. Bone tired. I've seen a smiliar look on warriors who can no longer fight, and have a difficult time accepting that. Its not resignation, its just -- heavy. I assumed you were grieving for something."
Sadhric:
"You think I'm worn down. Can't fight?" The split eyebrow arched.
Ja’eeth:
"No, I can clearly see that you are fit for it," She smiled a thin line of a smile, "The look is similar, though. I thought that you might be missing something that you once had."
Sadhric:
Sadhric had sealed up; the smile was gone. "I think we're done here. Why don't you deliver your crate." He stepped around it and walked on.
Ja’eeth:
There it went. She'd stepped on a mine and caused it to go off. Rather sloppy for a demolition's expert. She turned as he walked past her, catching his profile as he moved. -That- was the Sadhric she knew, the one she was very familiar with.
Morning. The Mand'alor had not sent word, but that was how it always was. He appeared on foot aimed at the heart of the Aud, sporting a recently-earned, recently bacta-treated split lip and bruised cheekbone and eyebrow.
Ja’eeth:
The sight was unexpected. Not seeing Sadhric there as Ja'eeth had just recently arrived to begin her day of daily duties she'd taken on for herself which entailed being available to offer support in whatever capacity might be needed. She was carrying a loaded crate of rations from one of the storage buildings to their destination at The Aud's mess hall when she spotted him. "What happened? Are you alright?" She'd stopped walking just as her approach would have taken her past The Mechanic, shifting the weight of the crate in her arms just slightly.
Sadhric:
He was studying her, too, with an open humor. "What in the world has Kel'dan got you doing?"
Ja’eeth:
"Its, uh, dry rations. I was taking them to the mess." The crate was shifted again, Ja'eeth bending to drop it before her into the dirt, "I feel like I gotta do something to earn my keep around here."
"The bacta working okay for you?" She could see the slick spots where it had been applied.
Sadhric:
To the first, he'd dipped his head to level a frank look at her. Then he grimaced, reaching to--almost--touch his cheek, and was left with a closed-up crooked smile. "Mm. Yes. Swelling's nearly gone already. Thank you."
Someone's knuckles had found lip and bone. Sadhric's knuckles were pristine. Coughing, he said, "You should let someone else supply the mess, don't you think?"
Ja’eeth:
It wasn't much, that response he gave her, but it was enough for that particular second, "It needed to get done," her hands found her hips and rested there, elbows flared out to the sides, "And my schedule isn't so full at the moment, so I figured why not." She tipped her head his way. That second was not a long one, "Did you get their name?"
Sadhric:
Sadhric's eyebrows rose. He caught the motion, and it was arrested more on the left side than on the right. "You mean, did I get a chance to ask?"
Ja’eeth:
"Did they give it?" She was expecting that answer to be a negative one, her tone carrying a shy bit of protectiveness to it.
Sadhric:
"Ah." He looked down briefly. "Yes, actually. It was shouted at me."
Ja’eeth:
"Who was it?" A flicker of surprise touched her face, but did not erase the serious look she was giving him right then.
Sadhric:
He nodded but drew away a touch, pivoting. "Mmm... It doesn't matter. I'm not going to do anything about it. He hit me and then poured me a drink."
"Gave me the bacta, too."
Ja’eeth:
Her expression drew back slightly, breaking into a hard half-smile, "At least he was a good sport about it."
Sadhric:
Sadhric narrowed his eyes, and the grin came then, showing a sharp tooth--until he had to stop that, too, on account of his lip, but he'd straightened up and was eyeing her knowingly. "You assumed I was jumped."
His tone was light with amused accusation.
Ja’eeth:
"Mm," she was appraising the bacta covered injuries from where she stood, "If you weren't, whoever hit you must have thought they were making improvements."
Sadhric:
"You don't think I got a lick in?"
Ja’eeth:
"I didn't say that," there was a tick to her head, it shifted to her left in what was a truncated head shake, "I'd be surprised if you told me you didn't."
Sadhric:
The Mechanic laughed. "So tell me what you'd do if I gave you the name."
Ja’eeth:
"Likely nothing," her right hand was moved, she pointed toward where he was standing, in a general sort of way, "Unless you're lying to me about the drink and the bacta."
Sadhric:
Shaking his head, he said, "No; it was weird. Strangest fight I've ever been in."
Ja’eeth:
"What happened?" Her question came as she began to relax.
Sadhric:
"Shouted his name, his clan, told me I was a--how did he put it--" Sadhric's gaze unfocused, aimed at some indistinct point over Ja'eeth's head, and his voice became a punctuated exaggeration of a droid. "--'loose-spined honorless thief' and that he was going to fight me. Which he did. For about a minute. After which his friends said that was enough. We got patched up; he produced a flask. I said 'no, thank you,' at which point I was given serious looks and told that refusing drinks is simply not done." He coughed, checking back over his shoulder; no one there. "My words; not theirs."
Ja’eeth:
There came a stifled laugh at the insult, more a soft snort of amusement as she tried to keep it back, causing herself to choke on the noise a bit. By the time he was done, though, she was smiling and laughing, "Well, that's not nearly as bad as I imagined it!"
Sadhric:
He glanced off to the side again, apparently still processing it himself, nodded a little, and said: "Like I said: it was weird. I think they were in a bind on account of the fact that I'd trespassed but also left their property substantially more valuable than I found it."
Ja’eeth:
"What do you mean? What property?" The smile she wore was drawing inward, bringing no less attention toward him from her green eyes.
Sadhric:
"I found some craft that needed fixing. So I fixed them." This with a wave of a hand, as if to say like you do.
Ja’eeth:
"Don't think me too forward for asking, but -- is that something you do often? Just find and fix stuff like that?"
Sadhric:
"I needed to think." His voice went a little tight and quiet and defensive, but nothing about it suggested deep hurt or that he'd taken offense.
Ja’eeth:
"You fix things when you think?" There was a sense to this that she was now needing to tread lightly. This undiscovered territory was likely to be a minefield.
Sadhric:
"Sometimes." He shrugged. "Why, what do you do? Sit around? --No, let me guess. You blow things up."
Ja’eeth:
"Ah, no, actually," her correction was softly made, or as softly made as it could be in Mando'a, "I only blow things up when there is a point to it. When I need to think, I go for walks around the city -- or wherever I may happen to be."
Sadhric:
Sadhric found himself watching her in a new way. It made him smile again, carefully this time, just a little curl to one corner of his mouth. "About your crate."
Ja’eeth:
"What about it?" His statement caused her to glance down at the thing for just a brief split second. This man was not the man she remembered. The man she remembered, the man she knew, was still there, there was no doubt in her mind about that. All the same person, just a different view.
Sadhric:
"Are you really so desperate for something to do that you're hauling crates?" His expression twitched quickly into something that, in another man, might almost have been apology. "I'm not putting down the work. I think I'm finally seeing some of that legendary Mandalorian desire to be useful... but surely Kel'dan has more for you?"
Ja’eeth:
The noise she made was faintly amused, just a little huff of air that could have been a drawn in laugh, "Moral support isn't exactly something I'm willing to settle for right now. And neither is desk work. I find it a waste of my time, and energy which could be spent on something far more useful," she kicked at the crate with the tip of her left boot, "like moving crates."
Sadhric:
"What do you mean--'moral support.'" Bruised brow or not, he was curious now and it showed.
Ja’eeth:
Lifting her right hand, she rubbed it across her forehead, breathed out, and then brought her hand gliding down against her nose, mouth and chin until her palm reached her throat where she let it rest, "You let me come back to make sure he was alright. I asked him what help he needed, and he said he just needed me -here-. That's the help he needed, someone to punch him in the face and tell him to stop being such a baby about this all. I told him I'd do it only -once-. And I did. I haven't done it since."
Sadhric:
The Mechanic's curiosity sharpened; the only outward sign was a slight tilting of his head toward her. "You love him?"
Ja’eeth:
"I do," she replied, "Well, I did. After seeing him in that state, I don't know if I can accept him like that. I won't coddle a grown man when I don't coddle his son."
Sadhric:
Another laugh, this one more careful but no less real.
Ja’eeth:
"What's funny?" Her hand dropped away from her throat to hang by her side. There was no threat to her tone, nothing that would indicate she had taken offence either.
Sadhric:
"Not your predicament. I thought I was the only one around here who thought he was being ridiculous. It gave me a sour taste starting out here. To go with the sour taste I had already."
Ja’eeth:
"No," there she shook her head, "You aren't alone in thinking that. He belly aches worse than Ja'dan does."
"I am not sorry for him, but I am sorry that his attitude did nothing but compound the sourness."
Sadhric:
"I think he's grieving," Sadhric said with a shrug. "I haven't had time for it. I might now, though. Trouble is, I'm not sure I could make it meaningful."
Ja’eeth:
"Time for your grieving, or his?"
Sadhric:
"Mine?" He shot her a quizzical look.
Ja’eeth:
"Yes," Her head dipped forward in a slight nod, "Sometimes when I look at you, it seems like there is a weight, older than what this all," She waved a hand toward the air, "should be bringing to you. Worn down. Bone tired. I've seen a smiliar look on warriors who can no longer fight, and have a difficult time accepting that. Its not resignation, its just -- heavy. I assumed you were grieving for something."
Sadhric:
"You think I'm worn down. Can't fight?" The split eyebrow arched.
Ja’eeth:
"No, I can clearly see that you are fit for it," She smiled a thin line of a smile, "The look is similar, though. I thought that you might be missing something that you once had."
Sadhric:
Sadhric had sealed up; the smile was gone. "I think we're done here. Why don't you deliver your crate." He stepped around it and walked on.
Ja’eeth:
There it went. She'd stepped on a mine and caused it to go off. Rather sloppy for a demolition's expert. She turned as he walked past her, catching his profile as he moved. -That- was the Sadhric she knew, the one she was very familiar with.
