Log:Just For Kicks
Just For Kicks
Location: Outside Grounds - Resistance Base, D'Qar
Participants: Oriana, Hex
It's a bright sunny day, hell the grounds seem cheerful in a way with chirping birds and animals pattering about. Funny how the base seems to been placed around nature but nature never stopped, not for a second. Clouds hit the sky in puffy while balls, the sun peeking through them. It's the sort of day where one could sit back relax and just enjoy it, a day where one may feel as if they are a million miles away from anything.
This doesn't work on Oriana. She looks a bit tired, touch worn down. She'd been running relentlessly, working out, training. Diving into with all she's got, which is good but, outside of work she isn't seem much. Coming to the edge of the camp she'd stop and put her hands on her knees breathing heavily as if she gave it her all while running. There is some sweat on her forehead and her hair - which had been pulled back into a ponytail, sways over her shoulder while she takes a breather.
"Morning," comes an irritatingly cheerful greeting, in the form of Hex. He's in light armor, and strips of leather or some other tough, flexible material are wound around his lekku, as though he's expecting to do some training out here and doesn't want them to get bashed up. "All finished, or just getting started? If you were about to hit the training dummies, I'll give you a more animate target."
Pushing up to stand she would turn to face Hex, giving him a bit of a glare - his cheerful attitude normally works for her, but he knows full and well why she isn't her happy chipper self. Running her tongue across her teeth eyes move to where the dummies are, she considered beating the crap out of one of them, but her friend? She hesitates. "Are ..you sure Hex? I mean, I don't want to hurt you or anything."
Hex tsks and waves one hand in a dismissive sort of gesture. "I am a soldier, Daesha." There's a random word of Ryl thrown in there, one he hasn't said before, but it sounds like a nickname or title of some sort. "Number one, I exist to survive being hurt. It is literally my function. Number two, I've been hurt many times before by people and things much less lovely than you are. Number three, hasn't anyone ever told you not to fuss over potential injury of a male creature? I'm a man, I want everyone to pretend I'm not afraid of getting hurt, ignore it if I get hurt in a stupid way, and exhibit an appropriate amount of pity through my stoicism if I get hurt in a badass way. That's how it works. So, let's go, yeah?"
Unable to deny his logic, as odd as it may be Oriana gives in with a nod of her head and motions to an area put together for sparring. She isn't wearing any armour herself, but she doesn't seem to care right now either. Rib gets broke? Distraction! A black eye? More distraction! Moving to her spot she would lean back slightly with a tilt of her head, waiting for him to get ready. "Daesha, what does that mean?"
Hex starts taking off his armor... awwwwwyeeeeeaaahhh just kidding he's got clothing on under it, so it's not even as exciting as the time he lost his shirt on Nar Shaddaa. But apparently he means for it to be a fair fight, with regard to accidental ribs broken in sparring. One head-tail twitches in amusement, though their movement seems a little curtailed by the way each is currently protected. "Oh, I'll get you a little Pocket Ryl Dictionary and you can look it up," he replies, stepping into the sparring ring. "Or maybe I'll tell you if you win." And it's on!
"Worth fight for," Replies Oriana as he removes his armour, chuckling a touch. "How about the loose buys -" Words abruptly halt, there is a pain in her eyes, she looks down a second with lips pressing together. The wave of emotions strong in this one. "Let's get just fight." Is the counter of her own statement. Once in position light steps would bring her around him. Stepping forward on one foot she'd bring up the other in an attempt to kick his thigh.
<Combat> Oriana's attack HITS Hex at a 100 difficulty. (3) + Damage: 2 stun points and 1 wound points.
She shoots! She scores! Hex gets kicked! He doesn't comment at all about what the loser should buy - he knows where that was going and why it didn't, so instead he just hops back and she has the satisfaction of hearing him complain, "Ow." He doesn't seem too upset about it, however, and steps back into the fray to kick her back! He's pretty matter of fact about the attempt, taking it in stride like another day at the office, which it kinda is!
<Combat> Hex's attack MISSES Oriana at a 100 difficulty. (-55)
Oriana doesn't take it in stride like he does, this is a perfect way to vent. Instead of the crying the tears, she gets to be physical and exhaust herself, perfect! Her kick lands true, which surprised her a bit but hey job well done to her. His attack comes out suddenly and it's dodged quick. Spinning on a foot she turns and goes for well, if he has a kidney, a kidney shot!
<Combat> Oriana's attack MISSES Hex at a 100 difficulty. (-34)
Hex :dodges the attack this time, though he's a little sore on the leg where she landed a hit. "tearh yfafepae tupaetave ifi," he says conversationally, but... not in Basic. "if oomapijyf ytugaghugh yfafyt rhu ghevaethie iekoove. sigh eapeadaefa iekoove fadewaetoo hageav. tearh ghitiety pufuvykoo, aewofevood ofiraaphaa metudiel oomapijyf; tearh ghitiety thaephaaz, aewofevood tearh fethijad metudiel oomapijyf, tearh ghitiety isituni, aewofevood tearh fethijad metudiel oomapijyf, isiepeas, uhefevus duphi zoos tearh fufurh ghij metudiel iwisier." He tries to kick her in the back of the knee, a move that would bring her down if it hits. 'Just try not to damage me permanently.'
<Combat> Hex's attack MISSES Oriana at a 100 difficulty. (-45)
What the heck is he saying? Oriana has no clue, her move missed and well, that happens. Breathing deeply as she had gone running before hand she barely misses his next move, but does. Shifting quick she dodges his kick to her keg, and goes to extend hers to his ribs.
<Combat> Oriana's attack HITS Hex at a 100 difficulty. (26) + Damage: 10 stun points and 5 wound points.
Oriana has the satisfaction of connecting! If this were a novel, there would be some Discussion Questions after the scene: Given Oriana's recent and significant decisions, motivations, and choices, what allegory is suggested by her fight with Hex? Does the author's choice in his name support or oppose the nature of this allegory? Write a paragraph to discuss.
LUCKILY we're no longer in 11th grade English class so a fight is just a fight, and Hex gets cracked solidly in the ribs. He ouch-laughs, saying more words in Ryl that are almost definitely cursing this time, but he doesn't seem upset. "I've got- maybe one more try, before you've surely won," he replies, voice catching a little as she's winded him. "I might be ashamed, if I had any shame. Lucky for us that I don't." Aaaand he tries to kick her back, one last time for good measure.
<Combat> Hex's attack HITS Oriana at a 100 difficulty. (21) + Damage: 8 stun points and 4 wound points.
In her past, Oriana was to be a simple scholar, nothing big, a lover of books and the written word. Hell she still is. But life changes, and well as much as she'd like the read the story of their fight as written by some wonderful wordly word person, it is just a fight. Her foot connected and there is a touch of guilt, she could feel that it was a good hit. This is training though and it comes with the job,, get beat up or go home, and she has no more home so beat up it is. With no satisfaction in her eyes over hitting him his kick doesn't get a decent dodge, it smacks her back and makes her stumble forward a pace or two. Laughing ever so slightly through the pain she grins and stands up, turns and aims a swing at his torso.
<Combat> Oriana's attack MISSES Hex at a 100 difficulty. (-59)
Hex's torso might fear another bruising, because he gets out of the way surprisingly quickly. He seems focused, as well he should be if he doesn't want new bruises, but still in a pretty good mood - part of the job, that's all, and he did invite this punishment upon himself. One more time he tries to get her feet out from under her, but Oriana has had the upper hand in this sparring match, and he might have to tell her what 'daesha' means after all!
<Combat> Hex's attack HITS Oriana at a 100 difficulty. (55) + Damage: 20 stun points and 10 wound points.
Drats her attack missed, ah well. She was mid step when suddenly her legs kick air and she falls back back back into a big ass thud! The wind is blown from her lungs, the impact is felt through her body - especially her head. It was enough to daze her for a second. Groaning a touch but not one to give up in a fight and knowing that if there were a real battle, the attacker wouldn't hold back as quick as she can she kicks out a leg to tangle with Hex's and bring him down.
<Combat> Oriana's attack MISSES Hex at a 100 difficulty. (-14)
Hex steps nimbly away - well, kind of limpily away, and it's a near miss, but it's a miss. "Ahhh, enough, enough," he grins, hands up in a 'don't shoot' kind of way. "I will surrender to you." Stepping over, he reaches out to clasp her hand in a sportsmanship like way. Clearly, this is the best time to CRIPPLE HIM, because we always knew Oriana was secretly Dark Side. But Hex doesn't know that, and brightly asks, "Feeling better?"
Between the running and the fighting Oriana is a bit spent, and she is trying to catch her breath as much as she won't let it stop her. Knowing she got a few good shots in on her friend she would lay there a second and look up to him, eyeing his offered hand. Does she consider another stab? Maybe. Does she act on it? No. Her arm comes up to take his and to use his help up, her back sore but maybe not as sore as his torso is. "Good fight, Hex, real good, thank you. You're okay right? Not to hurt? Maybe next time you've lost your shirt you can sway the beauties with her harrowing stories of being beat by a woman."
"Oh, I've been beat by plenty of people, male or female, it makes no difference, really," Hex replies, stretching his sore ribs experimentally as he wanders over to a bench near the sparring area. "I lost my shirt exactly the way you'd expect. I thought I had the best hand of cards, that would finally win back all the /other/ things and money I'd lost, and I didn't. You know you're in poor company when you're with people who even /will/ gamble for your shirt. Disastrous. Lucky I don't have any beauties to sway anyway, right?" He offers her a bottle of water, and picks up one of his own, wincing a little as he investigates the ways his kicked-first leg does and doesn't want to move.
He leaves Oriana standing there, watching him and frowning. The idea of something beating him.. anyone, like how she suspects, it burns her heart. "Hex.. you should never of been beat, you know that right? That it's not okay and casual acceptance doesn't make it okay right?" She'll venture to say this as he hands her the bottle, her other hand pulling off the top so a drink can be taken. Water, not as good as the other stuff, but it'll have to do.
Hex hesitates. "I meant here. Sparring, that kind of thing," he replies. For a moment it seems like he's not going to go on, but eventually, he does. "But, before -- yes. Then too. But rarely. They don't like to leave marks and they have many, many other ways to ensure compliance. It doesn't really matter, and it's not at all the worst thing that can happen. Doesn't matter though," he repeats, and changes the subject, finally looking back to Oriana. "'Daesha' means Princess," he finally explains. "Sort of. Queen. A female ruler. Someone you respect." A hint of a smile returns, "'Gida' would be a female warrior, so maybe Gidaesha is more appropriate for today."
Her heart breaks a bit, she looks sad for him. Her head shakes from side to side, of all the good in the galaxy there is so much bad as well. Though she doesn't know to much of their culture she knows enough that there are things there that.. well, her own kind aren't much better at times too. Lifting the bottle she drinks a good amount of the water, it helps her to feel better at least physically, which slowly seeps into a more mental aspect too. Probably the beginning of a good sign, that. His description of the term makes her grin a bit. "Well, that's sweet, thank you. Oh," She suddenly remembers. "I talked to Major Greystorm too, told her too, don't think she'll tell anyone either though but it was part of the interview. She also promoted me to Sgt."
Hex is obviously leaving the topic of what happened to him in the past alone and not looking back - but then, not facing it has apparently been his coping mechanism for years, it's familiar. "Did she?" he asks with surprise, and what seems pleasure, when she tells him the Major promoted her. A grin. "Are you telling me I've just flattened a superior officer?"
"It felt kind of nice to tell her where I'm from, who I am, but, it doesn't mean much either, it's a part of the tale." Like him Oriana tends to leave this in the past and finishes off her bottle of water, body and mind calming from the extensive exercise. Laughing and nodding she puts a hand on her hip and points the empty water bottle at Hex. "Yes, yes you did. But don't let it get to your tails now else you'll think you can always take me and that won't bode well for you in the future."
"Did she have anything to say about it?" Hex wonders, curiously. "Who you are, where you're from? I would be surprised to hear she did, if that's the case. It's one of the things that's sort of... soothing, for lack of a better word, about being in an army. Doesn't really matter who you were before, as long as you can hold a gun and point it the right direction and march when you're supposed to march. I'd be a mess without it." One brow lifts. "More of a mess." As for the rest, he grins at her and promises a future match with, "Oh, we'll see."
"Nothing to much really," Oriana replies giving a casual shrug. "She understood why I wanted to be here, to be part of the Resistance. But what do you say to that? Woe is me type thing? No, we've all got some background of pain don't we. It's what it is." Damn she could use a drink right now, her hand grips onto that water bottle a bit tighter. "To a degree it doesn't matter if you can point and shoot yet, but doesn't it all make us family to a degree to? We're all here, shared with some life of pain and hurt wanting something better, that cause alone is noble, even if we're all, and I do mean all, a mess." Her eyes fix on Hex pointedly. "And any mess can be fixed right?" At least there is finally a slightly positive not from her, compared to the past little while.
It's a quandary. Hex clearly does not think that all messes can be fixed, that all broken things can be put to right. However, he just as clearly doesn't want to scuttle the newly launched flagship of Oriana Trying To Be Positive About stuff, either. So after a moment of sitting there in moral crisis, he agrees, "Right," and then adds, "You really kicked the mother loving life out of my ribs, you know that?" Aw, it sounds like a compliment!
Lips quirk up and she seems a touch amused. "Sorry," Is the reply with a one shouldered shrug. "I guess it's part of business tough." She pauses and eyes him. "Wait you have ribs? Your body isn't held up by sarcasm wit and alcohol?” Now there is a touch of surprise with that humour.
Hex says, "Tcha," Hex makes a chiding noise, accompanied by a twitch of a head-tail. "Don't be ridiculous," he scolds. "Of course I have ribs. Inside my veins and arteries, now," he wags a finger at her, then grins, "That's where the sarcasm, wit, and alcohol are. They have to circulate freely throughout my system, you know? It's science."
Lips quirk up and she seems a touch amused. "Sorry," Is the reply with a one shouldered shrug. "I guess it's part of business tough." She pauses and eyes him. "Wait you have ribs? Your body isn't held up by sarcasm wit and alcohol? Now there is a touch of surprise with that humour.
Hex says, "Tcha," Hex makes a chiding noise, accompanied by a twitch of a head-tail. "Don't be ridiculous," he scolds. "Of course I have ribs. Inside my veins and arteries, now," he wags a finger at her, then grins, "That's where the sarcasm, wit, and alcohol are. They have to circulate freely throughout my system, you know? It's science."
She relaxes more, the grip on that bottle of water loosening some. There is a laugh and soft shake of her head Hex really is impossible but she doesn't need to tell him that again. "Well if that's science they either got it poorly wrong or amazingly right but we will never know I guess as it's a matter of opinion." A pause and she frowns. "Oh, I also forgot to mention I lost the ring of my people some place on Nar Shadda, chances are, it's long gone." It's clear as day, the breaking of her heart in her eyes.
Hex raises a brow, looking sympathetic but not particularly hopeful. "What'd it look like?" he asks. "That's a big place to lose a little ring, full of all manner of creatures who'd be happy to pawn it quick for whatever they can get. Have you put the word out that there's a reward for its return? That's probably your best shot at getting it back."
"It's gold, and a silver inner band. With markings of my home and people on it, but you're right any sort of creature could find it. I looked high and low,asked any face I had seen. A reward isn't a bad idea that ring has been passed down through my families generations. Guess that on top of well..." She trails off, he knows the battle she is in right now he had seen it with his own two eyes after all."
"Try it," Hex suggests, standing and wincing a little as he stretches, though it seems he's pleased with the bruising. He bends down to scoop up his armor as well, "It can't hurt. People like money. If the word gets out far enough, it'll come back to you." He pauses a moment, then rests a hand on her shoulder. "You're doing well," he offers quietly, before collecting his water in preparation for departure. "I've got to get cleaned up and something to eat before I have to patrol later tonight. Find me if you need to vent though, alright? Or talk..." Less seriously, he grins, "Or get knocked on your ass." He winks at her. "Sergeant."
"Yeah I guess I could give it a whirl," Oriana remarks with a nod, though she doesn't sound hopefully about the outcome. It's been pointed out to her plenty that it's unlikely it'll come back, hell, that it really isn't all the important. Feeling his hand on her shoulder eyes would move up and fix on Hex, a thankful smile is given with a pat on his arm before he would get his stuff together to leave. "Thank you, really, for everything. You've been a huge help through all this, I don't know why you put up with me." At mention of her getting another smack on her backside in duel well she laughs. "I'll be ready next time, you can bet on that."
Hex laughs. "Oh, well. You're worth it, obviously," he explains why he puts up with her. He brushes his fingers against his forehead in a farewell salute, then teaches her one last bit of Ryl. "Sahak chir," he offers, and grins. "That means bye, seeya. Or, literally - 'avoid death.'" And off he goes, still in a good mood, with the apparent intention to do just that.
