Log:The Hard Way, Pt. 2
The Hard Way, Pt. 2
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Guri, Nyla Forr, Jehni'va Cihn
Jehn and Nyla go for a ride.
This probably hasn't been the most fun ever for Nyla and Jehni'va, but Guri has had a grand old time. She's not a nice person, and also, not on the receiving end of the violence. That helps. They arrive in the garage, or whatever it is, and once there, the ladies are loaded up onto some sort of hover cart, then covered with a tarp as they're hauled to a lift, and then to a landing pad atop a tall building. Should they wake up enough to peek out from beneath the tarp, it'll be mostly dark sky, and speeding ships that fly overhead. From the landing pad, they are hauled onto a Surronian assault ship, and that's where the tarp is pulled back. Nyla is picked up first with a surprising degree of ease, and moved off the cart so that she can be shackled to some heavy piece of equipment inside, and then it's on to Jehn, who gets nudged with the toe of Guri's boot. "Wake up."
It feels like she got hit by a train, but Jehn can't quite place why the first thing she feels upon blinking into wakefulness is crippling, overwhelming fear. Grief.
Nyla.
With a sudden gasp, her eyes snap open - the assault of light rattling them in their sockets. Ugh, her head. "Ny-" She recoils away from the boot with a pained groan; nothing is broken, but damn is she bruised. She blinks back tears as she struggles to bring the situation into focus; blearily, she turns... And sees the other woman chained to equipment not far off. The vice loosens its hold on her chest and she exhales sharply. Still sprawled on the cart, the human woman lifts a hand to clutch at the back of her head as her eyes roll, nervously towards the absolutely terrifying blonde woman holding them hostage. "What do you /want/?" Because no one goes through this much trouble for some body work.
Nyla Forr is a bloody mess. Like, really. Her clothes, once nice and thoughtfully picked out for the evening, are crusted with acid rain residue, oil from the street, and lots and LOTS of blood. She can barely move as her own wakefulness bowls into her like a star destroyer. Nyla groans, moving a little, the sound of metal shackles scraping against their holds echoing out into their temporary home. There is a ruffled grunt of surprise as her leg refuses to move on her. Nyla manages to lift her head, her nose swollen and red with dried blood coating her face. Her eyes are almost swollen shut, the world around her a blurry mess.
Guri doesn't seem to have much concern for the messy state of Nyla, but she is able to assess that the injuries, though painful, at present aren't fatal. "The ship needs repair work done, so do it, and do it right. You don't want to know what happens to you if you don't," but one can assume it's unpleasant if their current situation is any sort of indication. She points to a rack for tools, which there are plenty of. "Get to work."
The clang of metal on metal and the sight of her roommate's state bring reality crashing together harder than Jehn would have liked. How can she fight this? She can't. Reluctantly, she pushes herself to her feet and sways uneasily, her head pounding against her skull in time with a racing heartbeat. She stares at the woman shackled on the floor, hands balling into fists. "Right away." She growls, and slowly turns to survey the surrounding vessel. "So... What is the - ah - issue?" She uncurls her fingers as she notes the damage. She sniffs, catching the acrid scent of fried connections and oil. Engine. "How does she move?" She presses, eyes drifting back to the injured Nyla. "Please, can we get her some help?" She asks, quietly.
Nyla Forr 's good leg extends, the heel of her boot sliding with a gritty noise across the ground. She's perhaps a little delirious as she attempts to stand, having to be reminded that her left thigh has a hole in it. She slumps back against the machinery she's tied to. "Guh," Nyla gasps, pulling at her arms which refuse to budge in their restraints. "Jehn?" the injured woman mumbles weakly, the voice ringing a familiar bell in her muddled mind.
The compliance is music to Guri's ears, and again she motions to the tools. "It won't go. It starts, and will fly, but it has almost no speed." Though the blaster is in her belt, the droid rests a hand on it's grip comfortably. "She will live, the wound won't be fatal for some time. Work fast, and I'll drop you both off so that you can get her help." She lets Jehn roam as she needs to, while staying in the back of the ship with Nyla.
And all they have to go on is this woman's word. Great. Still, Jehn - even in this state - is as trusting as they come and willing to buy Guri's reassurance. "Have it your way." The pilot huffs, stomping towards the tools in question and tugging at her sleeves. "What is this, Conqueror class?" She squints at the ship around them. "I'm going to need access to the engine room and the power core." There's a note of urgency there, and she doesn't ask further permission - just marches past their captor and the injured Nyla with only a look passed to the latter on the way. The 'I'm sorry' is implied.
"Done fucked your inter-level conduits." Jehn comments once she's settled herself into hyperdrive access, yanking on a clutch of smashed parts. "Charge planes are toast too... Damn." Let the sparking begin.
Nyla Forr cracks her eyes open enough to finally make sense of the world. As much sense as her addled head can, that is. Panic starts to bubble up in her chest. "It hurts," Nyla mumbles vaguely. What? Everything. She watches Jehn helplessly as the woman just... walks on by. Nyla frowns painfully and struggles against her holds again. The hell is going on? "Jehn?" this time there is marked fear in her voice. "Help?" Her wrists are /stuck/ on something!
It is all that Jehn has to operate on, and no reason outside of her trusting nature to believe that this won't end badly for the both of them once the ship is fixed. Guri doesn't do anything to prevent Jehn from heading into other parts of the ship, and instead crouches down beside Nyla once the mechanic is out of sight. "Didn't plan on taking you too," she reports conversationally. "Can't have you running off kicking up a fit before the work is done." She reaches out to pat Nyla's bad leg, but far enough down that it doesn't hit the wound. "As long as she does what she's supposed to, you both will be limping right on out of here in no time. If she doesn't, you'll still be leaving the ship, but I'll just toss you over the edge of the landing pad. So much easier than killing you in here, and leaving a mess."
The sounds that erupt from the smoked engine are... Encouraging? There isn't much swearing and it has yet to explode. Still, the mechanics hands tremble and shake as she rewires a coupling and drags a fried charge plane from the hyperdrive. "You're not getting enough power." She frowns - finding problems on problems with each shift of the engine schematics. Ugh. Deep breaths, Jehn.
The mechanic on duty slumps back toward Guri and Nyla with a fist full of tubing and the charge plane under one arm - she is not in time to hear the words spoken, nor taste the malice in them, but she stumbles over her feet at the tail end of the pat and threat. "I'm going to have to crack into the power core." She warns the blonde, voice hard. "Might set off an alarm." Her eyes narrow at the hand at Nyla's injured leg. "Don't." She growls automatically, helplessness acting as the catalyst for rage; she bristles as much as someone of her bedraggled, unintimidating stature is capable of.
Nyla Forr twitches a little, her body attempting to recoil, but she's pressed up against the machinery. red ringed brown eyes focus on Guri and she studies that face... that damn, flawless face. "Fuckin' do it," she growls with challenge in her voice. "See how that ends for you." Because, you know, Jehn and the Defiance are /so capable/. She slumps back, lulling her head back on the hard metal and turning attention up on Jehn. "Dun' worry about me. M'fine," says the bloody pulp of a tiny human.
Guri's eyes narrow ever so slightly at the clamor coming from the engine room, but nothing explodes, and that is always a good sign that things are on the right track. "Fuckin' do it?" The fingers on Nyla's leg squeeze tighter, not painfully so, not yet. "If I do, you'll never get the revenge you're after." The warning growl from Jehni'va is rewarded with an amused laugh, but it's cold, unkind. She is obviously laughing /at/ them. "Or what? Do your work, woman, or what use do I have for you?"
Jehni'va Cihn sways with a tightening grip on the parts in her hand. "As you wish." She snarls through gritted teeth, relenting before this psycho can hurt Nyla anymore. At the tool bench, Jehn fumbles with the tubing, spraying a patch adhesive along the lines to contain the leak - assuming this is all of it. The charge plane though? "I can make it work, but it will need to be replaced at your... Earliest convenience." She grumbles, patting the plane. "She won't run as solid as she did." Before this bitch fucked it up in the worst way? Jehn disappears back into the engine room, and with a series of clanks, clatters - and then a brief alarm blaring - she grunts her way back toward them. "Try it."
"Revenge?" Nyla sneers, trying not to show the pain that Guri's grip causes her. She isn't much smarter than Jehn, let's be honest. "Who said I wanted revenge? Your life seems pretty pathetic an' lonely as it is." Her eyes turn up and around the ship's interior. "I mean, you gotta kidnap mechanics. S'sad."
"Got it." Guri watches Jehn as she heads back to once again work on the repairs, and then those almost too blue eyes come to rest on Nyla again. She leans in reeeeeeal close. "You assume that having it fixed is the point." That sentiment is punctuated with an exclamation mark in the form of a fist, right to Nyla's mouth. It's not that hard, hard enough to make her head bounce against the hard surface behind it, enough to cut soft lip on hard teeth, but not enough force to break teeth. "Don't be rude." With that she pushes to her feet and saunters her way into the cockpit to start things up, presuming that's what Jehn wanted her to do.
Nyla Forr 's head snaps back, hitting the metal behind her. Her broken nose is bleeding again and Nyla grunts softly, head hanging limply for a few long moments. "Yes, love," she says to Guri as she gets up and walks away. Nyla looks up, absently licking the blood off her lips as it drips from her nose and from her mouth.
Jehn is smart enough not to launch herself at the woman again - actually, she's busied herself with performing a final tune-up in the back. She is moving back toward them as Guri nails Nyla in the mouth and stalks away, leaving the mechanic to drop at the other woman's side. "/Nyla/." She hisses, worry etched into the lines of her brow as she gingerly touches her sleeve to the flow of blood. "I'm so sorry." She whispers as Guri readies the ship. "I'm so sorry."
Guri leaves the pair to bleed and apologize as she vanishes into the cockpit and brings the ship online, and then the engines start up. The ramp on the ship begins to close, trapping the women within. Ominous, though maybe less ominous than if she'd tried to take off with the ramp still down. Nothing explodes, which is a happy thing for everyone on board, and after things warm up, and it all comes online, the ship takes off. Rumble, rumble, jostle. No one in back is properly strapped in, so it might be a bit of a rough ride for them, though not too bad, and they're not up in the air for too long. Long enough to break atmo, then turn around to head back down to the moon to touch down once again.
Nyla Forr looks over as Guri leaves. "Don't," the bloodied girl urges. "This isn't your fault. This is... fucked up, but s'not your fault." She sounds stuffy and muffled from the broken nose. She sadly scans the face of the girl in front of her. "Jehn, /go/," she urges, nodding her head at the ramp that starts to close. "I'm dead anyways, /go/!" Nyla props her good leg up, pushing at Jehn weakly with her foot. "Please, get out of here." She's begging, tears welling up in her eyes.
There's a snarl as the ship kicks to life around them - not to the softly purring, dulcet tones of her success - but at the tears and begging from the bloodied Nyla. "Shut up." She growls, but it's not aggressive, and she wedges herself against the equipment and wraps her arms carefully around the injured woman. She's gross and filthy and oozing blood and oil all over her as Jehn does her best to secure them for the bumps and turns of flight. She presses a kiss to her forehead and grits her teeth as they are bumped and jostled with no indication that this is ending back where it started. "This seems fitting."
The ship touches down again, but the engine continues running, and when Guri emerges from the cockpit, it's with her blaster drawn. She doesn't /say/ anything to the pair before she squeezes the trigger in quick succession. Lucky for them, once again, the setting is on stun. It's going to hurt, and suck, but it's not lethal. She's keeping her word on that, the ship is fixed, and therefore they both get to live. With the women stunned, she shoves the blaster back into it's holster and picks up Jehn first, and again she goes on that cart. Nyla is unshackled, and joins Jehni'va on the cart. As before, they're covered with a tarp, and only then is the ramp lowered. The cart is guided off the ship on what was the Parmac, but is now Lord Eebua's starport, and left in the area where ships are left to load up cargo. They're left, woozy, bloody and injured, but alive. A credit chit is stuffed into Jehni'va's pocket at some point in all of this, which will be a nice, but perhaps confusing surprise later on when it's found.
