#jung-ma

[wondermumbles]

Jung-Ma genderbend!  Kolodi and Meythro as Kolodi and Meythra

”Kolödi” (alt+0246)

[thezolak]

Kazouk sighed heavily, slinking his shoulders. He looked to the side of his bed, his eyes drifting over her form. Saeta looked so peaceful and calm in his eyes. She let out a light moan in her sleep before shifting around and pulling the bed sheets. He couldn't help but chuckle, reaching to push back a loose strand of hair that covered her eyes. He then curled his fingers around her ear, rubbing her earlobe playfully as a smile spread across his lips.

He shook the thought out of his head, his smile fading once again as he looked back to the data pad. "You don't even know what you want..." He muttered to himself as old logs scrolled across the view screen. "You've got two extra mouths to feed on top of keeping Tinny maintained and not to mention the ships costs as well as supplies. Jack of all trades but which of them are safe to even use now? Hmm." 

Tapping his chin, he paused for a moment turning to look to his sleeping Saeta. "Let's see what she can do and then make a decision, no other choice really." He nodded, once again looking over his old logs.

Brows furrowed, memories coming back to him. "SerraTek... Imperial Balmorran Conquest whatever they called themselves.... I... need to work for myself. No darts in the back and no worry of being left to die. That's how it'll have to be." Kazouk slid out of bed, placing the datapad to the side after he had turned it off. He strolled over to his storage unit, the only sound in the room being his bare feet on the steel floor.

"Time to inspect the landing gear, carrying that Tauntaun planet to planet can't be good for landings." He muttered one last time, slipping on his sealed pilot suit before walking out of the room. He slowed to a stop as he exited, looking back to Saeta, his hand reaching to the rooms console. The door slid closed before he continued on his way.

[thezolak]

"Cut the crap SeeZee, we need to keep a low profile." Saam snarled, looking back to the droid.

The droid shook his head, holding his rifle ready as the two slowly made their way up the hill. "Concerned: The frequency of these halucinations are growing Sir, perhaps I should ta-"

"No. Better I take a hit and you function, that way if I can't tell what's what you can." Saam stopped and turned, looking to the droid. If felt like a decade, standing there, simply looking at his synthetic wingman. Part of him wished he could be one, not having to worry about force manipulation, the feeling of being helpless and at the mercy of someone else and now? Nothing was certain.

"Confirmation: Roger that Sir. Advisement: We are not that well armed and my sensors indicate we are far from the Strike Team's landing zone. We should find a defendable position and hold out until search parties are dispatched." SeeZee nodded his head confidently even as he scanned their surroundings, rifle held ready.

Saam slunk his head, looking over his gear before sighing heavily. If only he was in his field armor and not a pilot suit, with a one time shield charge and minimal communication capabilies, not to mention low ammunition, the last thing this was going to be would be a walk in the Coruscant gardens. It only seemed to feed whatever was inside him, this feeling of being isolated and hopeless but it wasn't going to be the end of him, or..? No, he couldn't think that way. Not while his Unit was... being reassigned. Was this all a plan? Were they trying to get rid of him? But why? ~Because they fear you. You can replace them easily. You push and you push, you work hard and for what? To only be stepped on like an insect. In a planet few even know exists. But we understand your.. pain... your... struggle... come to us, we can solve what ails yo- ~

"NEVER!" Saam yelled out, grabbing on to his helmet as he shook his head furiously. "Make it stop SeeZee!"

SeeZee didn't say a word, only stepping closer to Saam as he slung his rifle on to his back. He reached in to one of the back pockets on Saam's belt, removing a small injector. With machanical percision, the droid tilted Saam's head to the side, pressing the injector against what skin he could reveal. After the sound of the injector releasing all was quiet again as Saam slowly fell in to SeeZee's arms.

"We'll get you to safety Commander." SeeZee whispered, now carefully dragging Saam in to a nearby cave.