02-07-2017, 04:49 PM
A figure materialized against the gates leading to the Pale Moors, covered in swamp tar and dirt as was usual for anyone who spent more than a few hours in that area. It was riding a Speeder - a hoverbike designed for rugged terrain because it could hover slightly above ground, and a vehicle that had gained popularity especially in the Endless Dunes ever since the Stormtroopers had introduced it there - to cross the Nexus swiftly. The job was done, nothing left to do in that area... it was time to return to the Dunes.
The Pale Moors’ Gate was the one directly opposite to the Endless Dunes one, meaning that the swiftest road was straight through the Nexus, with a slight detour to circumvent the Nexus Fountain. There was always some Prime or another around, whether a new arrival or a respawn after some or another gruesome death... speaking of which, there appeared to be someone by the fountain, the figure took note as it drew closer.
Normally people around there were fresh and alive... this person on the other hand seemed near death. Observing through a pair of binoculars revealed that there was blood on the ground. Not much, but there was no hint at a fight either. Its curiosity piqued, the figure adjusted the binoculars as it came closer, but ultimately could not see anything else without being in a more direct range. A few hundred meters away, it dismounted from the Speeder and tapped its helmet, switching to Infrared vision and sound amplification. Nothing. Outside of the ragged breaths of the woman laying by the fountain the immediate vicinity was clear, as far as a rapid sweep could reveal. This was too elaborate and opportunistic to be a trap. Regardless some caution would be in order. As they came closer they pulled the Speeder along with a rope so as not to leave it behind.
It was questionable whether the woman could notice the figure stepping close, kneeling besides her and placing down a white box on the ground. But she would likely feel the medical syringe shooting a burst of adrenaline through her system when the figure stabbed it into her exposed arm. At least it made her gasp, cough and jerk upwards, before crashing right back down. The figure was quick enough to catch her, preventing any further injuries that would've come with hitting her head on the hard rock.
“Ar... thas...?” a question voiced with a raspy tone came from her mouth. The sort of raspy that was the result of someone having had a dry throat for a while now.
“No, my name is Ghost. Don’t move”, replied the figure. Their helmet, outfitted with a voice modulator, obscured any signs of their identity or even gender.
Though the blonde-haired girl did not reply, nor did her eyes indicate that she had understood anything that was going on, she moved less as the adrenaline shot set in and numbed the pain, if only for a time. How strange... she looked healthy on the surface save for the wounds on her hand yet she was nearly as pale as the ground she was laying on and was possibly hallucinating. Ghost carefully laid her back on the ground and grabbed the flask of water from the Speeder. The Moors were a nasty place, but there was water aplenty... as a result there was plenty left in the flask that they opened and placed against Jaina’s lips.
“Drink”, they simply muttered, before inclining the flask just enough to have a tiny mouthful wet the other’s tongue. She coughed and spilled nearly everything, then Ghost passed their hand around their back once more and lifted her a little, which made the task of swallowing the cool water easier. Ghost fed her four or five mouthfuls that way before withdrawing it again. “Feverish... but this isn’t just flu.” She needed medical aid, in any case. Ghost had no way of telling a Secondary from a Prime by just looks and appearances, so the risk was present that this girl would not respawn if she died out here. And provided that no Prime came around to nurse her to health, chances looked grim.
“Well... I’m not leaving that job unfinished then”, thought Ghost as they lifted Jaina as carefully as they could and put her on the Speeder. Luckily those things were conceived for two people... by using some spare clothing as improvised belts they tied Jaina’s feet to the footrests to give her some rudimentary stability in the saddle. Far from ideal but better than nothing. Ghost themselves climbed into the saddle behind Jaina, letting her lean against them and viewing the dashboard and the path ahead over her shoulder. “Easy now”, mumbled Ghost while starting the machine up again. “We’ll see if the Doc can’t help you out.” Then the Speeder took off, resuming its course straight towards the Endless Dunes Gate.
The Pale Moors’ Gate was the one directly opposite to the Endless Dunes one, meaning that the swiftest road was straight through the Nexus, with a slight detour to circumvent the Nexus Fountain. There was always some Prime or another around, whether a new arrival or a respawn after some or another gruesome death... speaking of which, there appeared to be someone by the fountain, the figure took note as it drew closer.
Normally people around there were fresh and alive... this person on the other hand seemed near death. Observing through a pair of binoculars revealed that there was blood on the ground. Not much, but there was no hint at a fight either. Its curiosity piqued, the figure adjusted the binoculars as it came closer, but ultimately could not see anything else without being in a more direct range. A few hundred meters away, it dismounted from the Speeder and tapped its helmet, switching to Infrared vision and sound amplification. Nothing. Outside of the ragged breaths of the woman laying by the fountain the immediate vicinity was clear, as far as a rapid sweep could reveal. This was too elaborate and opportunistic to be a trap. Regardless some caution would be in order. As they came closer they pulled the Speeder along with a rope so as not to leave it behind.
It was questionable whether the woman could notice the figure stepping close, kneeling besides her and placing down a white box on the ground. But she would likely feel the medical syringe shooting a burst of adrenaline through her system when the figure stabbed it into her exposed arm. At least it made her gasp, cough and jerk upwards, before crashing right back down. The figure was quick enough to catch her, preventing any further injuries that would've come with hitting her head on the hard rock.
“Ar... thas...?” a question voiced with a raspy tone came from her mouth. The sort of raspy that was the result of someone having had a dry throat for a while now.
“No, my name is Ghost. Don’t move”, replied the figure. Their helmet, outfitted with a voice modulator, obscured any signs of their identity or even gender.
Though the blonde-haired girl did not reply, nor did her eyes indicate that she had understood anything that was going on, she moved less as the adrenaline shot set in and numbed the pain, if only for a time. How strange... she looked healthy on the surface save for the wounds on her hand yet she was nearly as pale as the ground she was laying on and was possibly hallucinating. Ghost carefully laid her back on the ground and grabbed the flask of water from the Speeder. The Moors were a nasty place, but there was water aplenty... as a result there was plenty left in the flask that they opened and placed against Jaina’s lips.
“Drink”, they simply muttered, before inclining the flask just enough to have a tiny mouthful wet the other’s tongue. She coughed and spilled nearly everything, then Ghost passed their hand around their back once more and lifted her a little, which made the task of swallowing the cool water easier. Ghost fed her four or five mouthfuls that way before withdrawing it again. “Feverish... but this isn’t just flu.” She needed medical aid, in any case. Ghost had no way of telling a Secondary from a Prime by just looks and appearances, so the risk was present that this girl would not respawn if she died out here. And provided that no Prime came around to nurse her to health, chances looked grim.
“Well... I’m not leaving that job unfinished then”, thought Ghost as they lifted Jaina as carefully as they could and put her on the Speeder. Luckily those things were conceived for two people... by using some spare clothing as improvised belts they tied Jaina’s feet to the footrests to give her some rudimentary stability in the saddle. Far from ideal but better than nothing. Ghost themselves climbed into the saddle behind Jaina, letting her lean against them and viewing the dashboard and the path ahead over her shoulder. “Easy now”, mumbled Ghost while starting the machine up again. “We’ll see if the Doc can’t help you out.” Then the Speeder took off, resuming its course straight towards the Endless Dunes Gate.
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