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Quinlan Vos (waywardjedi) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2019-06-08 19:02:00

Entry tags:

katherine lokadóttir, quinlan vos

Who: Quinlan Vos and Kat.
Where: Kat's Place
What: Quinlan's arrival on the station
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Blood
Open: Open
Status: Ongoing

Quinlan opened his eyes. It was strange. He couldn't remember closing them. It wasn't like his situation gave him the luxury of rest. The last thing he could remember was running through the jungles of Kashyyyk. He was injured. Badly injured. The platform he had been standing on had exploded, nearly killing him. He had managed to get away barely, using the Force to try and keep his trail concealed but it hadn't been enough. He left a trail of blood behind him, dotted on the grass and leaves. The rain had been a blessing and a curse, washing away some of the evidence of his survival but also leaving footprints in the sodden ground.

Blinking, Quinlan's eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. He couldn't remember finding shelter, let alone any place indoors. Slowly, everything came into focus. He had no idea where he was. He didn't recognise anything. Wherever he was, he was sure he wasn't on Kashyyyk any more. But how did he get off the planet? Who had taken him and why? He groaned as he tried to sit upright. Had he been taken in by troops? Things looked far too nice for that. And besides, all the other Jedi had been put to death so why kidnap one? The other Jedi... Memories flooded back to him. That feeling in the Force. One after the other, his brothers and sisters in the Jedi order fell. He could feel their lives fading, their essence becoming one with the Force, and the Force cried for them silently.

Wherever he had landed up, Quinlan knew he was going to have to try and survive. Get his bearings and try to get back to his beloved. For that he'd need to find a ship. He pushed himself up against a wall, and stood up. Holding on to his ribs, he paused, certain he heard movement. He had no where to hide, and he was too injured to try anything silly. Most of his clothing had been shredded in the blast too. The Jedi reached for his lightsaber and waited, watching in the direction of where he heard the noise. Waiting.

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waywardjedi
2019-06-12 04:58 pm UTC (link)

"You took the time to fetch the items. If you are able to aid, I would appreciate it" he replied. Then a pause.

Something was clearly wrong. Aside from what he felt from her when he arrived, something else was clearly on her mind. She seemed able to control her tones and while she sounded calm and gentle, that was not the feeling he got from being in her presence. "You seem hesitant..." he replied. "I can sense it from you. What troubles you?" he asked.

It was strange. His survival on Kashyyyk had taught him a lot. It had brought him closer to truly understanding the Force, and he felt even more at one with it than before. Even through the haze and fog, the pain and discomfort, he could sense ripples in the Force.

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daddyissues_
2019-06-12 06:19 pm UTC (link)

Katherine smiled and opened the jar with the paste. It was a dark and greyish blue with seeds in it. Asgardian make. She had used it once when the phoenix had accidentally brushed her arm. Her wound had been healed within a day but burns healed quickly for her. It was potentially the only time that her dragon lineage came through.

She shook her head at his question. "I am waiting for news which have not come yet. It's just... not a good week." She paused. It wasn't important for him. "This paste is from my father's home. It will help heal the burns. Would you like to apply it or shall I?"

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waywardjedi
2019-06-12 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Quinlan nodded, understanding. He did not press any further about her discomfort. "I can apply it. But I will need assistance with my back" he replied simply. He was covered in burn marks. It was a miracle he had been able to survive as long as he had. The lessons he had learned over the years from each Jedi master, their words and wisdom helped guide him and push him forward. He had meditated upon what he had learned from his own Master Tholme to Master Yoda. He had cast out the lessons that the Sith had tried to impart upon him. He would never return to the Dark side again...

"I appreciate your help. As I said, I am in your debt, Kat. Should you need my assistance when I am well, you only need ask" he reassured her.

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daddyissues_
2019-06-14 12:37 pm UTC (link)

Katherine's instinct was to deny the debt. It was nothing and there was nothing to return. But then she thought of her family's fight. An extra weapon might be useful in an emergency. You never knew. "Thank you", she simply said. "I will help you once you get to your back. Is there anything else you can need? Water? Food?" He would get plenty once he arrived at the temple but his thirst might be too pressing to wait that long.

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waywardjedi
2019-06-14 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Quinlan began to apply the paste to his arms. His limbs shook a little as he did so. While the paste was soothing, it still hurt to move. He had to be calculated with each breath to ensure it didn't make him cough. Images of the jungle flooded his mind for a moment. He could feel the cool rain again... the intensity of the chase. He cast those thoughts aside once more.

"If you can take me to the temple as soon as possible..." he replied. It wasn't as if he was unappreciative of all Kat had done for him. But he wanted to know more about what was going on. Who was that presence? He wondered if Obi-Wan would be there or not. How he wanted to see his old friend. He could only hope that he had truly forgiven him for everything. He could not see his old friend holding on to strong negative feelings, especially after everything they had all gone through.

"She said something about teleportation. I assume you know what she is talking about?" he asked, applying the paste to the burns on his chest.

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daddyissues_
2019-06-17 01:05 pm UTC (link)

"I do indeed," Katherine said. She had taken a seat on the table, right next to the assortment of pastes and medicine. A second later, she held out her hand. "Just take my hand and I will get you there." His back was not tended to yet. But his priorities seemed to lie elsewhere and she could not blame him. He was in a strange place, badly hurt and in the mercy of a stranger. Of course, he would prefer to be with his people.

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waywardjedi
2019-06-18 02:22 am UTC (link)

Quinlan paused and looked to her hand first, scanning his gaze up to her face. He looked puzzled. It wasn't like teleportation was a common thing in his corner of the multiverse. Well, not this way at least. When it was mentioned the first time, Quinlan was confused. Why wouldn't he be?

Was this even safe in his current condition? He wasn't going to ask out loud. It was as if he had nothing left to lose. He had managed to survive the battle so far, but their side had lost the war. He was a broken Jedi, lost in another part of the universe. At least he wasn't entirely alone... But he did not know entirely who to trust either. And in a way that included himself.

"Thank you, Kat... Your kindness will not be forgotten" he said, taking a hold of her hand. "May the Force be with you"

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daddyissues_
2019-06-19 03:15 pm UTC (link)

It took less than a second. One moment they were in Katherine's living-room, the next they stood in the entrance hall of the temple. "It's fine. It's not a big deal," she finally answered him. "This is your stop, Quinlan." Then her voice picked up. She couldn't help it. Her emotions were still a roller coaster and this was how they expressed themselves. "Broken Jedi delivery service is here. Got a package for Kytana Montrose." Her mind was silly sometimes. She blamed her father. He was an all round receiver for blame.

She smiled at Quinlan with a sheepish look and bit her lip. Her smile wasn't hostile, merely playful. "My genes are corrupted. These things just roll out of my mouth," she added in a whispered explanation.

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waywardjedi
2019-06-19 03:32 pm UTC (link)

The shift was so sudden that Quinlan barely had time to blink. In that moment, in that instance, the scenery shifted completely. It was disorientating. He spent a moment in silence, looking around at his new surroundings, taking everything in.

"It is fine" he reassured her with a peaceful smile. What she had said had managed to at least humour him. He knew that she meant no harm by it. But he was also certain there was something on her mind. Something perhaps troubling her. He decided to leave things be.

"Thank you, Kat" he said, bowing his head to her.

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