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The Mandalorian ([info]dindjarin) wrote in [info]thedisplaced,
@ 2020-01-13 16:36:00

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Entry tags:cara dune, liv moore, the mandalorian

WHO: The Mandalorian, Cara Dune (cameos by Nebula and Liv Moore)
WHEN: Today
WHERE: The Bureau
WHAT: Wakey wakey eggs and bac-y. (AKA Mando gets knocked out cold and wakes up later.)
TRIGGERS: None

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Tick. The edges of the noise were almost filed down the way it sounded, smoothed over where they should have been sharper.

Tick. He pulled in a breath, cautiously. Even in the slow dawning of his consciousness the Mandalorian knew better than to draw in too deeply. One misplaced (or broken) rib was all it took to let out an involuntary hiss, and then you’d end up alerting your capturer that you were coming round before you were rightly braced to contend with them.

Tick He inhaled a bit more, tentatively feeling out the limits of a sore chest before deciding that everything was about as right internally as it ever was. Next was to quietly, slowly tilt his head to glimpse where he was. A brief burst of recollection flooded back as he took in what appeared to be the inside of a containment cell. A bright flash of light, then solid ground beneath his feet, turning to see Cara beside him -- then, someone coming at them. He didn’t stop to ask any questions, and neither had Cara. The fight had seemed to be in their favor until it wasn’t. The telltale prickle of nerves was still present where the woman had applied some sort of electric current after he’d politely declined to stand down. He didn’t have a second chance to rethink that strategy.

Tick. No restraints. Either that was because he had been deemed a lesser threat, or because the room was inescapable.

Tick. Or maybe it was because that ticking noise was more indicative of something mechanical and rigged to explode. There was a little less stealth in the next movement as the Mandalorian rustled to his feet towards the offending device. He spared only a half second of consideration over the fact that no one had removed his armor or helmet as he scanned the spherical wall hanging. No. Nothing dangerous. It looked like an older type of chronometer, actually.

Tick. Sure. Chronometer. That made some sense, and much more sense than the rest of this moment. The rhythmic sound was easier to block out now. He turned to the room itself, absorbing more about it now that immediate perils seemed absent.

Except that the mere pivot to take in the environmental forced one obvious fact to the front of the Mandalorian’s attention. After fighting to ensure that the kid had been safe, after nearly giving in to the possibility that he wouldn’t walk away from Moff Gideon’s ambush…

The kid was nowhere to be seen. No small coo, no small amount of chaos unfolding to indicate that he’d found something to play with that most likely was not a toy. There were many times when the helmet felt like a wall of safety between himself and the galaxy, starting with the first day he had donned his beskar armor. No one could see his grimaces and distress as he struggled to deal with the weight and the confinement, trying to figure out how to navigate with this second skin. Now, the helmet was shielding something equally raw.

He didn’t have a moment to reflect much more before a voice called out from behind him. “Are you ready to listen now?”

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[info]whysosensitive
2020-01-14 12:12 am UTC (link)
"Nebula. That's not helpful," another voice softly rebutted.

"Neither was trying to set me on fire with a flame thrower."

"You remember how disorienting it is —" The softer voice was cut off by the harder, more robotic voice. The one belonging to the woman with blue and purple skin. And cybernetics. She had all black eyes, which didn't bother Cara in the least, even if she was trying to figure out what species she was.

"Which is why he's not dead." Cara tensed.

"He's not dead because you don't do that anymore," the extremely pale woman answered, deadpan and looking straight at the other. Cara could barely make it out through the thin slit between her eyelids.

"He's not dead because there would be too much paperwork." Under different circumstances, Cara might have liked her.

"I can handle it from here."

"Fine, but if you need me, I'll be outside the door." The door opened and closed as the two-toned one left.

The pale one remained. She was small, much smaller than either of them. Why would they leave her alone with two people who had to be taken down with electroshocks until they were unconscious?

"I'm Dr. Liv Moore," she stood in front of Mando, holding out her hand. Then over her shoulder to Cara, she added, "You can open your eyes now."

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-14 12:27 am UTC (link)
It was easier to stay silent in the midst of others speaking. The Mandalorian remained fixed to his spot, not offering much more than the pivot around upon being addressed. He noted the names. He noted the clothing of the smaller figure. Nothing looked familiar about anything within his view -- nothing save for Cara feigning her best attempt at being knocked out.

His eyes trailed downwards to the extended hand, then back up to the doctor. A friendly gesture rarely followed with anything genuinely friendly. He left Cara to decide her move as he addressed their visitor, her hand left waiting and open.

"How many credits for the two of us?" A simple question. Capture more than likely meant someone was about to try to collect a payday.

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[info]zombiemode
2020-01-14 03:14 am UTC (link)
Liv took the hint. She'd win them over by simply being a good doctor. She didn't often get stuck with the explanation part of the job, but in certain circumstances, it was better her than... Well, Nebula. Nebula would be blunt, to the point, and maybe some people appreciated that. She was also impatient, among other things.

"What do you mean? Credits? For the two of you?"

Cara was up and standing just over Liv's shoulder. She cut an imposing figure, but that didn't mean much in this scenario. The woman in front of her wasn't just short and pale; she was like some sort of Wistie from the moon of Endor. They'd been on the Ewoks side, but the Stormtroopers weren't fond of them.

"He means how much for our release."

Liv's eyes over-widened. "Oh.. Oh, this is not like that at all. Did — do you remember coming through a portal? Usually blue and space-like?"

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-14 03:33 am UTC (link)
The Mandalorian did recall a blue something -- a bright, blue something -- but he rarely returned a fast answer. The helmet tilted a scant few degrees upward to meet with Cara's eyes. There were a series of questions with absent answers right now, and the answers being given right now didn't line up neatly with any known quantities.

That, and the room itself presented further questions every time he caught an errant detail. The mix of organic materials and synthetic, the lighting...

Everything was skewed, foreign in its own way. Which brought a further revelation: he had no idea where here was. Cara was likely at that stage of processing, as well, given her restraint. The only way they were getting information would be to keep agreeable. For now. If these people had the kid holed up somewhere, then they had leverage anyway.

"Sounds familiar." The Mandalorian returned his gaze to Liv. "We're listening."

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[info]zombiemode
2020-01-14 03:46 am UTC (link)
"Everyone you've met — which isn't much admittedly — has gone through something like it and arrived here. None of us are from this world — dimension. This dimension's world." It was complicated saying it like that, so Liv gave a little shrug and tried to clarify. "Okay, so I'm from this planet. It's called Earth. But I'm not from this Earth. I'm from one with some vastly different, uh, things going on."

Liv could tell by the tiny tattoo under Dune's eye that she was either a) a Star Wars fan or b) from the Rebel Alliance. It could go either way, really, except for the blaster she's come in with was fully functional and definitely not from this world.

Cara tried to catch The Mandalorian's eye, but it was impossible to tell behind that helmet. Still, she knew he was likely trying to get read on her as much as the woman in front of them. The story she was telling sounded like utter bullshit, but nothing about this place registered as anywhere she'd been. "Another dimension?"

Liv nodded. "And it gets worse. Most of us are considered fictional here so I know that you were probably with the Rebellion, right? And you're like that bounty hunter, Boba Fett. Your armor's similar, but his was mostly green, and he got eaten by a Sarlacc."

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-14 11:10 pm UTC (link)
This response was delivered faster: "I'm not like Boba Fett." It was instinctual whenever the comparison was drawn. Mandalorian armor did not a Mandalorian make. There was a code and a creed, and Fett heeded to neither.

But, fine, presented with no other explanation at the moment than alternate dimensions, the Mandalorian bowed his head slightly. There was one door to this room. Leaving would probably require another fight -- not ideal -- or asking some smarter questions.

"Are we being kept here, then?"

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[info]zombiemode
2020-01-15 02:34 am UTC (link)
The instant response to that reply saw Cara's eyebrows shoot upward. She was going to have to talk to him about that. She'd heard of Fett. Everyone had heard of him. It rippled through the Alliance after Solo had been taken, and bounty hunters were notorious on their own.

Liv's mouth, on the other hand, went the opposite direction at the question. "Oh. Oh! No, you're not. I mean, temporarily. We have to give you a vaccination before we can let you out so that we can make sure we don't affect the population already here. And so you don't catch anything from carriers here. Then we give it some time to make sure you don't have an allergic reaction to it." Liv looked between them, unfazed by their height or imposing nature. She was a caregiver, not a jail attendant. "We don't like to do that without consent, so if you had to be sedated or knocked out when you arrived — happens more often than you know — we wait until you come to."

Liv slipped out from between them and gestured to two examination tables that were side by side. There was a curtain between them, but it was not drawn at the moment. "If you wouldn't mind... And I can explain more while we make sure you're in good health in case you get sick or injured later. Baseline stuff so I don't freak out if you have a rapid pulse compared to humans or two hearts like a few people here."

Cara didn't move. At least not until he did.

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-15 02:49 am UTC (link)
There might have been a light chuckle if you listened closely enough and had an ear for what such a thing might sound like through the filter of a helmet. The trajectory of this meeting was unpredictable at best to the Mandalorian, who was sure that this... bubbly doctor had just requested that he hop onto the examination table to be injected with something. To her credit, she didn't seem to be putting on an act, but seem was a word without a stable foundation.

The Mandalorian remained fixed to his spot.

"And I assume if I refuse, then I stay in here." It wasn't a question. He could draw the conclusion without any hand-holding. Obviously there were guards intercepting people from freely leaving the moment they arrived, and those guards would make another appearance if anyone decided to be difficult. He could test that, but the last few days had been thrilling and painful enough without another confrontation.

He was quiet. Then, he crossed his arms. "Only thing I have is your word. That doesn't mean I trust you at it."

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[info]zombiemode
2020-01-15 03:08 am UTC (link)
"I'm afraid, as a doctor, I couldn't in good conscious let you leave here to either get sick or get someone sick." Liv reached into the fridge — which always seemed to restock itself when you weren't looking — and withdrew two vials, one for each of them. "I don't know if your world has vaccinations. I was a fan, but not the wikipedia, discourse-writing type." She paused. "On the other hand, I never harassed anyone to leaving social media because of it either."

She continued to the examination tables, where she stood between the two.

"You have nothing but my word, and I accept that that's not a lot when you've just been tossed between worlds through a portal that seems to enjoy disrupting everyone's lives."

It was Cara's turn to laugh under her breath now. This woman didn't seem to think of them as a threat, didn't hesitate when they had surrounded her, and was now calmly talking as if Mando hadn't just told her he didn't trust her. If she had any wits about her, she would have been nervous. A suspicious Mandalorian was a dangerous thing, even without his weapons. Either she was an idiot or she was confident she didn't need violence in this situation. It flabbergasted Cara. She couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"I can't make you do anything, and honestly, I don't want to. I will answer any questions you might have on the vaccine, and then I will ask you if you will consent to it. If you say yes, we wait four hours for adverse reactions, and then we send you on your way. If you say no, then yes, we will have to hold you somewhere in this building. Like I said, I couldn't let you go out and get sick or get others sick. This group — we call ourselves the Displaced — all came from different worlds with different diseases, and at one point, we gave the people of this town one of the diseases we had come across on our travels. Half of them died from it. I can't let that happen again."

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-15 03:25 am UTC (link)
Barring a few odd phrases here and there, the logic of the explanation was sound. And courteous. Anyone Imp-aligned would not go through any amount of pleasantries, not after everything with Moff Gideon on Nevarro. Sending out a medic who seemed unarmed? No, that wouldn't be anything of Imperial make. And not of any Guild make either, if somehow the tables had turned again and he was a wanted man.

The frustrating part was that as impossible to believe as it all was, the Mandalorian's gut was telling him that there was no case here for ill intent. He looked to Cara, noting her defiance and that glint of derision as she seemed to be trying to jump the same mental hurdles he was. They could hold out, but time would be lost in figuring out where the kid was.

"You inject me. Only me first." He took a few steps to the table, but stopped to address Liv more directly. "Armor stays on. That's my condition."

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[info]zombiemode
2020-01-15 03:46 am UTC (link)
"Not a chance you're doing this by yourself," Cara piped up in that low voice that clearly meant she was serious, and she wasn't going to take anyone's rebuttal, no matter who they were. She hopped up on a table before he could stop her.

The only thing that had been removed from the pair was their weapons. Liv assumed the helmet might have been something that kept him breathing so she didn't take it off. Barring a medical emergency, Liv didn't remove anything from the newly Displaced.

She opened the first needle out of the package and put it together. Her gloved hands worked quickly and efficiently as she moved to "All I need is part of an arm to give you the shot. You can keep whatever you want on otherwise." She glanced between the pair of them, holding out her hand to the Mandalorian. "After this is done, I can get you some food and something to drink. I'm not sure when the last time either of you ate."

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-15 03:59 am UTC (link)
And that was how that went with Cara. So much for an attempt to make sure it was actually as safe as the doctor insisted before submitting Cara to the same. Yes, it might've been a protective play, but he knew she had a good chance of turning this scenario around if he was out of commission. The Mandalorian didn't contest her will; he knew better than to, and he respected her more than to even entertain the thought.

A glove was pulled off first. The bracers with his flamethrowers had already been removed, which meant all he needed was to roll up a sleeve enough to expose a scarred upper arm.

"Nothing for me," the Mandalorian replied to the offered meal as he awaited the pinch of the needle. Food and drink could wait. He was used to securing solitude before even considering thirst or hunger.

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[info]zombiemode
2020-01-15 04:28 am UTC (link)
The scars were only just healed over. They were also — was that some sort of welding to shut them? She knew they did things differently there, but she could have done so much better sewing work on this. Liv cleaned the area, waited thirty seconds, then gave him the shot as painlessly as she could, slipping the needle in, injecting the vaccine, and then out. When that was done, she applied another cotton swab and a bandage over it. "If you have special dietary needs, I can make sure they're handled. Some people eat kosher here. Some Halal. Some are gluten free or dairy free. If there's something you're unsure of, let me know."

"I'll take whatever's popular round here," Cara said with a grin. She was adventurous, and maybe this was what they'd need to fit in. Liv reached for Cara's arm and repeated the same process on her. Liv jotted down a few things in her tablet before she smiled at Cara and said.

"I'll grab a pizza. I'd get you a beer, but no alcohol until we're sure you won't have any adverse reactions. In the meantime, there's some chairs over there to get comfortable in." She set an alarm that alert all of them when the time was up. "If you need anything, I'll be in my office right over there."

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-16 12:41 am UTC (link)
The Doctor had retreated with that final offer, which left the Mandalorian with Cara. He'd rolled his sleeve down and cast a silent vigil on the exit door. There was a loose curiosity about what a 'pizza' was, but he left it be. On the list of his concerns right now, a 'pizza' was low towards the bottom.

He didn't have to say anything, but the quiet felt all the more unnerving without a small coo to interrupt it. "No one is that friendly," was the remark. "Couldn't get a read on motives for it."

He crossed his arms. "Wherever we are, I don't think the kid came along."

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[info]whysosensitive
2020-01-16 01:20 am UTC (link)
Cara frowned as soon as the doctor was gone. Having a trained medic in the field was helpful when a droid couldn't be there, but it seemed strange in a set place. None of the stuff on the shelves looked at all familiar, and some of this seemed weirdly archaic.

"You sure? Could be friendly 'cause they've got him somewhere. Didn't you say you busted him out of a medlab on Nevarro?"

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[info]dindjarin
2020-01-16 01:32 am UTC (link)
"It was attached to where we met the client," the Mandalorian replied. So far, his arm didn't feel any different for the injection, although he kept a piece of his attention focused on that for any change. "Crawling with Imps. This place... don't think this is Imperial."

He spared a glance to his side. Left on the shelf beside where the doctor had gathered he supplies were small stuffed animals of some variety and a few toys. those obviously weren't intend for himself or Cara. Children must have been in this room for one reason or another, and they were placated with something to fidget. That hadn't been the case for the kid. Comforts weren't a consideration.

"Thermal scanners aren't giving me anything, either."

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[info]whysosensitive
2020-01-16 02:38 am UTC (link)
It might have sounded strange but there was a scent to storm trooper armor. Regulation supplies had a certain chemical smell. Certain signs that signaled something Imperial. None of those signs were here. They also didn't use a lot of trickery when it came to tactics when they had the upper hand, which they clearly did here. Whoever these beings were.

"Okay. Not Imperial. That still leaves us with a galaxy full of potentials." Cara didn't like the variables. "Nothing? Just the people we met?"

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