Isobel Brandt \\ Persephone (praxidike) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-06-20 10:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: corellia, !locale: space, glasya ren, issan ren |
the heart is a stone
Who: Glasya & Issan
What: Issan comes to Glasya's side, and is turned away.
When: the morning after this
Where: in orbit, off Corellia
Rating: G.
The interior of the Wraith was a stew of oppressive silence and chill, metallic air. Of the two occupants it housed, only one was currently active. The BB-unit made no sound as it rocked back and forth on its chassis, its single eye fixed on its master. Glasya Ren lay atop the lowered gurney in the medbay. The fallen knight was a mass of bruises, broken bones, and matted blood. The droid had cleaned off what it could, had inserted a tube to reinflate one collapsing lung, but there remained much it could not do alone. And so in the small hours, as they had made their way to Glasya's most familiar space, the droid had summoned the only one it knew could help.
Mistress Issan, it had sent, in beeps and blips it hoped she would understand. He needs you. Then a series of coordinates, and a time at which they would depart should she not come to them.
Now it extended one small silver arm, reminding itself of the advanced hour as it cleaned and rebandaged the wound around the little tube. Glasya still slept, though fitfully, often speaking aloud with slurred, broken words, as though carrying on his part of a conversation the little droid could not hear. The BB-unit eyed the intravenous drip it had set up, performing hasty calculations as to when its store should be replenished. Another quarter of an hour of drugged unease remained to Glasya; beyond that, the droid would wake him, and bear the consequences of asking where they were meant to go next.