[b]Fallenreaper/Ultimate523 - Jayda/Strago[/b]

Jayda felt the Kolto level sudden drop, the liquid drained from the tank and soon vanished. Her skin bumped from the wave of chill that licked up her figure, barely noticable among the scarring and damage. She pulle her head forward, removed it from her mouth as her eyes cautiously watched the glass shift down signaling for her to come out. Placed the mask at her side, Jayda started to pull out. Her skimpy shorts and tank darkened and suctioned to her figure but she didn't care. Her only thoughts were to get dress and find Sish. Only the Gods knew what trouble his appetite for mayhem, suffering and brutality had caused in her absence. It was harder then normal to remember his cunning shown in the past yet she knew it was still there, just hidden under the surface even if others thought the Zabrak gave him too much credit. Paranoid is what most would've called her. Then again, they didn't know her Master like she did. 

Her body leaned against the Kolto's machine while she waited for her robes, partly hated the sensation of being exposed and almost naked during the lengthy time she waited. Arms crossed over her chest, her legs pushed outright, her wet hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Her mind was a buzz of activity though none positive. Mostly frustration at Sish that mixed with worry, rarely drifted to who might've wanted her dead. Movement caught her eyes in time to jerk up and see a familiar Jedi hobble towards her recently vacanted tank. 

Strago woke up on some sort of operating table. He looked around slightly, and saw some droids along with what seemed to be the medical staff. Once he felt somewhat safe, his mind went back to what had happened with Thalia. He couldn't feel his lower body much, and slowly sat up, moving his hands along it slowly to make sure it was all there as he looked at it. His left leg felt strange at an upper part of his shin, and he realised it was the prosthetic put where the lightsaber had cut through. He then laid back down, occasionally looking around, but mostly resting.

Several minutes later one of the staff came, and said something about putting him in a Kolto tank. Strago felt quite skeptical about just letting them do so, but the anesthetic hadn't fully faded, and his body also hadn't fully recovered. Plus, they had helped him get his leg back, so they at least appeared more well intentioned than the Sith.

They got him to put on some strange, tight clothing that didn't cover very much, then aided him slightly in standing, and walking, but he still struggled with it. On his way there he saw Jayda, and stared at her for several seconds, observing her more than really feeling a lot about it, though his mind did briefly go back to what had happened with her before his focus returned to the moment, not expecting to see so many scars on her body, but not nearly as surprised as if it had been many others. He considered saying something, but decided against it, not seeing any benefit to doing so at the moment, but making sure to remain aware if she did, or said anything herself.

"I wouldn't stare too hard Jedi," Jayda spoke to the eyeing Jedi, "One scar tends to turn in many, inside or out." 

She watched the Jedi struggle to walk right causing a flicker of confusion to dart across her exprssion then tilt downward, her sight brushed along his leg. Her eyebrow rose in question, slightly expected Strago to say the attacker yet remained silent. It only took her a few seconds to note the white of the artifactical bit in his leg that seemed to slice it all the way through. The look only lasted a moment as her patience had drawn rather thin during the waiting for the Jedi to move into the tank. Mainly cause she spotted a medic, her clothes in hands, just enter behind the the wounded man. He currently stood in the way. She gritted her teeth to displaydisplay her irittation then reached out her hand, aimed to take hold his of his arm. Not too gentle or overly rough, Jayda planned to shift the Jedi easily towards the tank...or at least she hoped to. 

It didn't quite end that way. His hand whipped out, the fingers took hold and with whatever strength he had left tightened. His eyebrow lifted in question slightly that almost had Jayda chuckle at the resisence. Almost, depite her Master's claims she was nothing like him and would never allow it. 

"You're in the way Jedi and since it'll take you forever to get to the Kolto, I figured I would speed you along. I know my orders and maiming you now would likely farther your way to death. The light doesn't forbade you from accepting another's help... or have the Jedi Code changed since I read it?" Jayda kept her voice steady and rather calm, her eyes however seemed to dare Strago to continue struggling. 

Strago laughed very slightly, and smirked a bit, "I may be moving slow, but I'm also certainly in no rush." He said, looking into her eyes to try to read her as best as he could, "Though if you truly wish to help, my arm isn't the place to be grabbing." He added, not changing his stance at all, and still holding onto her arm for the moment, trying to be as prepared as possible despite knowing it possibly wouldn't matter if she actually wanted to do something to him.

Jayda's look narrowed on the Jedi in question, her face showed something near curiousity as her mind wandered into places it had no place being in. He was prisoner and she the jailer. Any mingling of the two would end up either one or both dead, possibly worse. A slightly relucancy started in her eyes only to empty out like the Kolto Tank. This was her choice, something she would see through to the end. Even if it ended in death itself and not a Jedi would alter that, kindness meant little here and weakness show would set the wolves upon her. 

"Not the best offer Jedi. Now, you might want to move quicker or I will move you." Her voice held a firmer tone this time, her hand tightened a bit to prove she wasn't afraid to force him aside. "Or are you still intending on facing the light so blindly again?" 

Strago's slight smirk remained despite Jayda's threat. He took the threat seriously, but something between the anesthetics, and having had nearly half his leg chopped off not all that long ago made him feel practically no fear at the moment. Despite that, logic still prevailed to some degree as he moved toward the side, giving Jayda more space to move, though still holding onto her arm, but ready to let go, "Now I'm not in your way. Your crew can handle the rest." He said, knowing it would possibly come off as a challenge of some form, but also not wanting to just rush into the Kolto tank while he still felt weak.

Jayda merely rolled her eyes and spoke, "It seems you do, Jedi...just beware of the shadow you cast because of it. Let's hope it doesn't swallow you up." 

She moved past him without another word, her hands reached for her cloths and then shifted to put them on without farther delay. She had shown enough of her skin for the day and any longer made her unsettled at her vunerablity. She didn't want to dwell any longer here then needed as her clothes were hastily shoved on, hera slightly relief to feel herself once more covered and donned the outfit she became so use to. She was about to leave when a medic stopped her. The Zabrak almost snarled when it seemed the staff had wanted her to stall her leave for a little longer, at least until the Jedi had been placed into the tank and secure. 

Feeling the frustration edge in her voice, she snapped at the Jedi again. "Might want to hurry up. If they wanted you dead then you would be already." 

Strago watched as Jayda walked away at first, keeping a lot focus on her even as she started to change, but slowly moving toward the tank again as well. Not long after, she was quickly back, and Strago laughed slightly at her comment, "You make it sound like that's not obvious." He said, not moving any faster because of her returned presence, still keeping a lot of his focus on her, both because he wanted to be ready to defend himself, but also to try to understand her way of acting as much as possible for whenever it became relevant, assuming it ever would.

"The way you're acting it's hard to tell if you know this then at some point, I'm sure that will change. A Jedi is not worth much alive nowadays." Jayda commented casually, her mind attempted to rein in her tempt as her her eyes shifted to the Jedi female in the other tank. Her eyes dart between and started to wonder, her mind shifted back to the man's reaction to the Padawan, if he would act the same. Would he hurry if she threaten another? Part of her loath this low tactic, wished the Jedi would just listen instead of pointlessly stalling this situation out. Then she wouldn't have to hint at her intentions. "There's other ways to make you speed up Jedi..." 

Her head turned clearly hinted at her other solution. She would do it if needed, though she hated to stoop so low. 

Strago somehow hadn't noticed the other tank until Jayda looked at it. His focus moved to it, his face showing no expression as he stared at Calista inside of it for several moments, looking as if he had become suddenly drained of much of his energy. 

As Jayda spoke again, he quickly clenched his jaw, and began staring her right in the eyes, more anger showing in his own than he hoped any of the Sith would get the chance to see, "Very well, Sith." He said, practically spitting out the last word as he did his best to walk normally without any help toward the Kolto tank, but still feeling weak, and not used to his new leg, causing him to limp. He ignored the pain of it, and began staring into Jayda's eyes once more as the staff prepared him, and the tank.

Once the tank went up, he couldn't hear her last words and unlkely he couldn't the dislike of what it took to make him listen. "If you just do what you're told Jedi... then I needn't threaten others. I've been long gone instead." 

With those words behind her, the Apprentice left.