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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As the others dispersed, Meesei and Sabine stayed up with Rhazii to help him cope with the healing process. Of course, just like Fendros, Ahnasha convinced herself that she would stay up with them, but with the sheer exhaustion of what they had both been through, it was not too long before she fell asleep beside Fendros for some much-needed rest. Just as Neesa said, after about an hour, Rhazii started to whine and shift uncomfortably, prompting Meesei and Sabine to work on numbing his pain. Sabine worked on finding the right mix of potions to keep him comfortable, while Meesei continued to cast healing spells which would linger for a time, albeit not for as long as Neesa's. Eventually, they calmed his pain enough to allow him to fall asleep, and hopefully, Sabine's potions would allow him to stay that way.

Several hours later, Kaleeth finally returned with the rest of the cultists and their prisoners. Due to her injuries, it took a while for the healer, whose skill was not as great as Meesei's, to close her wounds and stop the bleeding, which meant she had to spend longer than she liked with the healer: an individual who made her quite uncomfortable. It took a while for such a large group to get down from the top of the xanmeer into the catacombs below, but once she was there, she headed straight for their rooms. Before even seeing the rooms themselves, she could smell the ashes of burned wood, cloth, and other items in the air. It was frightening, so she ran as fast as she could through the empty hall straight to the room she shared with Janius. Looking inside the room, she saw Janius surrounded by the ashen remnants of what had once been their belongings. Kaleeth was lightheaded from her blood loss and moved somewhat unsteadily, but regardless, she was more concerned with what happened to the others than herself. "What happened here? Is everyone okay?" She asked worriedly.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

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Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei took one of the magicka potions from the table and started to drink it. If Rhazii was still going to need help, then she needed to be ready, even if it meant staying up until exhaustion forced her to sleep. "I still do not know quite what to think about Neesa. Perhaps the fact that she is a mother inspired her sympathy, or maybe she sees something unique about Rhazii and wants to spare his life? She did say something about him having a strong soul, though I do not know what she means. I am no conjurer, though, so she might be able to sense something I cannot. It is something to look into later, but for now...at least we are all alive. No matter what we have been through, or how we have been hurt, we are all still alive. Kaleeth's injuries were not too great, so I have no doubt she will be here soon. Hopefully, Neesa and Llarvan will live up to the terms of the agreement and we will be able to leave soon."

"Where are we gonna be going this time?" Lorag questioned, breaking his silence. Just like the others, he felt a strong sense of anger, along with worry for Rhazii, but he was not one to express himself openly...apart from anger, but that would not exactly be appropriate for the situation.

"For now, we have no destination, but I imagine we will have to do a lot of hunting. I believe all the belongings we have left, we are going to have to recover from that settlement. Anything we had here probably burned up in the fires. It is nothing we cannot recover from, however." Meesei said. With how frantic they had been to rescue Rhazii, Meesei had not yet said anything, but she too noticed that something was off with Ahnasha and Fendros. There was something that happened while they had been held captive, that much was not in question. After all, the large and noticeable scar running down Ahnasha's torso told its own gruesome tale. She would not let it go forever, but for now, they all needed time to calm down.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"My daughters? About three weeks." Neesa answered. She moved her hand directly over his left eye and concentrated her efforts onto it. "They are not so distant as to stay out of contact with their own mother. They are not ones for necromancy or sorcery, but we are still close. As for my son, it has been about ten years. He had, shall we say a...philosophical objection to our way of life. His father was particularly disappointed in him; he went on for weeks about how we should disown him. I am not as bothered about it as my husband, though. He will return home in his own time. No matter how much pride he has, he has always been my little hatchling."

It was not long until Fendros and Janius entered the room as well. Fendros' first concern was, of course, Rhazii, and due to the speed of Neesa's healing, his situation was not nearly as dire as before. Neesa removed her hand from over his eye, which now looked barely different from the other. "He is alive. Burned and scarred, but alive. You may be pleased to hear that I healed his eye as well. The flames boiled the liquids inside and warped the lens, but I set it back mostly to its proper state. It will heal on its own from there. I did not think I would need to clarify this to you, but lycans, as it turns out, are not easily killed. You are strong, in body and soul." She commented, rubbing her hand across Rhazii's forehead. "Oh, and what a powerful soul this one has. Physical imperfections aside, he is an exceptional specimen of your kind. I would keep him away from my husband, or he might get the idea to take his soul for himself." She added, her tone making it difficult to tell whether or not she was being serious.

Neesa looked at Rhazii with curiosity for a few more moments. It was obvious she held some sympathy for the cub, but there was something else in her gaze. She found him interesting, and for someone whose lifespan covered several eras, that was saying something. For Ahnasha, the look in Neesa's eyes made her nervous. The idea of a powerful vampiric necromancer taking any sort of interest in her son was frightening, but she had not only just saved his life, but healed his scars more completely than she would have thought possible. He would still bear them for life, but at least they would not hinder his mobility or function. After a few moments, Neesa finally broke away from Rhazii to allow Fendros to take his place beside him.

"At any rate, the healing process is not completely over for him. In an hour or so, my spell will wear off and he will start to feel some pain again. I could stay to treat him, but I am not going to. You have exhausted my charity for the day. If you want to mitigate his pain, I would suggest you stay here with him. Or don't, just do not be surprised if one of the other patients here becomes tired of his screaming." Neesa said, not waiting for a response before leaving the room. The other patients in the room were sleeping, so for the moment, the pack was alone with Rhazii. For a while, it was silent. Ahnasha had a hard time bringing herself to say anything. Rhazii was not in pain for the moment; in fact, he almost seemed content. Even so, there was no way she could move beyond what had happened, as it was quite literally burned into his face. The scars were still a fleshy red color, though with what Ahnasha knew about burns, it would eventually turn to a more natural color matching the rest of his skin. Still, it would never fully go away. It would always be a constant reminder to him of his parents' failure. She placed her hand on his stomach and allowed him to wrap his hand around her fingers, which caused him to giggle as he looked up into his mother's face. She tried to return a smile to lift his spirits, but just ended up falling into tears herself.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hal-Neesa led the group past the throne room, into the part of the catacombs they had not previously been allowed into. They passed by a few closed doors before reaching a hallway filled with people rushing back and forth between rooms. Peering inside, Meesei caught glimpses of healers tending to wounded from the fight. At least it seemed like the cult was properly prepared to deal with injuries to its members. Neesa guided them into a room with several cots, along with potions and various types of medical supplies. All but two of the cots were filled, but for treating Rhazii, it was easier to set him on his back on one of the more elevated tables, though Meesei made sure to at least grab a blanket to set him on.

Meesei expected Neesa to grab the attention of one of the healers, or to just simply say that she could make use of the supplies present, but instead, she stood on the opposite side of the table from Meesei and Ahnasha, then slowly reached out and placed her hand on Rhazii's forehead. At first, the powerful healing spell she used seemed to glow as bright as the sun, and by the time the light dimmed to a more normal level, Rhazii had gone from screaming from his constant pain to a mere light sobbing, more from confusion than suffering. "I am a mother myself, you know. I have had three children with Llarvan, though none live here. Our daughters prefer a simple life in the village of my hatching....or at least the descendants of that village. The youngest, our son, he became a wanderer, an adventurer. He also chose not to accept the gift of our blood. Unlike you lycans, the gift is not passed from parent to child among us. He is a rebellious soul, but he is still my child."

As Neesa described her family, Rhazii's condition rapidly improved. Neesa accomplished in a few minutes what would have taken Meesei hours, and she took it even beyond that. She was able to rapidly regenerate his burned flesh, especially on the neck where his burns were the least severe. In that area, she was able to remove the burn almost entirely, to the point where it seemed like the fur could regrow. Unfortunately, his face and upper chest had been exposed far more directly to the flames. Even though she was able to mend his injuries far more effectively than most healers ever could, even her best effort could not rid him of his scars entirely. Neesa could regrow his skin and the flesh underneath, but the melted appearance of his scars were still very prominent. They would never be healed by any normal means, and the fur in those areas would not grow again.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

My internet cut out earlier today, so I wasn't able to respond. I'll probably make a shorter post now, but then I'll need to go to bed.

The Depths of Deception

"We can mark this location and have someone pick up the body later. For now, we need to move. Although, we should approach this cautiously. There is always the possibility that he was lying, and had some implant with which to commit suicide. The room immediately next to this one was the reason we came this direction in the first place. Let's check that room to see if it is our target; if not, we can move on to the center of the station." Rareth decided. She took the lead as they moved to the opposite side of the room and left through a hallway, which led to the first potential data center.

Rareth stopped and leaned against the door, listening to what sounded like muffled voices on the other side. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but one of the voices was getting closer. "Potential hostiles inside, be ready." Rareth said quietly to the others before pressing the button to open the door. As it slid open, it revealed a surprised Masulu woman only a few meters from the door. She was not in combat gear, but she did have a handgun holstered on her side and her hand seemed to be reaching for it. As a result, Rareth opened fire with a burst from her pistol, which prompted the others to fire on her and the other hostile, a Tempu male, in the room. Both of them were cut down quickly.

"Check these terminals, see if there is anything interesting." Rareth said as she walked over to the terminal the Tempu had been working on. In most space stations or ships that expected to house multiple species regularly, all of the interfaces were built to easily and quickly shift between languages based on the user, so Rareth switched it to the Rothian language and got to work trying to figure out what he had been doing. Unfortunately, it did not take long to figure out that these particular computers were not being used to store the information they were after. In fact, they were not even connected to the station's main network. It seemed as if the Tempu had been trying to connect the station's defenses to be solely controlled by the computers in this room, which would make them less susceptible to outside hacking attempts. While it wasn't what they were looking for, it meant that they had not wasted their time by investigating this room, for Rareth was quite easily able to deactivate the station's external defenses, as the Tempu had not yet finished setting up security on the console. If the rebels wanted to fix it, they would have to send someone down to deal with it personally.

"Well, it's not what we needed, but i was at least able to shut down the external station defenses for the moment." Rareth explained, stepping into the middle of the room. She then activated a holographic display of the station schematics from her device, then marked the location the rebel had explained to them. "The way I see it, we have two ways to approach this. There are a few maintenance shafts and smaller corridors we can take to reach the data center. It will be safer, but will take quite a bit longer. If the rebels figure out how to disable the radio jammer in that time, this mission is pretty much over. The other option is to head straight there through the main hallways and elevators. It's a much shorter path, but we're guaranteed to get into some firefights, and not like the last one where we had the element of surprise."