OOM: In the Hall of Traitors, Part 2

[last_kallig]

(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)

Ibani glances at Garyn and smiles softly at him before she puts on the helm of her armor. With the helm on, her body language speaks of power, iron confidence, and a touch of arrogance. In other words, a typical Sith. She moves to the Door and makes sure to hold it open long enough for Garyn to come through.

The sight on the other side of the door is Kaas City, the capital of the Empire. Massive towers of durasteel, permacrete and transparasteel tower into the sky and stretch down far enough below the platform they are on that mist obscures the ground from view. It is unspeakably early in the morning, not yet dawn, but there are still air taxis flying through the air between the towers taking early morning travelers all across the enormous sprawl of the city. Above it all, the sky crackles with storm clouds and lightning without the promise of rain.

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[moonandstar]

Garyn's brow furrows. "But why would it go to all that trouble?"

[last_kallig]

"Because my presence in the Force woke him from the waking dream that most spirits dwell in, and because I am flesh of his flesh." Ibani gives a short, bitter, laugh. "Very distant blood given the mathematics of human reproduction and the fact that he's been dead more than two thousands years, but I have a nasty suspicion I'm his only option for returning the family name to glory."

[moonandstar]

Garyn's brow gains a few more wrinkles.

"I see."

His inflection is halfway between "I don't like this at all" and "We'll talk about this later." His face looks like he just stepped in something.

[last_kallig]

"Today is just full of surprises," Ibani replies sourly. But before she can really launch any barbs at the universe, her injuries are demanding that she deal with them. NOW.

She lifts the holocron higher, into the strange greenish light. It's a handy distraction from what she's really doing. She focuses her attention inward, healing her concussion first. The nausea and dizziness subside, but when she moves on to mend her ribs the strain she felt when healing Garyn returns a hundredfold.

Shavit! She doesn't have the strength to do any more healing today, not unless she wants to render herself useless in a confrontation. She swallows down the surge of panic that tries to spring up in the face of that knowledge. It's been years since she felt this...empty, stretched too thin.
Ibani turns her focus to managing the pain instead of healing what's damaged. She can't keep on as if nothing is wrong forever, but she can manage the act long enough. She hopes.

"Well, nothing more that needs doing here. I would prefer to be somewhere civilized before night falls."

They run into more possessed guards and slaves on the way, of course. Force forbid they should make a journey without running into trouble on the way. Garyn might notice that Ibani doesn't physically engage any of their foes, in fact she's letting Garyn and Khem Val do most of the 'heavy lifting'. Behavior that stands out sharply when contrasted to her battles on the way in.

[moonandstar]

They plow their way through the hall, wading sword-first through a shallow pool of petty enforcers possessed by vengeful ghosts.

Garyn sees Ibani's pain. Even if he didn't know her, he knows enough to tell when someone is pretending it doesn't hurt. He pulls up beside her.

"Perhaps this might help," he says softly.

He offers a vial filled with a greenish watery substance.

[last_kallig]

Ibani sends a feeling of curiosity as she takes the potion from him. She downs it immediately without checking it for unpleasant surprises, a sign of her pain and her trust in Garyn.

She's startled when she feels the potion immediately begin to mend her broken ribs and bruised flesh. Whatever this is, it's MUCH better than kolto! Gratitude, relief, love and weariness wash over him for a moment.

She's very, very glad that Garyn came along on this mad adventure.

Eventually, they will leave the temple and the jungle behind, the metal bridge into Kaas City under their feet once more. Ibani reaches out with the Force, looking for a Door to Milliways.

[moonandstar]

Garyn is glad he visited the markets of Balmora before he left - the potency of this potion is far beyond what he can achieve with his crude mortar and pestle. More than that, he's glad to be here for Ibani.

He stays close to her, keeping his eyes open for a portal to the bar. The blood is flowing hot through his veins.

[last_kallig]

There, Ibani can feel an entrance to Milliways near the aircar station. "You have served admirably," Ibani says to Garyn. She's speaking as a Sith, his 'employer', now. "We will remember this, and may call upon your services again in the future."

"That door there will lead you to Milliways," she says in his mind. "There's no point in subjecting you to another ride in an aircar. I'll reach Milliways from my quarters and we can talk properly then."

[moonandstar]

Garyn bows his head slightly, playing for a moment the obsequious employee.

"Thank you, my Lord."

I'll be waiting most impatiently.

[last_kallig]

Ibani fractionally inclines her head in acknowledgment of his thanks. More than that might be suspicious to anyone watching. (And there are always people watching on Dromund Kaas.)

"If Milliways is kind you won't be waiting more than a minute or so. Thank you, Garyn. I'm not sure I would have made it through all of this without you."

Khem Val's gaze lingers a bit on Garyn as he and Ibani move toward the aircar. For better or for worse, Garyn's piqued the Dashade's interest.

Hopefully he will see Ibani in Milliways soon, where they will not need to maintain this ridiculous fiction.