Emotional Damage Control.

[Gaiaverse]

A long time ago, while the Jedi Order was still young and maturing, the ancient Jedi built a small secondary landing pad a few miles away from the temple, meant to be used in search and rescue missions and supply runs for groups of Padawans sent into the Tythonian forest for training. Through Emil could've gone to the Jedi evacuation ships, she wanted a moment to herself, a walk through the forest was smoothing, therapeutic.

She also wanted to talk to someone, who should've been bringing in his ship for landing any moment now. She stood on the landing pad that was built tall enough see over the trees, allowing Emil to scan the sky as she waited for him to arrive. It was becoming night time, Emil was unsure of what had happened to the Jedi Temple and right now, she didn't care.

It was a matter for another time. She had done all she could, saved as many people as she could and tried...and failed to save her master.

Another person lost. Another name added to the list.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii was going over his pre-jump checklist after having just dropped out of hyperspace. He had just recently dropped Emil off on Tython after their date on Chandrilla, and was now plotting his way back to the Republic Capital for some well needed rest.

Power - stable
Engines - stable
Hyperdrive - warming up

it was then that he heard the beeping pestering sound of his comm unit. He glanced down at the terminal to see a red blinking priority message from Emil. Upon reading it his blood ran cold. He wasn't sure the nature of what had happened on Tython, but her message was clear.

Help. Evacuation. Traitors. Those were the words he focused on. The message itself had been frantic and scared, clear through the poor and scrambled wording of the message. Faster than he had in a very long time, Prudii's hands leaped to the controls of the ship and whipped it around 180 degrees, calling up the navigation for Tython.

"I'm coming for you." he muttered "Just hold on."

~~~

Several hours later Prudii's ship, The Gladium, dropped out of hyperspace, nearly inside Tython's atmosphere. He came out of hypersapce engines at max, screaming towards the surface at unsafe speeds. In Emil's panicked message had been a set of coordinates a short distance from the temple. After just a moment Prudii found himself settling into the old overgrown duracrete landing platform. As his ship settled down in automated landing procedures he was already running down the ramp blaster raised,

"EMIL!" he shouted, the speakers and vocabulator in the helmet giving his voice a harsh and menacing tone. He began moving around in a offensive pattern, ready to cut down anyone that sprang up until he was sure she was safe.

 

[Gaiaverse]

If Emil wasn't in such a bad mood, which she was, she probably would've laughed Prudii's display of several action movie cliches. It would've been so loud, the Supreme Lord would hear in Korriban, probably while doing some evil deeds. Like kicking kittens into an acid pit. While burning an Orphanage. That was also an old-person's home. But there wasn't any. No, her face was...stoic, a death glare basically. She was bloody pissed. Mostly at herself, then at Cassus, then at herself again. This was the first stage of her 'coping with lose' plan.

She moved in a half jog "Prudii" She said, monotone. Her eyes were locked forward, as if thinking. She made her up the ramp, her bag over her shoulder as she made her way to the kitchen. Placing her bag down in a slightly more aggressive manner than was normal for her.

"You have any Corellian whiskey?" She said, through this did not stop her from moving into the ships fridge. She was on her way to start the other stages of the plan. It was how coped when her father died, it was gonna be how she coped how that her master (and his daughter!) was dead, the Temple was ruined and god damn did she hate herself right now.

"Found it" She said, a bottle of Corellain Whiskey now in her hand. Placing it on the table she poured herself a cup, then proceeded to drink it, almost chugging it.

"Oh Corellian Whiskey, your like a sweet ambrosia." She said, staring at the bottle.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii heard her voice, a frightening monotone compared to the usual melodious voice she spoke with, and he snapped his weapon around for a second before he was certain it was her and tucked it away. He was going to tell her to get on the ship and then follow her onboard, but she had already brushed past him and was going up the ramp in no particular hurry. He heard her question, but before he could get his own reply out she was already answering her question with a bottle in hand. Prudii closed the ramp and the ship engaged in a preset routine to take them off of Tython in a discrete manner, and then jump to a safe, but quiet, location so they could figure out what was going on. He moved into the galley behind her and picked the bottle up, taking a swig directly out of it before setting it back down and looking at her. The smaller girl with her rich black hair was just sitting there, staring into a bottle of whiskey.

He hovered over her, unsure if she would be appreciative of a hug or a kiss right now, or whether he should let her have some space,

"What the kark happened? I saw the smoke when I came in and I saw preliminary news reports..."

 

[Gaiaverse]

Now became stage two. Her stoic expression faded into a more somber one, she took another pour of Corellian whiskey . Chugging it again, she stared at thin air for a long few moments.

"Fallen Jedi invaded the Jedi, killed anyone they could....anyone" She said, rather quickly but still understandable. Like she was trying to get if off her chest. "My master and his daughter was one of them. I say their bodies, I tried to get the, but there of the...pricks were there" She continued, pouring another cup of whiskey.

"And like a fu...bloody coward I ran. Told myself it would be pointless do die fighting three opponents at once. I..." Her right hand balled into a fist as her left guided another cup of whiskey to her mouth.

"What am I gonna tell his wife?"

 

[Prudence]

Now became stage two. Her stoic expression faded into a more somber one, she took another pour of Corellian whiskey . Chugging it again, she stared at thin air for a long few moments.

"Fallen Jedi invaded the Jedi, killed anyone they could....anyone" She said, rather quickly but still understandable. Like she was trying to get if off her chest. "My master and his daughter was one of them. I say their bodies, I tried to get the, but there of the...pricks were there" She continued, pouring another cup of whiskey.

"And like a fu...bloody coward I ran. Told myself it would be pointless do die fighting three opponents at once. I..." Her right hand balled into a fist as her left guided another cup of whiskey to her mouth.

"What am I gonna tell his wife?"

Prudii crouched beside her for a moment as he reached forward, taking her by the chin and turning her face towards his, "You're not going to tell her anything right now, you're gonna go sit on the couch with me and we're gonna get through this. I'm gonna get you somewhere safe until the dust falls, and we're gonna drink till it doesn't hurt anymore. And once you're safe, then you can think about talking to his family." he leaned in and kissed her cheek before standing, and grabbing the bottle.

"If you want more of this you'll come with me." He shot her a slight impish smile.

 

[Gaiaverse]

While Prudii wasn't gonna win any awards for counseling anytime soon, through the thought of Prudii becoming a family counselor or the like did entertain Emil, he still managed to make Emil slightly less...depressed. So he had that going for him. The kiss on the cheek was nice too, causing Emil to blush for a few moments. Followed by another sip of whiskey of course. Step 4 hadn't be completed, an error soon to be corrected. Soon she would be acting more tipsy, not having much of a tolerance to non-stop drinking.

"Is that your way-your way of saying you want me to live with you?" She said, a slight slur coming to her words. through she was still understandable. For all she knew, he was asking her to become a Mandalorian. Or a full-Mandalorian...whatever she was considered do to her father. That...wouldn't go over well. Maybe it was good thing she was getting drunk until she passed out.

 

[Prudence]

While Prudii wasn't gonna win any awards for counseling anytime soon, through the thought of Prudii becoming a family counselor or the like did entertain Emil, he still managed to make Emil slightly less...depressed. So he had that going for him. The kiss on the cheek was nice too, causing Emil to blush for a few moments. Followed by another sip of whiskey of course. Step 4 hadn't be completed, an error soon to be corrected. Soon she would be acting more tipsy, not having much of a tolerance to non-stop drinking.

"Is that your way-your way of saying you want me to live with you?" She said, a slight slur coming to her words. through she was still understandable. For all she knew, he was asking her to become a Mandalorian. Or a full-Mandalorian...whatever she was considered do to her father. That...wouldn't go over well. Maybe it was good thing she was getting drunk until she passed out.

Prudii put an arm around her and tried to help her out of the chair as he brushed some stray hair out of her face and listened to her talk. Her words came like a cold splash of water against him. He hadn't thought of it that way, but the thought didn't necessarily upset him either. He had thought of them hiding out until the dust settled, and then returning to normal, but he felt a sudden pull towards the option that kept her with him, and he nodded,

"I wouldn't mind."

 

[Gaiaverse]

While Emil was becoming more under the influence by the minute, she was still coherent enough to actually mean what she meant. Living with Prudii would be an adjustment, but she felt that she could still be a good Jedi and live with him. Besides, it would like the stories she was told as a child. It would make her parents proud, if they were still alive.

"Neither would I" she said, smiling. She, perhaps motivated by the whisky in her system, moved in to kiss him. For as long as Prudii wanted, she would keep at it, and when she stopped, she would give nervous chuckle.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii lifted her up and carried her over his shoulder, tickling her a bit as he did. "I'm glad to hear that princess." he said, jovially "I'll check and make sure you mean it when you're not drunk." He gave her a squeeze and climbed the stairs to the upper level, setting her down on the couch.

He settled in beside her and put an arm around her, "So where are you going to go from here?"

 

[Gaiaverse]

If Emil wasn't drunk, she probably would of protested being carried. Unless it was on her wedding day. That was apparently the thing the man was suppose to do when he and his bride got married. Instead she just laughed and laughed for no apparent reason. Her laughter was loud and hearty, a change from the girl that was on the verge of tears only a few minutes before. Perhaps getting drunk until you passed out wasn't so bad after all.

Giggle as Prudii set her on a couch, drunkingly listening to his question. "I...I dunno....get a mighty....mighty big hangover?" She said, giggling and slurring all the while. "Then....then I'll go back to the Jedi Order...not drunk of course....and....and..." Her voice began to trail off course. Now only laughter spewed from her lungs. Of course, soon the laughter died down. Her eyes began to slowly close, until her head began to lean on Prudii's shoulder. Emil wouldn't be winning an drinking contest anytime soon.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii leaned into the couch, laughing wit her. It was a pleasant time, and he enjoyed getting to laugh this much. More and more he was having to be serious as of late, and a good time with the girl he loved was a nice change up. He cut her a mischievous glance "I can only imagine you with a hangover."

He tickled her a little bit more as she kept talking, to the point where she could just laugh. Slowly her laughing died down, and he noticed her head was limply resting on his shoulder. He leaned into the couch a little more, gently picking his legs up and resting them on the couch as well so that she was resting against his side now. And with that he settled into the couch and fell into a light sleep. The ship should be exiting hyperspace in the morning, and then they could figure out where to go. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head,

"Sleep good Emil... I... I love you." he said softly, hoping not to wake her up, before nestling his head into the arm of the couch in sleep.

 

[Gaiaverse]

Emil slept soundly, through she did snort and snore every now and then. In peaceful sleep, Emil dreamed about...silly things. A house, plain yet middle class and livable. No droids or fancy 'live enhancers' just her, dressed in a plain dress, painting a white canvas. Child laughter was heard in the distance, occasionally followed by two children, a boy and girl, running around, through and behind Emil as she painted, smiling and laughing with the child. A man's voice, who she could discern, said something and the child-"

The dream ended. Instead of happy children playing, Emil awoke to a mighty big headache, a pounding in her lead as if a Sith as trying to break her head open with the hilt of his lightsaber. "Fuck" She groaned, trying to get up. She paused, noticing Prudii sleeping next to her. Chuckling under he breath, she made a great effort to not wake up Prudii. If she was still drunk she would of tried to kiss him but that would probably lead to an awkward conversation that wouldn't end well.

Instead she stood up, clumsily fumbling around the ship until making her way to the bathroom on this floor, were she vomited. Thankful for being blessed with short hair. After a nice vomiting spree into the toilet, she fumbled around some more, holding her head but not daring to go downstairs.

Prudii would probably not want his girlfriend to be a bloody hep on the floor.

 

[Prudence]

Emil slept soundly, through she did snort and snore every now and then. In peaceful sleep, Emil dreamed about...silly things. A house, plain yet middle class and livable. No droids or fancy 'live enhancers' just her, dressed in a plain dress, painting a white canvas. Child laughter was heard in the distance, occasionally followed by two children, a boy and girl, running around, through and behind Emil as she painted, smiling and laughing with the child. A man's voice, who she could discern, said something and the child-"

The dream ended. Instead of happy children playing, Emil awoke to a mighty big headache, a pounding in her lead as if a Sith as trying to break her head open with the hilt of his lightsaber. "****" She groaned, trying to get up. She paused, noticing Prudii sleeping next to her. Chuckling under he breath, she made a great effort to not wake up Prudii. If she was still drunk she would of tried to kiss him but that would probably lead to an awkward conversation that wouldn't end well.

Instead she stood up, clumsily fumbling around the ship until making her way to the bathroom on this floor, were she vomited. Thankful for being blessed with short hair. After a nice vomiting spree into the toilet, she fumbled around some more, holding her head but not daring to go downstairs.

Prudii would probably not want his girlfriend to be a bloody hep on the floor.

Prudii's sleep was innocent for him. Rather than being plagued by the dreams he had when he first met Emil, this night he was lulled to sleep with dreams of shooting very big guns, and killing lots of people. Common pass times for him anyways. Prudii nearly woke as Emil woke swearing, but just barely stayed asleep. He remained asleep for a few minutes more, until the sound of vomit woke him from his sleep and he sat up in a start. He then heard another heave from the bathroom and was worried. Not putting 2 & 2 together, he assumed something was wrong with Emil and he scoped one of his many pistols up off of the nightstand and charged the bathroom, his pistol raised.

Seeing the fair skinned black haired girl on the floor vomiting he quickly crouched beside her looking her over "Are you alright???" but then quickly realised, it was a hangover. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, carrying her down the stairs as he kissed her cheek "Lets get you some food and something to drink."

 

[Gaiaverse]

Apparently Prudii's response to vomiting was to get out a pistol and charge in heads first. An interesting approach, Emil would have to try it some time. His carrying of her down the steps was a more....'normal' reaction. At least in the holoromance movies Emil watched when she was bored and had nothing else to do besides train or draw. Action movies were too dull and she had run out of good comedies to watch, she spent her days watching such great titles like The Dancer and The Smuggler and Broken Code. It seemed Emil was becoming more and more 'lazy' and 'normal' every day.

"Is this the part with jovial piano music plays or some song made a famous band-ow" She said, holding her head with her left hand. A headache, a very bad one. "Bollocks, this hurts. Hun, don't die anytime soon. I'd rather not do this again." She said, chuckling and winking.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii chuckled at her sarcasm as he carried her, and kissed her cheek as she complained about the pain, before setting her down at the table. He began musing around the kitchen, preparing her a glass of water and fetching some pain relievers for her. He rubbed his own bleary eyes and set a pot of caf to brewing before sitting down across from her,

"Didn't plain on doing that any time soon." he said with a brief laugh, "Drink some water and take the pills. It'll make you feel better quickly, hopefully."

He then took out his datapad and began perusing somethings "in the meantime, where do you want to go... like to live..? I can afford just about any kinda house you're looking at.. But I figure you might want something a bit nicer than my old apartment?"

 

[Gaiaverse]

Emil felt almost insulted that Prudii was telling her what to do. But then again, she was suffering from a hangover. She gringerly took a cup of water, drowning two pills down her throat. "Much better" she said, her voice giving a sound of angelic relief. She began humming, looking at a living room across from the kitchen. She didn't know why, perhaps the alcohol in her system had...plans.

"Uh...I...I always pictured my home a nice little countryside home, with a beautiful landscape and not the middle of nowhere. But still...private and with room to expand" she said, leaving out and raise kids.

 

[Prudence]

Emil felt almost insulted that Prudii was telling her what to do. But then again, she was suffering from a hangover. She gringerly took a cup of water, drowning two pills down her throat. "Much better" she said, her voice giving a sound of angelic relief. She began humming, looking at a living room across from the kitchen. She didn't know why, perhaps the alcohol in her system had...plans.

"Uh...I...I always pictured my home a nice little countryside home, with a beautiful landscape and not the middle of nowhere. But still...private and with room to expand" she said, leaving out and raise kids.

Prudii nodded for a moment. A house like that would be a huge change from his typical lifestyle, and he knew that he shouldn't take something like this lightly. He locked eyes with her for a moment, "If that's what you want..." he paused for a moment "I should find a good plot of land somewhere.. I've only ever really lived in apartments and hotel rooms since I left home.. but I think that would be a nice change. Do you have a planet in mind? Perhaps Mandalore.."

He smirked for a moment, but then his face became more serious, "Are you going to stay with the Jedi..? Don't they make you live at the temple?"

 

[Gaiaverse]

Crossing her legs, Emil bit her lip as she thought. Were did she want to live for the rest of her days? Tatooine? Too hot and scummy for her liking, through Prudii would probably never runout of local, if boring, work. More improbantly, would Prduii be happy there...or even stay. He seemed to be the drifting kind, making her wonder if most the time she would be alone in their home as he fought in far off war for the highest bidder. That..that was legitmantly scary to her. She didn't want to spend her days waiting for him to return...or for one of his comrades to come one day telling her he had finally run out of luck.

"Mandalore.....my father had a love-hate relationship with that place. Uh...perhaps."" She chuckled "Knowing the Jedi order they'll make me the Jedi Watchmen of Mandalore and we'll inadvertently start a generation of Mandalorian Jedi" she laughed a soft and angelic laugh.

"The Jedi Order is more liberal than people think. They won't care. Heck, you'd be surprised people have tried to get me out of the order by trying to 'getting a man in-between in your legs" She continued, her voice changing into a deeper, gruff voice as. If Imitating a low class thug.

 

[Prudence]

Crossing her legs, Emil bit her lip as she thought. Were did she want to live for the rest of her days? Tatooine? Too hot and scummy for her liking, through Prudii would probably never runout of local, if boring, work. More improbantly, would Prduii be happy there...or even stay. He seemed to be the drifting kind, making her wonder if most the time she would be alone in their home as he fought in far off war for the highest bidder. That..that was legitmantly scary to her. She didn't want to spend her days waiting for him to return...or for one of his comrades to come one day telling her he had finally run out of luck.

"Mandalore.....my father had a love-hate relationship with that place. Uh...perhaps."" She chuckled "Knowing the Jedi order they'll make me the Jedi Watchmen of Mandalore and we'll inadvertently start a generation of Mandalorian Jedi" she laughed a soft and angelic laugh.

"The Jedi Order is more liberal than people think. They won't care. Heck, you'd be surprised people have tried to get me out of the order by trying to 'getting a man in-between in your legs" She continued, her voice changing into a deeper, gruff voice as. If Imitating a low class thug.

Prudii gave her a brief grin, "I actually already have a house there then... I haven't been there in ages... but its where my family all grew up... they're all gone now but we.." he let it trail off. he was going to say we could start a new one there, but he would approach that subject at a later date. As it stood at the moment... he was terrified of kids. Not of having them.. he figured he would eventually. Of settling down and getting old. Of dying. He shook off his fear and chuckled a little at her,

"Are you trying to say that you want me between your legs?"

He arched an eyebrow playfully, but then got serious. "Before you answer that Emil, I need you to tell me who was at the temple. The ones that threatened you. Were they just Jedi? Or were there others there too? Describe them as best you can. Because those fekkers will pay."