Roleplay

@Eaglerider

"Yeah," Uli gave a small nod at Djedann, then added, "Surprised he survived that long alone. But, well, it was proved possible." He briefly looked over at Xegur, then refocused on Adrian when Ceir spoke.
"Apart from the hypothermia he's not too badly injured. Just has a lot of bruises and cuts, nothing immediately fatal." Ceir said quietly as he scraped as much snow and ice as he could off of the other Rebel. Uli crouched down beside him, helping to make sure that the discarded snow was far enough away that it would not wet him when it melted. Adrian's jacket was already soaked through so they removed that as well, and wrapped the blanket tightly around his shoulders.

"Nothing much else we can do now," Ceir said quietly, standing and stretching out his back. Uli stood with him, wincing slightly as everything seemed to ache for a moment. He looked over to see how Djedann would respond to Xegur's question. Now that the survivors of the crash were all together (Uli doubted there could be any other survivors still out there) what they decided to do next was the most important decision they could made. Uli thought that they should try heading towards the nearest population center as soon as the blizzard cleared up, but how long that would take was anyone's guess. He just hoped that the blizzard would not outlast everyone's patience.

@ResidentLunatic

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The fact that no one answered his question, Wolf did not take as a good sign. Probably shooting at one of his own then, he thought… probably pegged him too. Wolf looked over to the slowly-thawing soldier, his gaze more bitter than he meant to allow it to be. For a moment he bit his tongue hard. Then Djedan addressed Oucoa, and he was glad for the distraction.

"You manage to splint his ankle alright?"

Wolf felt a small flare of protectiveness rising up in his chest. This boy was all he had left! But the sharpness in his eyes lasted only a moment before his brain kicked back in and he remembered exactly whose shelter they'd all been crammed into.

He glanced almost warily between his crewman and Djedann, not sure just how Xegur would respond to her tone. To his relief, the young man handled it well.

"I did what I could with what I had. Should suffice though."

He gave a short nod of approval – for his reply and his workmanship both, but his next sentence was far more intriguing.

"I have another question. What happens now? We can't all stay here for much longer, but if we leave we'll all freeze to death."

His first instinct was to look to Uli, then Djedann. When neither replied outright, the commander took his opportunity.

"Don't think we'll be going much of anywhere until that storm lets up," he said, looking out the front screen.

The snow was really flying now, and the flakes had gotten larger since they'd first stumbled in.

"Best chance would be to ride it out here, see what we can get rigged up for communications after that."

He turned his attention to Djedann. "Unless you know somewhere nearby that might have an array at the ready?" He cleared his throat, "And maybe a bit of bacta?" He sent a glance to Xegur, "Not to question your workmanship," he added with a tiny smirk and a wink he hoped conveyed that he too had caught the tone in Djedann's last question.

@Violetah

Xegur had caught the sharpness in the older man's eye when Djedann had first spoke, and was pleased when he received a nod of approval for his civil reply. However when his commander and their impromptu savior both confirmed his suspicions he deflated slumping back against the metal frame.

The commander's wink and knowing smirk made him smile a little but the over all claustrophobia that this situation was causing him didn't want to fade. Idly he drummed his fingers against his arm. He jumped a bit when Djedann stood suddenly, relaxing when she only retrieved a medical kit. He bit back a snide comment about her being unable to remember the kit until now, reminding himself that she didn't need to offer Wolf the Bacta, she was choosing to. He couldn't however silence his stomach. The resulting groan from his empty stomach had Xegur fumbling to cross his arms across his abdomen. "Pardon." He spoke curtly.

As far as he was concerned asking for food was out of the question, but he couldn't deny how much his mouth was watering at the sight of the mostly butchered carcass. He swallowed thickly and glared at his feet ashamed of his lack of control over his body. There had been sith Lords who had survived fatal injuries for years on nothing but hate and rage. Xegur shut his eyes tightly, they were trained though. Trained, professional, and they would've been able to get out of this situation. He felt a lump rise up in his throat, tightness swelling in his chest as his own failures flooded his mind. He felt like he couldn't breathe as if some unseen hand were clamping down over his throat. His eyes snapped open and he reached up to claw at his throat his chest stuttering as he tried desperately to pull air into his burning lungs. This went beyond the tightness of failure this was a real feeling he didn't dare speak as his lungs fought the unseen hand gripping at his throat.

Uli couldn't stop himself nodding slightly in agreement with Wolf, and after Djedann spoke he added, "Well, I guess we've got to make ourselves comfortable then. And hope this blizzard's a short one."

Crossing his arms, he shifted on his feet as he felt his exhaustion return. With the adrenaline rush that accompanied Adrian's arrival it had been pushed back yet again, but now his body was telling him it was time to sleep and he wasn't sure he could postpone it any longer. Even so, when he heard the rumbling of Xegur's stomach he couldn't resist a soft chuckle. He looked to where the younger Zabrak was staring, and even though he didn't actually feel hungry, the sight of the meat did make saliva flood his mouth. Given they were all basically crammed into the cockpit of the ship, there didn't seem to be anywhere it could be cooked; though that wouldn't impact Uli and Xegur's ability to eat the semi-raw meat given they were facultative carnivores, it would prevent the others from having some. Though, there wasn't enough to go around anyway. He returned his focus to Djedann, blinking sleepily, and almost asked, Is there any other food in here? before the sounds of Xegur's stuttering breaths flooded the room.

Uli immediately stumbled towards the young Imperial, reaching out his good arm. What in the name of the Goddesses, he internally swore as he snapped at Wolf, "Does he have a medical problem, or something? Allergies?" He couldn't think of any other reason as to why Xegur appeared to be choking on thin air. While they kind of be his prisoners, he still felt very concerned for the young man. He really did not want anyone to die, now that it seemed like their small group had shelter and possible transport.

@ResidentLunatic

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Wolf let his eyes rove over the room again, as Djedann confirmed that their only current option was to sit tight.

"...this bucket has seen better days."

A frown tugged lightly at his lips.

She certainly has….

"Although..."

Wolf raised his brows.

"there's a bacta patch or two in here if you think that'll help,"

The commander looked to his ankle and snorted. No bacta patch was going to patch up that, and he doubted there was anything large enough for his ribs in there either. A slight tug at his cheek as he pulled this brief expression drew his mind back to the injury he'd all but forgotten though. One hand drifted absently up to the gash on his face, scratching at the thin crust running down to his chin. A deep sting beneath the surface told him he'd better stop pulling at it before he opened it up again. Wolf tossed his head reluctantly.

"Ahh, better have one then," he said, reaching out gingerly, "last thing I need's an infection."

Beside him, his crewman's stomach growled and the commander glanced over just in time to see Xegur fold his arms over it.

"Pardon."

Uli chuckled, but the old man found it a little less amusing. That was going to be a problem. Even if the Rebels were willing to feed them, (and if they'd bothered to save them from the blizzard and patch their wounds, he was fairly certain they would) there was no guarantee Djedann would have enough to go around.

But other problems promptly made themselves more prevalent. Xegur started wheezing. Wolf whipped his eyes over to him. The young man was clawing at his throat.

"What in the…"

"Does he have a medical problem, or something? Allergies?"

What felt like an icy blast from the outside blizzard hit him from the inside. He turned back to the struggling Dathomirian, blank-faced. He didn't know. Wolf didn't recall seeing anything in his file about allergies or asthma… but he wasn't certain enough to say "no."

"I don't–" Wolf looked back to Djedann and her med-kit. "That thing got any stim-shots left?" he snapped.

@Violetah

Xegur began to shake his head, he wanted to tell them this wasn't an allergy but any attmpt to make a sound resulted in a pathetic croaking. He could feel a fuzziness just behind his eyes, like feathers or wool, at the same time his skull felt so heavy. His knees buckled but his body remained pressed up into the metal wall of the ships frame. He let his arms fall to his sides no longer able to hold them up to his neck, just as he was beginning to slip away the unseen hand released him. He dropped heavily to the ground sending a painful jolt up his spine from where his tailbone collided. The young imperial couldn't care less about the pain in his rear as his oxygen deprived lungs suddenly reinflated violently. The popping in his ears accompanied the gasps as he gulped air chest heaving; heart pounding wildly. Tentatively he reached up and brushed his fingertips against his sore throat, there were bruises forming in the shape of a large hand he was confident his inky flesh wouldn't give that much away though. Wetting his split lips with his tongue Xegur did his best to still his shuddering form.

He stared down at his hands dumbfounded, the raw power had perhaps been his own but whatever he'd just felt at his throat that hadn't been raw. That was the crushing choke of a trained force user, someone very powerful had used a choke on something and that energy had resonated through force, enough so that he'd been able to project and amplify it. The zabrak ground the heels of his palms int ok his eyes, he'd never heard of one user echoing another through the force built that didn't mean it was impossible right? He had so many questions and no one to answer them. He'd have to keep himself in check though if he nearly crushed his own windpipe because he was angry at himself what would he be capable of doing to another person given the right stimulation? He stopped rubbing his eyes but didn't dare raise his head to meet the gazes he'd no doubt caught. Feeling the sinking pit of his stomach churn again made him feel ill, perhaps his brothers had been right, he was far too emotional.