Ding Dong! Dresda is Dead
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| Ding Dong! Dresda is Dead | |
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| Date of Scene: | 11 March 2025 |
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| Synopsis: | Syra discovers that while she played hooky, an accident has happened and someone's now dead... |
| Cast of Characters: | 195, Syralana |
- Amarik (195) has posed:
When Syra reaches for her datapad and gets ready to respond to the text transmission on it, his brows suddenly furrow.
"Syra?" he asks softly, "Is everything alright?"
- Syralana has posed:
Sira throws up her hands as she looks at the Datapad and then lets out a WHINE of noise. The sound building in a way that an engine might, or perhaps a low flying craft as she looks back to the speeder and points at it. "Fast. We gotta go fast, and I'm absolutely going to need your help. Probably. Maybe. Almost certainly. Because... Things, not good." She stuffs the datapad back into her jacket pocket this time as she's jogging her way back to the speeder.
"Cave in! You can lift heavy rocks, right? You look strong like Fathier! Right? Or... Something?!" Of all the days! WHY! WHY WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT TO EAT!
Okay, so maybe the fruit and bread didn't look great. BUT STILL!
- Amarik (195) has posed:
His brows furrow deeper, and he stands, quickly starting to pack the meal he'd just taken out. "If you can get to the speeder," he says, "I'll finish putting everything here away."
When she mentions lifting heavy rocks, he arches a brow at her. "I'm no Jedi," he says. Then he pulls a piece of jerky from his pocket and hands it to her. "I figured you may want some meat," he offers, before turning around to pack up the rest of the small picnic.
And she'd been having such a nice time...!
- Syralana has posed:
Syra sort of waves her hands, her hand grabbing the jerky and shoving it in her mouth in the least delicate way one can. She sort of waves her hands in a 'whatever' sort of gesture as she points back and forth between it all. Then the hands get thrown up! And she makes her way off toward the speeder at a jog.
SHE WAS! And she was trying to make it a BETTER time until it became a -worse- time. This is not the way impromptu dates are supposed to go! She was done with that when she left that Merc group. Right? RIGHT?!
NOT TODAY! And so she picks up the pace as best she can to the speeder while chewing on the dried meat with a vengeance of missed opportunities.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
The Tholothian man might not have said he could move heavy rocks, but he's certainly quick.
By the time she's mounted the speeder and started up the engine, he's come around the corner with the bag slung across his shoulder. He takes the driver's seat, and with a faint smile, moves her arms around his waist before gunning the thrusters. Then they'll zoom away from the lake, back towards the colony site...
- Syralana has posed:
Still chewing away on the jerky in her mouth as she ducks her head behind his back, she does wrap her arms about him. Okay... So maybe not a total loss for the day. And holding him a bit tighter than necessary as she cudd- tucks in close. For, uh, safety.
Yes.
Safety.
She does spare a glance now and again to check their progress and just about finishes off the jerky by the time that they would be arriving.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
He makes the trip back feel shorter, somehow. Now, whether that's good or bad, in Syra's opinion...
But when they pull up to where the comms center is going under construction, well, its the opposite of a sight for sore eyes.
Half of hole they'd dug for the foundation of it is collapsed. The catwalk destroyed, and there are loose bits and pieces of rock everywhere. Jac is hysterical, while a couple of the engineers look either dismayed, distressed, or both. Vons' lips are pressed into a thin line. He scowls when he sees her. "The hell you've been? Ten minutes, my ass!"
- Syralana has posed:
"I messaged you!" Syra says back to Vons, then squints for a moment before rolling her eyes and getting off the speeder. "Yeah, fine, I deserved that. But later, and I'll buy you a bottle of something. Or... whatever. I would say a night with the N-person, but I'm not supposed to ~say~ that name, we'll just imagine I'm meaning the Bantha." She says this all while moving her way over toward Jac.
As she reaches the woman, her hands go out and her hands grab gently at her shoulders. Then a squeeze, "Breathe. Breathe. Remember. Crisis is just in the moment, we can deal with the rest after. Okay? Will not be any better if we worry about tomorrow, today." She turns and looks toward the foundation. Taking a deep breath herself as her eyes move over the area to try and assess.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
The Zeltron man just arches both his brows, folding his arms. "Too little, too late, much?" he comments.
He waves a hand dismissively when she says she'll buy him a bottle of something later. "I don't want that. Okay, the drinks, yes, but the rest...?"
"My wife... my baby..." Jac sobs. "She's down there..." But it seems her comforting appears to have soothed her some. She wipes her eyes, and nods. "Just keep me posted, okay?" she calls after the tall Echani woman.
It doesn't look... good. The hole is -deep-, and the catwalk is broken clean in half. Whoever was down there, they must have fallen when the catwalk broke. And now, with the hole half caved in, it's really difficult to see who, or what, exactly is down there. They're gonna need a grappling hook.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra is already on the move as she starts toward the hole, looking around and grabbing some rope. They would need it no matter what. A couple bundles of it really considering. She turns to look around, pointing at one of the engineers, "You. Tie this rope off." And she tosses one of the bundles to him while she looks for something sturdy. Turning her head again to look at Vons as she goes.
"Vons, get medical here, tell them the situation. Collapse and people hurt. Call it in and then start directing them here."
Then to Jac, "I need you to organize some of the others. Clear an area for us to bring up wounded and get them help. Okay? We need space to help them."
And then finally, the Tholothian, what was his name? NO MATTER! "And I need you to go down first. You're a natural climber. I'll set up another rope while you descend."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
Jac wipes her nose, and nods shakily. The other engineers obey her after a moment, still looking somewhat traumatized.
"Theyre already on the way," he says, arms folded, "your favorite doc..."
Just then, Mondrian and Veena appear. They look unhappy. "What the hell?"
The Tholothian surveys the hole, and then immediately starts to climb down. But he pauses before he gets too far down. "Will I be compensated?" he asks, looking down into the hole. "For risking my life? I don't think I'll be able to leave for Jedha tomorrow morning as planned." He looks up at her, indigo eyes pleading.
- Syralana has posed:
"We'll work something out." Sira says to the man, giving a bit of a half smile as she moves over to tie off another rope - this time for herself. She looks back at Mondirn and Veena as she rolls her eyes, "Hopefully not, hell can come later, so help out or get the hell out of the way."
Sira grabs the rope, giving it a quick loop about herself in an attempt to get some sort of ability to descend more easily, and heads on down. Because, lets face it, the top side should be under control now. Down below...? It's anyone's guess.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
His eyes light up. "Thank you," he says, "very much." And he then he descends quickly disappearing into the dark and out of sight.
"Be careful!" Jac calls after them.
Syra will likely follow in his footsteps soon after, hopefully with a headlamp of sorts. Its... really dark, and cold. And sort of wet.
- Syralana has posed:
Headlamp? No.
Chemlight and glowstick? Yes.
Fumbling around in her belt for a second she takes one out, cracking it against a thigh and giving it a shake before dropping one, then a second before continuing the rest of her way down. Getting close to the bottom she does her best not to /step/ on anyone, while also pulling out the glowstick for some added visibility. Preparing herself for the worst, but hoping for the best.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
She won't be able to see much at first, the cavern she's landed in is expansive, and precarious. She'll see that she's standing next to some kind of massive dugout right underneath where the rocks had slid inward and collapsed. The varying rock sizes down here is... shocking, to be honest. Some of them had apparently been large enough to obstruct others from reaching the bottom, creating a kind of shoddy, unstable, ceiling made of boulders which looks like it might collapse any moment.
The Tholothian man is nowhere in sight, however, she'll see that this vast, subterranean area she's found herself in has darkened recesses she can't see into for the moment. Looks like she's gonna have to go digging to find the survivors, if there were any down here.
But then, she'll be able to hear Mondrian and Veena descending down into the hole after her. Looks like she's gonna have company.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra gets down to the bottom and she glances around for the Tholothian man, "Be careful and search for survivors!" She glances up to see if any of the others are coming down. After all, she did tell them - get the hell out of the way or help. One or the other.
But then she's off to start moving around some of the rubble while looking, "If you can, call out! We're here to help. But it'll help if you can tell us where you are. Try not to move. Just call. We'll come get you." Her eyes falling on Mondrian and she rolls her eyes, motioning around.
"I'm sure I don't need to tell you what to do, oh great one." Syra rolls her eyes and continues her careful search while listening for people.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
Mondrian sneers at her but makes no comment. She'll notice Vons is with him and Veena, too. The three of them will wander off, calling out just as she did.
She'll get no response from the Tholothian man, but then, all of a sudden, she'll feel someone's hand close around her upper arm..!
"This way," a familiar soft voice whispers.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra doesn't pay them any mind as she's more interested in finding the people than any petty things Mondrian or Veena might be up to. Then she feels a hand on her arm, and she pulls back to punch whoever it is before checking... and then a nod as she follows after to see where exactly she was being led to.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
Its the Tholothian man! At some point she may realize he'd never told her his name...
He's holding a glowrod above his head as he leads her towards a dark recess towards the back of the cavern. There's a soft groaning she'll be able to hear now, but just ahead is a massive crevasse, too wide to cross with a leap...
- Syralana has posed:
"How... in the world?!" Syra says with a bit of a shake of her head as she looks at the crevasse. Then turning to look back before looking down into it, then back across. She moves her light around to try and get a look at who might be on the other side. Her brow furrowing before she looks at the Tholothian man. To his ~eyes~- NOT RIGHT NOW SYRA!
RIGHT! "Right! So, any ideas how we can get over there to help them." She turns her head to look again, then starts checking what she might have in her pockets and on her belt. Surely... Something, right?
- Amarik (195) has posed:
The Tholothian man's burning indigo gaze fixates on her for a moment before turning upward. He points at a massive stalactite like structure above them.
"If we can collapse it, I think we can create a bridge," he observes. A beat. "How is your shooting?"
- Syralana has posed:
Sya gives a half smile to the man and gives a bit of a shrug, "I'm not too bad. Just so long as I can see what I'm aiming at. Think you can hold the light up for me?" Syra gives another look across, then up. She hopes this is the right way, if not...
Best not to think about that.
Syra draws in a breath, then lets it out with a sigh as she pulls out the blaster pistol that she keeps tucked away in the jacket. There was a reason why she wore it as often as she does after all...
- Amarik (195) has posed:
Syra's strikes the stalactite structure on the side, and it partially crumbles, but not entirely. A hairline fissure forms.
the Tholothian man reaches into the small reaches into small backpack he'd brought, and taking out a small crossbow, aims it at the structure above them. His arrow strikes the hairline fissure and with a loud rumble it falls, forming a rudimentary bridge over the crevasse. He then dashes across, ahead of Syra.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra is much more cautious on her way across. Picking her way across carefully as she makes sure that it seems stable. She adds to that by cracking her last chemlight and dropping it a bit off the center of the way across to help illuminate the makeshift 'bridge' more. Last thing she would want to deal with is someone falling into the crevice on their way over or back.
Well... Maybe Mondrain, that would be okay. Maybe she could kick it under his foot while he was crossing - if he came this way. That could solve some problems.
WAIT NO... The hot guy was here, he probably wouldn't be okay with that. With a sigh, she gets rid of the tempting idea as she finishes crossing over to check for people on the other side.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
The soft groaning is coming just north of her, about thirty degrees from directly ahead of the Echani woman. The Tholothian man has already made his way over to a looming rock structure there, and is kneeling, holding his glowrod up so she can see where he is.
If she comes up next to him, she'll see that it's Harrah. She's injured -- it looks like she'd been harnessed in, but the rope had snapped when she fell. She's also caught under some debris... yeah, that's gonna be a problem.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra does make her way over, and she comes to a bit of a stop. Then another few quick steps and she moves over toward Harrah. Kneeling down next to her, her eyes look her over, trying to get a sense of what she can do. Okay... Rubble. Injury. Ugh, why couldn't she think of a good thing to do right now? Closing her eyes, she reopened them and looks down to Harrah. Reaching out, she gently touches her head, sweeping back a bit of hair and says gently, "You're going to make me do so much paperwork... So stay alive, or I'll make Jac do it all. And you don't want her doing that."
I mean, she wasn't /really/ serious, but it was the first thing that came to mind. You think of a better thing to say! Pah!
Standing back up she starts to look around, eyes flicking about for anything she can use as a lever. Finding a bit of mangled metal that looked straight enough, she tries to ease it into position. Looking at the Tholothian man (and avoiding his eyes) as she says as gently as possible, "We have to try and get the rubble off of her. Can you try to keep her calm or - barring that - help me move it? I don't know what sort of-" and she wiggles her fingers, "-mystical things you can do and all."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
"...Syra?" Harrah says, barely conscious. "... is Jac..." but she trails off.
The Tholothian man frowns. "I told you," He says, "I'm not a Jedi." He moves to help Syra with the mangled bit of metal that's she's attempting to use as a lever to lift the rubble off of Harrah.
Well, it's pretty heavy. But what could she have expected?? It is, after all, a pile of debris and soil...
- Syralana has posed:
"I get you're not. But, I mean... With the robes and stuff, and some of that talk. I figured you could use the Force or whatever." Syra says with a bit of a heavy sigh, she looks back down to Harrah, giving a half smile, "Jac is okay. So don't make her do paperwork, right? /No-o-o-o paperwork/."
And then Syralana hauls down on the makeshift lever. With a grunt and a groan, and a whole lot of "NNNnnnNNNGGGHHHHUFF!" Syra hauls down on the end along with the Tholothian man, and what starts as a slow lift, turns into a much bigger one as the rock is lifted, and then thumps hard away from Harrah and freeing her.
"Okay. Okay. Now we gotta get her back and up and out. As fast and gently as we can. Don't take the harness off, it looks intact enough that we can hook her up on the rope and have her be pulled up." She's moving around Harrah, trying to get the best idea of how to carry her with the man together.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
"No!" The Tholothian man says. He holds up a hand, studying Harrah. "Can you move your legs?" he asks her softly.
Harrah gasps, suddenly more awake than before. "No. I can't.. I can't feel them..." She turns to Syra. "I--"
She swallows. "Let me be the one to tell Jac..."
The Tholothian man shakes his head. "She must have some kind of spinal injury. We'll need something flat to carry her on."
But while he's talking, Syra might notice another lump nearby, unmoving but familiar...
- Syralana has posed:
Syra is on her way to look for something flat when she sees the other lump. Moving in that direction she murmurs, "Ohhh no." She holds off on the worry that it's someone that's dead and that /definitely/ means paperwork. And a funeral. Right, can't forget the funeral, that's more important, right? Kneeling down she tries to look over what (or who) the lump might be that's unmoving.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
It's Dresda.
And he's dead. He's definitely dead, and has been dead for a hour or so at least. His body doesn't feel very warm, and his fingers are already showing signs of rigor mortis.
"Syra?" Harrah calls softly. "We're... we're gonna need your help over here..."
- Syralana has posed:
Syra starts to look around once more as she sighs heavily under her breath. Looking around again, she finally finds a bit of detritis which looks long and flat enough... and wide enough for that matter. Not like it's a 2x4 or something like that! That'd be silly! Which is why she had tossed away the first piece she picked up and picked up a second one. Moving back over to Harrah, she sets it down next to her and looks back up to the Tholothian man.
"Alright, we're going to have to move her slowly onto it without jostling her as much as possible." A look back to Harrah, "Don't worry, Harrah. Worries can happen later, right now, we need to focus on living and getting you out of here, okay? Say it with me now-" She moves around to get into position to move Harrah with the man smoothly.
"One... Two... No-o-o-o Paperwork." And on that long drawn out version of three, she helps move Harrah onto the piece of debris that would serve as her stretcher.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
The Tholothian man wordlessly helps Syra with Harrah and the flat piece of detritus and hoisting the Twi'lek woman onto it.
He glances in Dresda's direction, frowning.
"He's dead, isn't he?" he says to Syra. He shakes his head, then the two of them begin to hoist the injured Harrah back across the rudimentary bridge, and then back towards the area with the grappling hook.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra is looking up to the man and then back down to Harrah, she murmurs, "We'll worry about it later. What's important right now is the living, yeah?" She helps hoist her back up and carrying the injured woman back. With several lines running down now, it at least seems like a distinct possibility that they can lift her back up without causing further injury. Syra calling up in advance.
"Possibly spinal injury, said she couldn't feel her legs. We strapped her to a board to try and keep her as still as possible. Smooth on the way up! Don't you dare jostle her!" Then Syra is looking back to the the Tholothian man. She does her best to refrain from rolling her eyes, because she's a bit... annoyed. Not at him, how could she be upset at /him/? More that there's Dresda, back int he other area, and the Tholothian man ~had~ to bring him up.
"Let's keep looking for survivors. There may be more down here."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
He arches a brow at her. "Your companion," he asks, "how many did they say are trapped down here?"
But just before Syra can respond, Mondrian, Veena, and Vons run up. "We found the Dug," Vons says, brows furrowed. "He's okay. Fractured leg, but otherwise just fine."
He narrows his eyes at the Tholothian man, but doesn't comment. From above, a voice calls down. "Sorry for the delay! Medevac equipment is being transferred down now." And if Syra looks up, she'll see a hoverberth with several medical satchels on it descending slowly.
Mondrian growls. "This whole thing stinks of a conspiracy," he says, "We examined the area and it looks like there was some kind of explosion. But pretty much all of the equipment have been engineered with failsafes to keep stuff like this from happening."
"And then coincidentally, all of the medevac equipment -not- in storage was strangely spirited away to only light knows where? Further delaying extraction? Feels like sabotage."
- Syralana has posed:
Syra shoots a look toward the Tholothian man and then just about responds when - there's Mondrian. With Heckle and Jeckle in toe, at least Jeckle these days was a bit more fun. Maybe she really should get him that giant Bantha Plushie? He could cuddle with it, and lets face it - soft and fuzzy things are great. Her mouth pulling off to the side. "Seriously? The Dug is fine? Well that's a thing."
Syra lets out a longer sigh, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of her nose, then a look to the Tholothian, than the others. "Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised at this point. We have one injured and one DOA. Dres- something. Looks like he's been gone a while though." Her mouth pulls off to the side and she begins to tap her foot. Eyes squinting as she crosses her arms a bit tighter.
"I don't like this. How did they even end up over there?" She glances back in the direction she found the two - one injured and one dead. Then off in the direction she saw Mondrian come from - guess that's where the Dug is. "Its like they're scattered about more than I would expect. It's all... strange."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
"Shit," Mondrian curses. "Dresda's dead?" He mutters some more inaudible curses under his breath and shakes his head.
"Let's get Harrah and Weniscio topside first," Vons says with a frown. "Maybe the others will have some context to shed on the situation."
"Yeah, you do that," Mondrian says with a disdainful nod. "Veena and I will stay down here and continue inspecting the debris and burn marks down here. You'll hear from us when we're ready." And with that, they start heading towards another darkened crater not too far away.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra motions with her hand toward Harrah who's already heading up as far as she knows as Vons says it. Giving him a flat look, then off toward Mondrian, another squint of her eyes and she plants her hands on her hips, with a shake of her head and a roll of her eyes, "By the stars that guide us and all that we abide by. I swear, give me strength." She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and lets it out slowly.
All you gotta do Syra is NOT shoot Mondrian. Just... Don't shoot him. So simple, right? Just don't do it. You can just leave and....
"Don't break an ankle, or if you do, please do it next to a crevice!" She says it very upbeat with a wave of her hand as she smiles and turns to look at the Tholothian man. "SO! Should we keep looking for people or -- should we discuss how I make it worth your while to be a day late?"
- Amarik (195) has posed:
He pauses, looking around, his expression pensive. "I don't think there's anyone else down here," He says, as he watches Vons help a whimpering Wensicio onto a second hoverberth.
He turns back to her. "Will you pay for my way to Jedha, then? As a Disciple of the Whill, we rely mainly on the charity of others for our needs and expenses." He starts heading back towards the rope they'd used to rapple down here.
- Syralana has posed:
Syra pauses to look back at the man, her eyebrows going up and her eyes wide as she looks about for a moment. Her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tilts her head. "I..." Another furrow of her brows and she just. She just shakes her head. Syra was thwarted by someone who seems to completely miss her approach.
She could wave off. She could try again. She could do any number of this, instead she reaches up with a hand and pinches the bridge of her nose. She lets out a whining noise that sound like she's an engine slowly winding down on a speeder that has just been on a really rough ride around the track.
But then with another slow breath, she puts on a smile and looks back to him, "Oh, sure. Why not. I guess that's all that matters right? Let's toss some credits at problems! To Jedha it is. Of course, I'll get it expedited, since you were a big help in rescuing some of our engineers today. It's the least we can do."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
He pauses when he reaches the rope, noticing her clear frustration. "Is everything alright?" he asks. Then he looks up, frowning, before glancing back towards Syra.
"Your companion," he says, "I think he's waiting for you," he says, gesturing with his head towards the top. He then offers her a hand, as the rope dangles over a small mound of rocky debris. "Shall we?"
- Syralana has posed:
Syra reaches out and takes his hand to help her get to one of the ropes, looking at him with a bit of a half-smile and a shrug of her shoulders. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm... Alright. But you are definitely a bit dense." She pats his arm, "You know, like muscularature wise." A half smile to him as she grabs for one of the ropes as she looks up toward the top.
"Yeah... I'm sure one of a number of companions will be waiting for me." She glances at him again, another smile that's half there, and then up they start - to her chagrin.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
He frowns. "No, I'm not," he says, his brows furrowing deeply. "Have you seen a Mandalorian?" He still seems to not understand what she's trying to say, at all. "Thank you," he says after a moment. "Your contribution to the Guardians of the Whill is greatly appreciated."
They start climbing back up, and eventually, they reach the top. The handsome young Tholothian man might not have been the brightest socially, but he's at least aware enough to realize he might have struck a wrong chord with Syra, somewhere. "Are you sure everything is alright? Did I ... offend you? If so, I'm sorry."
- Syralana has posed:
Syra on getting to the top with a bit of a moment to catch her breath, stands back up and stretches her back. Arms up over her head as she pulls her body one direction and then the other. A swing of her arms around as she stays out of the way of the medical personnel. She casts a look back to the Tholothian and her mouth pulls off to the side. Eyes dancing around for a moment, they settle back upon him.
"Mmm. Offend me?" She squints, looks up and away, then back down at him as she tilts her head, "Probably just my pride." A crack of a smile, "But that's just because, well, I wouldn't think I would be classified as /un/-attractive, and /yet/." She chuckles and shakes her head. "Look, if you're just all about 'getting back home' then sure. Whatever, I'll make sure you get your life. Otherwise? Why don't you take me out somewhere after we finish up and clean up." She looks around...
She could totally push the paperwork to tomorrow, right?
- Amarik (195) has posed:
His expression is hard to read. Those indigo eyes conceal a lot, and Syra won't be able to tell if he's about to tell her he had the worst time on their date and never wants to see her again, or if he's about to cave and take her into Kublop Springs to go try the famous chilled calitog root soup right across from the spaceport.
She'll never get to know, because at that moment, Jac runs up and embraces her in a bear hug that will nearly squeeze the life out of her. "Thank the light! Harrah's alive. Thank you, thank you, thank you... " A pause. "Did she say anything about what happened..."
Vons is right behind her, arching a brow. His expression seems to indicate that he'd had a suspicion about her wanting to... run off again.
- Syralana has posed:
She wasn't meaning right NOW. He had all night now, right? He was talking about leaving in the ~morning~. And it's- She looks up -yeah it's still a ways off. Of course, all of this was interrupted by "OOF!" And then some squeaked words s she pats at Jac as best she can. Though with Syra's arms pinned to her sides by the bear hug that seems intent on making her become a memory of the living force, she can only wheeze out, "Air."
Then a gasp and she sighs, giving Jacs a bit more of an abbreviated hug as she reaches up and mimes pinching her cheek. "Just gotta remember. One step at a time, but no. She didn't say much." A quick look to Vons, then back to Jac, "She was pretty out of it though, it looks like the harness probably saved her life."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
Jac wipes at her eyes. "You're probably going to hate me for this," she says, with a gulp. "But we.. none of actually saw what happened. And by the time we came around to the front, it had... already happened. We were running the equipment and wearing noise cancelling headgear, so that's why we didn't hear anything. I've no idea how much time elapsed between when it actually occurred, and when we discovered the accident."
She starts choking up again. "Is.. Is Dresda really dead... oh gods... I..."
- Syralana has posed:
Syra places a hand lightly on Jac's head, her head tilting to the side as she gives a half smile. "No way would I hate you for that. I can always see if there's maybe some security footage or something else. Even then, that might not have all the answers. This investigation could take weeks to fully workout out what happened." Syra gives another gent pat to her shoulder, her eyes dancing away to the building, the construction site, then back toward the woman in front of her.
"Yes, it looks like he is. But that's not your fault either. Accidents happen and we're far from the core worlds. For now?" She gives a little shrug, "We'll just have to keep going. I'll see about arranging a funeral as per his wishes and what not. But we just have to keep going, that's what it means to be a colonizer ya know."
- Amarik (195) has posed:
Jac nods slightly, wiping her eyes again. "I have no idea about his next of kin," she says, "...I..."
"Look," Vons offers, "we'll figure it out, alright? Don't worry about it, Jac. Why don't you go check on Harrah, she's likely stabilized and at medical now. And if you see the doctor... tell security and the primary comms officer want to talk to him, stat." Jac nods, and wanders off, looking tired and unmoored.
As soon as Jac has wandered off, Vons approaches Syra. "Apparently the Arkanians and the doc just... up and disappeared. No one knows where they went, and all attempts to contact them keep turning up failed message delivery notices." A pause. "Look, I don't know if this was staged or not. But the fact that no one else on the engineering team was around when it happened, and that it happened within a couple hours after you left..." he shakes his head. "Listen, I know you like that Tholothian guy. But I think the weird blond kid is right to be suspicious of him. This isn't the first time I've run into him, either."
- Syralana has posed:
So you know how there are some looks that give the impression of sounds? Like, there's those times that you can arch your eyebrows so hard that they can HEAR the "Really?" Or there's the sort of slow tilt of the head that ends with a sort of drop, with the tight pull of the mouth in the straight line that gives the impression you just said something ~really~ dumb. The mimed little clap or the playing of the smallest violin, perhaps even just that eyeroll that you can hear the "Bad-dum, TSHHH" right along with it.
As Vons tells her about missing Arkanians, she gives him one of those looks. The pregnant pause, the slight lift of the eyebrows, the look that is the perfect accompaniment to the sound of ~crickets~.
"Right, well-" She shoots a look off to the Tholothian guy, then back to Vons, "If I can help it, I will keep an eye on him all night. Because my interest is purely physical." She reaches out and rests a hand on Vons' shoulder. Staring him dead in the eye as she says with the tone as bereft of emotion as she can make it.
"Wish me luck... I will take this one for the team."
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Vons rolls his eyes at her. "Don't patronize me, okay? We -cannot- afford to be making any assumptions right now. Even if this whole thing feels like a set up that we don't totally understand currently, we can't jump to that conclusion because whoever staged it might actually want us to assume that. It's too obvious, and feels like a trap."
He waves a hand dismissively at her when she says her interest in him is purely physical. "Sure, sure. How do you know that isn't exactly what he -wants- you to do? He distracted you," he says. "Enough to completely just ditch work for a few hours, and then a catastrophe happened. Whatever. I'm gonna go around and see if any of the other colonists saw, or know anything, later tonight. You in, or out?"
But before Syra can respond, her comm buzzes. It's Mondrian. He actually has something useful to tell her. "We found the remains of one of the industrial welders -- there definitely was some kind of sabotage going on. Not entirely sure what kind, but I'm sure one of the engineers could tell us."
- Syralana has posed:
Syra lets out a ~sigh~ as she looks skyward, then her eyes dance back down to Vons. She gives a half-smile, her head tilting to the side. "Look, Vons. I never said you were wrong, or make any assumptions at all. All I /did/ say-not-say had to do with the whoever the Arkanians are. Not even sure if I met them." She gives a little flick of her hand off ot the side, dismissing the thought for a second before she glance at the site once more.
"And sure, maybe it's all a distraction. Maybe- Ooop, sec." Sira pats down her side, then the other, and finally fishes her comm out of her inside pocket opposite where she remembered putting her comm in before. Or maybe it wasn't? Meh!
"Go for Syra." And she nods her head, and yanks her comm away from her head as she looked askanced at it. Checking who it was, then holding it up, listening, checking the number again. "You know you called Syra, right? Not like, Chuckles?" She holds the comm back, checking, yep. Yep. It's Mondrian, then back to her ear.
"Because if you /are/ trying to talk to me, then that definitely soinds interesting." Her eyes dance aroind, trying to remember what Engineer would be best to ask.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
"Yeah, well you have a funny habit of only sort of listening to the things I say," he says, "and calling me a damn intern." He folds his arms.
Vons looks annoyed, but listens when Mondrian reports that they'd discovered some kind of sabotage on the remains of the equipment.
"We can talk to the Chadra Fan," he says to Syra. "I'll track him down later. Also, you never answered my question. Are you going to do your damn job, or do I have do it for you again, while you run off with the Tholothian under the excuse that you need to keep an eye on him?"
- Syralana has posed:
Syra looks at Vons. Looks at him with the eyebrows slowly arching higher, "You mean... When you bumbled your way around and everyone was sure that you were a plant. So instead I said you were an intern so they would all just nod their head, roll their eyes, and be like Ahh, damn rich kids? That intern one? You know? When you were walking around and might as well be humming your own spy theme song you stuck out so much?"
And then she crosses her arms and tilts her head, "Or, do you mean, like... When I actively kept an eye on that Dug when you told me about them? That time when I wasn't listening? Or when I /stopped/ bringing up the /N/-word when you whined that you are trying to not think about them? I even canceled the personalization on the Bantha, Vons!" She throws up her arms. "Do you have an idea how much it costs to cancel that?! They were just about to ship it! Now they gotta /un-pack it/ and remove all that stitching."
Syra scoffs and rolls her eyes as she starts walking off her arms thrown up again, "All the things I do and listen to you about, and you /still/ complain. I swear." She stuffs her comm back into one of her many pockets. Heading to the Tholothian man. She smiles to him, tilting her head, "Hey, I gotta work for a bit, but - um - if you wanna drop by my place later tonight? You said you weren't going to be able to leave till morning, right?"
- Amarik (195) has posed:
"Kriffing light," he grumbles. "It would have been fine." he starts to walk away, but not before he gestures obscenely at her, rolling his eyes. "You still didn't answer my question..."
The Tholothian man has wandered off quite a ways, and Syra will actually have to wander around for five to ten minutes before she finds him sitting near a bubbling brook, watching the fish swim in circles.
He looks up when she comes over. He looks confused. "Tomorrow evening, now," he says, "I must pack and attend to a few matters before I leave," he says. "but why do you want me to visit you...?"
- Syralana has posed:
Syra stares at him. Just... Just stares. How can /anyone/ be this dense. She is not sure if duracrete would be more dense. Perhaps transparisteel? Mandalorian Iron? Surely, one of these must be more dense than this man, but she is at an absolute loss to determine which.
Staring at him a moment longer, her face squishes up as she takes a breath, then lets it out slowly. A smile spreading across her lips, "Okay. Or not, you know. I did promise that I was going to make it worth your time! I thought some company might accomplish that." She reaches out and stiff-armed pats his shoulder before turning around and walking back toward the work site.
"Your choice!" She calls to him again, and then tries to track down Vons before he whines himself into another tizzy.
- Amarik (195) has posed:
"Oh," he says, realization dawning on him when she says thinks that some company could accomplish making it seem worth his while. A pause. "I don't mind," he says. "I'll come by later tonight, then."
Syra will probably eventually catch up with Vons, as he'd headed back towards the main colony site. But will she get to him before he complains himself off a cliff...? Who knows.