Oct 18, 2019 2:43 AM
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What a day it's been. That's to be expected, sometimes, when one's master is a Sith, but even then, watching her go from barely responsive to a clinging, sobbing breakdown, then speaking, when she hasn't spoken an unscripted word in the year she's known her and hasn't spoken at all in well over a month, and then going off to kill her master, possibly killing Lord Grauzatis as well, and adding most of his prisoners to the escape plan? Even for a Sith, that's not your average day, in any sense.

And now here they are, making their way out of the system on sublight drive. Daisy - she's Daisy, now, that was the promise, that when they escaped they would both get new names - hasn't been given any orders, has barely been spoken to, and might not be. It's up to her to figure out what to do next, despite the fact that she's just a servant droid, and anyone else on the ship would be more qualified. Deskyl - Lord Pradnakt, now - trusts her, would be upset if she surrendered the responsibility to anyone else.

They clearly need medical attention. All of them, really, even Pradnakt, at least enough to ensure that there's nothing medically wrong with her. That's the first thing Daisy takes care of, searching the ship's database for the best medical facility not run by the Empire that they can get to overnight and setting them on course for it. Then she checks on the passengers: the hooded woman is where Pradnakt left her, the man with the prosthetics has claimed one cabin, and the two remaining women are settling into another. She offers them food and painkillers from the ship's stores and leaves them to it, going back to check on the hooded woman. She's unresponsive, but the code to the hood's lock is in Daisy's databank without any warnings or special instructions, so she goes ahead and takes it off, dims the room and waits for a dose of painkiller to set in before removing the blindfold and earplugs underneath, and feeds her half a serving of mush made from the blandest of the emergency rations.

Then, with everything as well taken care of as it can be for now, she goes to check on her master.

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They've moved to the floor, the couch not being big enough for them to lie side by side; Pradnakt's back is to the entrance, guarding him with her body.

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They both sleep at once, now. His eyes are closed and he's curled up next to her.

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There's no telling when they'll wake up, except that it probably won't be any time soon.

She goes back to the cockpit. She can watch them from there, and this way they won't be disturbed if one of the other passengers comes looking for her.

 

They're still asleep come dinnertime; she distributes meals, takes care of the dishes, and informs the passengers that there are regrettably no changes of clothes available, but that they'll be at Scaovis IV in the morning where they can get both clothing and medical care.

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And, eventually, a few hours after dinner, Pradnakt comes awake.

She has no idea where she is or how she got there, but he's here, so that's all right.

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He wakes up only a few moments later, and the memories of the previous day light up one by one.

The plan. The killing. The escape. The ship.

(The torture.)

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Well.

Here they are, then.

She gathers him back up into her arms and holds him tight.

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It's a good place to be.

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After a minute he opens his eyes again.

will they follow us?

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They were still pretty distracted when we left.

He's going to be really pissed about losing His prisoners, though. She holds him a little closer.

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good.

He buries his face in her shoulder. Even as he thinks it, there's a pang of panic.

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I won't let Him have you. I won't.

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The droid comes in; she's quiet, but not silent.

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His head shoots up.

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...oh. Right.

He waves.

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She tenses, too, but relaxes when he sees the droid. (She wishes she remembered her properly. She knows, from his memories, that she's important, that there's something to remember, but she doesn't know what it is.)

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"Are you all right, Sir? Is there anything I can get for either of you?"

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"I think I'm fine," they say. He gestures to himself.

(He's very hungry, but hasn't really registered it yet.)

He looks to Pradnakt as he asks - do you need anything?

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Dinner. You too. She hasn't missed it.

She might know what's going on.

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Oh. Huh. Right.

"...actually. Food would be good."

They pause.

"What's happening?"

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"We're on our way to Scaovis IV, Sir; there's a private hospital there, it should be safe enough. We'll get there in the morning. The prisoners you rescued are all stable and should be fine until then, and I've started going through the financial records; you have plenty of credits available for now."

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"...Thank you."

He hesitates.

"Please don't call the boy sir."

Another gesture to himself.

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"All right. What should I call you?"

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That's...

That's a question, isn't it?

 

"..."

 

He looks helplessly at Pradnakt.

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Yeah, that's a hard one.

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"...I see. All right."

She approaches, a little hesitantly, but when Pradnakt doesn't object, she sits by them and offers her her hand; even without her memories, Pradnakt recognizes it as an offer of comfort, and is comforted.

"Her name is Deskyl, by the way. Lord Pradnakt, now. And I'm Daisy."

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