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Sep 28, 2020 3:34 AM
Pradnakt meets Alek
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-The telekinetic grip, even as light as it is, actually alarms him a bit more than the touch does, but he recognizes her before he can lash out. 

"Nn-wha?" He notices the tank, "Oh. 's ready?" He pushes himself up to a sitting position with the uninjured arm.

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She lets him up immediately. "Just about, yeah, I still need to check the settings. D'you need anything before you go in?"

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He gives it a long look. 

"Sedatives? Or..." He knows Jedi sometimes just meditate when they need to spend time in a kolto tank. He... hasn't really been meditating. Unless you count the thing he does with the fire. He hasn't been counting that, and he can't do it in a tank, anyway. 

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"-if you want 'em, sure."

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"...I don't. I just..." He shifts, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to stall. 

"...I haven't been meditating." He can't exactly let go of his emotions when the force reflects them back at him. 

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"I'm sure the Jedi teach that differently than we do. Do you know where you're running into trouble, or does the whole thing just not appeal?"

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"I can do... most of the calming techniques without the Force. The real trouble is when I try with it. It... it doesn't help anymore. It's like an echo chamber - everything I feel just becomes stronger. And I'd rather not spend however many hours awake without it, stuck in that tank." So, sedatives.

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"-yeah, that's not a five minute fix. I can do a calming effect, but I don't know that I should - bad habit, letting people do things like that to you. Not that sedatives are much better."

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She's right, but. "I don't want to be stuck asleep if Master Manoll catches up to us while I'm in there," he says uncomfortably. 

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"Fair. All right. Sweetheart," she calls to Daisy, "bring us my holoprojector? And a couple boxes of poetry, I don't care what."

A push of calm appears in the Force as she turns to look at the tank's controls, gentle enough that he could easily throw it off if he wanted to, though it's obvious that it could be much stronger.

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He almost throws it off on reflex, but manages to hold back at the last moment. It's difficult, to let himself just... be calmed.

 

Once he relaxes into it, though... well, he can hardly stop himself from collapsing back onto the cot again. He pushes himself slowly to his feet, hoping that being upright will keep him awake, and shakily steps over to stand before the tank. 

"...Thanks," he murmurs, "Should I...?" Get into the tank?

(Isk rolls over from the outlet to take a closer look at the tank, incidentally settling under Alek's good arm so he can lean on them.)

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"Good reflex. Yeah, this looks right to me." She steps aside to let Isk look. "I can fill it first, the instructions say that's down to personal preference."

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Getting to stand there while the kolto slowly covers his body sounds much worse than getting into it already filled. "Yeah, I'd rather it already be full."

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"You got it." She floats a kolto bag over and into the tank, popping it open with a twist once it's inside, then repeats the process until the tank is full. "Need a hand getting up there?"

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"No, I can get up there myself," especially when he's calm like this, even if it is artificial. "-I should probably undress, though." He tugs at his tunic. 

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She looks away. "We can rig up a privacy screen once you're in and settled."

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Once she's not looking anymore, he starts undressing, "Don't worry about it? I don't mind it if people see me naked so long as they're not... staring, or anything. Or being creepy about it." 

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"All right. I'll mostly be reading anyway - my range is a little better with emotion stuff, but I'll still need to stay in the hangar."

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Nod (and sense of agreement). 

Once he's undressed, he hops up to kneel on the lip of the tank. "How long should this take?" He asks before getting in.

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"Hard to know without a full diagnostic - at least two days, maybe more like four. Should be pretty obvious when it's done. And that's for full healing; if you need to come out sooner it doesn't hurt anything, you just heal from there naturally. Might scar, is all."

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"Scars are fine, if I have to come out early," he nods. He pulls the mask over his head, and slips down into the tank, leaning into the calm to keep his breathing perfectly even and mind serene. 

It's... not very comfortable. But with the help of the calm he can ignore it, falling back on meditative exercises until he's settled enough to touch the Force. 

Time seems to fall away, then. 

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Pradnakt brings the cot over and settles in; Daisy brings the holoprojector, after a little while, and the Sith demonstrates how it's set up to be operated by telekinesis while she makes a couple more trips to bring things in - more data discs than the handful that were with the machine, a box of ration bars, a few changes of Sithy clothing, a radio reciever. When she's done, she takes the speeder out.

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Isk watches all this activity for a while, idling in front of the kolto tank. They don't move from that place until Pradnakt is all settled down and Daisy has left. Once things have quieted down, they whistle thoughtfully to themselves, looking around and spotting Alek's belongings on the ground near the tank. With an annoyed noise, they roll over and begin picking them up with their grasper, intending to take the clothes to the sonic laundry machine on board and put his other belongings - belt, pouches, saber and holster, among others - somewhere out of the way. 

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Pradnakt seems fairly engrossed in her poetry, but looks up sharply when Isk moves the lightsaber, first at the droid, and then, concerned, at the boy in the tank, and then back to the droid, bewildered.

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(Alek doesn't stir.)

Isk notices her attention, pausing with the holstered saber still in their grasp. They whistle curiously at her. 

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