Scene #2380: Doctor's Orders

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Juno Eclipse	Although it may not be much to most people, the AMATERASU lunar mining facility that the Starbound Flotilla has claimed as their base of operations has everything needed for a spacefaring individual to feel comfortable. The base itself has plenty of room for ships to dock, comfortable quarters to sleep in, and it even has a small commons where one can sit and rest or prepare themselves something to eat. It's the latter that Juno Eclipse has made her way to, slow and a shade or two less steady than usual. She's still exhausted after the past two weeks' excitement, not to mention her rescue from Imperial clutches the previous evening. Part of her is still convinced that whatever she'd been drugged with is still working its way out of her system, and most of her is reasonably certain she isn't nearly as well-rested as she should be. That probably explains why she's sitting at one of the tables, arms folded on the surface, head resting over her arms. She's wearing a sleeveless halter top, which shows that her arms are just as pale as the rest of her, and she isn't without her record of interesting scars -- probably engineering accidents, since she hardly seems like a frontline soldier. Not like Marek, anyway. There's a cup of tea close at hand in a cheap ceramic mug, but it looks like it hasn't been touched. Relatively recent, though -- steam still wisps from the surface, and it certainly smells good.
Kyra Hyral	AMATERASU would be deemed as 'pretty tiny' to the likes of Kyra, especially compared to her dorm room at Alexander Academy. Though to be fair, Alexander Academy is a planet-encompassing moon. Still, no stranger to the moonbase, it gets the job done as far as being a great rest stop for the fleet. The Rafflesia has been docked at the facility for a few hours now. Juno would have seen the ship here on her way in last night if she was coherent enough. After her rest, the ship would have been gone again and the white mage nowhere in sight. Now that she's much more conscious than before, she might recognize the ship she helped steal from the Avian pirates months ago though Kyra has actually gotten up to a little 'detailing'. Red triangles have been painted around the edges of each of the ship's fins. Kyra follows in through the same entrance to the common room from the hangar, having actually checked for the pilot there first. There is still a /slightly/ disapproving look on her face as she steps in, with her hands resting on her hips and an adorable moogle-shaped backpack hanging over one of her shoulders. Her hood is also pulled back, showing off her short red hair and her multiple piercings. "There you are!" she exclaims. Kyra plops herself down on the other side of the table and leans forward, arms propping up her chin as she observes Juno. "Hmmm. Hmmmmmm. Well you look a little better." she pulls her backpack onto the table and opens it (the backpack unzips around the moogle's neck so it kind of looks like she's ripping the moogle's head off when she's opening it) and pulls out a watch-like cuff that is padded on the inside. "Here. Put this on. How long have you been up?"
Juno Eclipse	The vessel was indeed the one that Juno had helped to capture from the Ring of Thorns, but last night she hadn't been in any shape to see or remember particular details. As it was, she had promptly retreated to one of the unclaimed crew quarters aboard the Ebon Hawk. From there she'd spent the rest of the trip alternating between hugging herself and shivering, because dealing with Vader is a thing that incurs that response out of any sane person, and trying to sleep. Ironically, she had been too tired even to sleep for most of that. Mostly she had wanted to see Galen again. It was a bit of a moving experience, from going from believing she might never see him or anyone else again, to the cavalry arriving in full force. Assaulting a prison ship, and spearheaded by the Starbound Flotilla right alongside Galen, no less. These people have harboured her, sheltered and defended her, with the same zeal one would show their own family; their own blood. From Galen, it's expected; their bond is strong enough that they don't even need to speak in one another's presence. But the Flotilla -- the Core Fleet hadn't known her for that long. Their demonstration of zealous loyalty is touching, gratifying; it fights to restore her otherwise lost hope in humanity that the Empire had dealt such a blow to. For right now she doesn't notice the white mage walking in, mostly because her head is still down over her crossed arms, and her eyes are closed. She's listening, though, and the footfalls don't match those of anybody she knows. Galen moves silently -- if it were him, she wouldn't hear him at all, and she's fairly certain he's still meditating. The events on the prison ship had been nothing short of trauma for him. PROXY carries with him the buzzing whirr of servomotors and a metal droid chassis. The other Core Fleet members she's learned to recognise. Must be Kyra, then. Slowly, she picks her head up, blinking somewhat blearily at the sight of the redhead. She seems to have trouble focusing, if only because her body is screamingly tired, and she would dearly love to go back to sleeping; even the effects of the stimulants are beginning to lessen. "Well, I'm glad I pass muster." Juno's voice has a pleasant enough timbre to it, tempered by the clipped, precise tones of a Corulag accent. She manages a tired smile, pulling herself together and bracing her elbows against the table, head hung because she just doesn't have the strength to hold it up that much. "I feel a little better, but not by a lot." It's nice to have an actual person attending her, though, instead of a medical droid. Or somebody like Medusa Gorgon. That would have been a terrifying prospect. She shivers a little and turns her attention back to Kyra, blinking a little at the backpack. Not exactly what she might have expected from a healer, or the piercings, but it takes all kinds. The cuff is taken and fumbled with a bit, fingers cold and unresponsive and exhausted, but eventually she gets it configured in the right way and fitted snugly over her arm where indicated. "Blood pressure, I presume. About..." Her eyes hood a little. "What time is it? I've no idea, actually. Prison ships aren't exactly built to foster a sense of time for its, ah, 'guests.'"
Kyra Hyral	Of the members of the Flotilla, Kyra's likely the youngest, but she's certainly not the lightest tread here. Her footsteps are heavy, accompanied by the jingle of chains, her boots producing a pretty unique sort of noise when she walks. Her usual clothing is definitely not designed for moving silently and it's always pretty easy to hear her coming. Kyra'd be hard pressed on any serious sneaking missions for more reason than just footwear, though, thanks to her thick aura of magic. She had yet to discover who besides the usual magic-users could sense that. "Not by much, though." Kyra says with a frown, "Your juice is starting to wear off, isn't it? I can tell by looking at your eyes. I've got half a mind to dispell that for good and /make/ you go to sleep." She drums the fingers of her right hand on the table. "But I wanna take some blood first, make sure you're clean of other stuff. It shouldn't take that long to run a few tests." She reaches into the front pocket of her hoodie and pulls out her mPhone, the Galianda equivalent of a fancy-ass smartphone. She touches through a few options on the screen and a green light blinks on the cuff. It tightens as one might expect from a device meant to take blood pressure. "Blood pressure and a few other stats you can pick up with a good Scan. Hmmm." She pensively peers at the screen of her phone, green eyes switching between it and Juno. "Well your magic particles are dangerously low according to this but I think we can ignore that. Heart rate and blood pressure are up-can't say I'm surprised. If you don't mind me asking, do you remember anything that happened while you were captive? Did they try to interrogate you? You can take the cuff off now, by the way." Kyra sets her mPhone aside and starts removing other bits of equipment from her backpack to include a few vials of chemicals and several empty plastic tubes. "Sounds like some of the people from the Union helped out there too." And out comes the empty syringe, the plunger already down. "Lemme see your arm. You need to get more fluids in you-not just tea, some straight up water to rehydrate."
Juno Eclipse	Among the Flotilla, Juno's age likely lies somewhere near the middle. She's not so young as to be a teenager, but she has one of those youthful complexions; and the haunted shadows in her eyes suggest there are more years to her -- or at least more events to her years -- than appearances would otherwise suggest. She makes a quiet, disgusted little noise that sounds rather like a completely unenthusiastic 'meh,' eyes sliding away from Kyra. "Frankly, it started wearing off a week ago. I'm surprised it still has any effect at all" She sighs, expression softening. "I suppose that's the way things need to be, when you're on the run from an entire galaxy." Her eyes flick down to the cuff as its indicator light blinks, but she seems otherwise calm. As a soldier, she'd had physicals performed on her before, as well as psychological evaluations. Every TIE Fighter pilot was expected to comply with such. "I can't." Juno shakes her head, brow furrowing momentarily. "I've got to make sure the Empire isn't tracking the ship. Vader is a competent starship engineer; while it's possible that he could have done things to the Rogue Shadow's systems that I can't even begin to detect, I still owe it to the Flotilla to try. You've all done so much for me. I don't want to reward that by bringing the Empire itself to your doorstep. It's not your fight." She sighs. "Blood samples are fine. I'm already tired; drawing more isn't going to impact that too much, I think. The airborne agent that droid used should have worked its way out of my system by now, and anything else the Empire might have hit me with, but I can't be too sure without comprehensive screening. Best not to make any assumptions. I know Vader wanted me docile for whatever it was he wanted." Heart rate and blood pressure are /definitely/ up, now. Juno shakes her head, expression troubled. "I'm not too clear on the details. I think he took me somewhere, before I was transferred to the prison ship..." Her free hand rises, two fingers touching a temple. "They might have. Vader, and his Confederate allies. I'm not sure. I can't remember anything; it's all a blur, like a dream you can only half-remember." Her expression turns even more troubled as her hand drops back to the table. "I don't know what I might have told them." Wait a minute. "'Magic particles?'" Her brow furrows again, this time in an evidently nonplussed expression. "Oh. Sorry. You're not going to pick up much of anything. I'm afraid I'm fairly boring in the context of most worlds. I have no Force-sensitivity, and no aptitude for anything like magic." She gives the term somewhat blandly. Magic is still something hse's struggling to come to grips with, although the Force makes it a little easier than it might be to some. Only belatedly does she remember to detach the cuff, carefully, and slides it across the table back to Kyra. "I know. I thought some tea might calm my nerves. I also need another shower. Every time I think of that prison ship," she murmurs, shuddering, "I feel like I need to scour off another layer of skin. Those things in the prison cells... it's good you weren't there." "The Union? They did, although the irony of my Confederate terms is that when I reached out to them, I didn't /know/ they were Union. There's a Jedi Knight in their ranks, by the name of Lowri. She's helped me in the past. She came to my rescue last night, too. I guess I owe her another one." A few seconds of silence. "Oh. Sorry." Juno seems to remember the order, offering the underside of her arm to draw. She looks at it in an almost detached way, apparently not bothered by needles or the drawing of her own blood. "Sorry. I'm a little out of it."
Kyra Hyral	Kyra's early enough in her medical career that she hasn't run into too many diffcult patients. Sure, there have been a few wild and delirious ones that have come into Union medical but she was never charged with being 'in charge' of them. "So you've been juicing ever since you've escaped, huh. You know, if you ever want to rest, we've got your back. The Flotilla will keep an eye on you and your Sith buddy, don't worry." She speaks as she prepares her materials, looking troubled. "You do have a good point about your ship, though. I mean, you'll know it the best and should be able to spot if it's been tampered with. At the same time, you're going to have a hard time spotting tampering if you're not at a hundred percent. Just keep that in mind!" But for a moment, she stops and looks at Juno. "Well it's like what you said last night. We, the Flotilla, getting involved is kind of inevitable now. It's going to be our fight eventually. There's no sense in pretending that we'll get lucky and it won't happen. I know I'm trying to be careful but I'll be found out eventually too." (Thanks, Souji.) Kyra makes a motion for Juno to hold out her forearm. When she does, she reaches over and gently prods to make sure she can find a vein. A chemical that smells vaguely like rubbing alcohol is brushed against Juno's skin. "Comphrehensive screening is the name of the game. If I'm lucky, I can figure out the structure of the chemical they used on you-or even better, what the HK droid used on you, because that'll let me develop a counteragent we can have on hand for the future." She grows quiet for a moment, worried. "They must've drugged you real good." she remarks in a soft tone, lifting her eyes to meet Juno's with a sympathetic look. She holds it only for a few moments before it becomes too uncomfortable. "Interesting stuff, the Force. It's not /quite/ like magic, is it? But from what I understand it holds your universe together? Metaphorically." As she talks, she casually slips the needle in to draw blood. She does it fluidly enough to suggest she's practiced drawing blood from people. It doesn't hurt any more than a quick jab with a needle should. "It sounds horrible but...I kind of wish I was there to help, actually. Hey, you know what's weird? Doctors that go out and fight alongside people aren't really the /norm/. We don't have many that sit around in offices all day where I'm from receiving patients. Er, anyway, I'm rambling, please, go on." She removes the syringe from Juno and sticks a small piece of gauze over the puncture site, holding it down with one hand. The syringe is carefully set aside in a small holding rack as Kyra wrangles an adhesive bandaid onto the wound. "Lowri...I think she made the report. Toph wanted to visit you at some point too. It's not my call on inviting her in, though. I'm not THAT familiar with the Union so I don't know about how they treat Confederate traitors but Toph was pretty insistant on vouching for you." Kyra starts partitioning the blood. Juno will see her pour a bit of it into another test tube that already contains a clear liquid. The clear liquid, specifically, is a chemical test for poison of any kind which will change the contents of the vial to an inky black if any poison remains in Juno's blood.
Juno Eclipse	"Not constantly, but close enough that the difference is little more than semantics." Juno hoods her eyes again, looking down at the table. "I actually got my start in the Empire as a TIE fighter pilot. I had enough training to power through sleep deprivation that it's become something of a second nature, especially after I was originally transferred to the Rogue Shadow, several years ago. I can ignore it, to a certain extent, but... you're right. I'm fading. I've been fading for weeks, now, if not years." She manages a faint, almost apologetic smile. "Galen and I suspected the Empire would turn on us. It was less a matter of 'if,' and more a matter of 'when.' The Empire doesn't like its soldiers to have a conscience, you see; especially if it's a Sith assassin who isn't properly embracing the Dark Side." She looks away, gaze slipping out of focus. "He... he's done some terrible things. We both have. But he hasn't given in completely. He's hesitated in doing those terrible things; I've hesitated in following the terrible orders. There's a spark of light in him, light the Empire can't extinguish, and now won't extinguish." Her smile is soft; almost a little sad. "I'm glad to see that take root in him." "He's more than Vader's monster on a leash, you know. There's so much more to him than that. Whoever he used to be; whoever he was meant to be before Vader took him and twisted him to his own purpose... I want to see him be able to reach for that, now that we're free." That soft smile broadens, just a little. "To be Galen Marek, and not Starkiller. Himself; not Vader's... slave." Snapping back to focus, she looks up at Kyra, expression almost troubled. "But let me make one thing clear. He's not Sith. He was. That was what Vader wanted to mold him into, ultimately. But he's broken free of that. I don't know what he is -- he's definitely not a Jedi -- but it isn't Sith." Sighing, she slumps back in her chair, drumming her fingers on the table and staring down at its surface, unfocused. "Yeah. I know that, too... but the sooner I get started on it, the less time the Emperor has to work with whatever they've done to it. And I know they've done /something/ to it; that's the pragmatic choice. I'd be shocked if they didn't tamper with its systems somehow." "Maybe. I can't help but feel guilty about it, though, like I've dragged you all into this fight. I'm sure not all of you want this fight. The Empire's not invincible, and there /are/ cracks in its foundations. I'll be the first to say that. But neither are they something to be taken lightly." Juno shakes her head. "It's not right to force you all to have to fight that fight..." They're choosing to fight it, though, and she has to respect that decision. It's a good one, in the end, because if she expects to survive this fight then she'll need allies. A lot of allies... and friends. People like the Flotilla, and the Syndicate, and even her friends in the Union... they're going to mean the difference between survival or surrender.
Juno Eclipse	And she'd sooner die fighting, on her feet, than surrender on her knees to the Galactic Empire. As she's asserted to many, she won't return to it unless she's returning as a corpse. "I suppose," she repsonds, somewhat dully; too tired, perhaps, to care about what sort of chemical cocktail is running around in her veins. "Vader obviously wanted me docile for something, and that's the only way they were going to get cooperation out of me. I suppose he knew that." The Force? She arches a brow. "I don't know. I have no skill with it, but you might have a few interesting conversations with Galen. He's resting right now. That fight was pretty taxing on him; I'd leave him be for a few days, at the very least... but he'd be happy to talk to you about it. He's incredibly skilled in and connected to the Force, I think. I can't explain much about it other than the fact that I /can't/ explain it." She smiles, apologetically. "It defies physics. It goes against every ounce of scientific training I've ever had. It's a little frustrating, honestly." If the needle hurts, she doesn't show it beyond a faint, reflexive twitch near her right eye. Apparently it doesn't bother her too much. "Field medics? It depends. The Empire doesn't rely on them too much, but there are some; trained as stormtroopers, and also trained in triage and field techniques. You would have been useful, at least. Bloody droid is fond of its chemical weaponry." "Toph?" Juno tilts her head, smiling faintly. "Yeah. She can come see me. As I recall, I promised I'd spoil her rotten for services rendered. Lowri, too. I owe her one. Several, in fact." The smile falters. "I can't say the same about the others. I... would prefer to wait. Gauge how they might react. They'll probably only remember me as a Confederate." Her eyes turn to the tubes, watching as the blood is poured, but her mind is elsewhere. Her voice is a little distant, too; melancholy again. "Miss Hyral... please thank her for me, will you? For vouching for me. It... means a lot to me that she'd do that. I don't know that she fully understands whom she's vouching /for/."
Kyra Hyral	"TIE fighter...oh, yeah, those quick little ships with the vertical wings." Kyra says, confirming the pictures she's seen of them before in her head. "How long did they have you piloting one of those things, out of curiosity?" She only grins /just/ a little bit as Juno concedes to /her/ point about actually getting some sleep. Now the trick will be to see if she actually follows through or if Kyra will have to sneak up on her and tranquilize her into unconsciousness. The grin fades, simply listening as Juno describes the Empire's policy towards having a conscious and Galen's slow resistance to the Dark Side. Her understanding of the forces involved is superficial at best but she can at least get that it's a big enough deal that a huge galaxy-spanning Empire would take offense at it. "I think it's on you to help draw that light out. He did come back for you and smashed through that prison ship, after all." Of course, being a teenager her mind immediately fills in the whole 'yeah they're SO INTO EACH OTHER' thing that teenagers are wont to do. The only saving grace here is that Kyra doesn't voice it at all. "Oh! Uh. My mistake. Ex-Sith? Um. Space wizard?" Kyra guesses, grasping for a better word for Galen. "Though a suggestion? Maybe he should drop Starkiller, that sounds pretty aggressive." Carefully, she places the rest of the blood sample in a sterile plastic tube, sealing it and slipping it away in a plastic bag. She'd need a proper lab to finish a blood panel, not the paltry supplies she has on her. "Yeah well-" she says brashly, "These Imperials sound like jerks and if Yuri doesn't like them, then I don't like them! If they want to exterminate people like you for having a conscience, then they deserve to be taken down a volt or two." After a few moments, she tries to lighten the mood. "I could ask him what Vader wanted with you." she jokes, "I bet he listens to the broadband channel, hehehe." She sounds like she's kidding. Maybe. A quiet 'ooh' escapes her. "It sounds really...spiritual, then?" Kyra wrinkles her nose a little, "When he's up and about, I'll ask him about it." She doesn't even bother trying to call it magic. That's a well understood mechanism on her world! Though speaking of, her poison test darkens a little more than what clean blood would reveal but it doesn't turn straight up black as an HP-draining poison effect would show. She hrrrms at this result and carefully corks the test vial. "I heard from Toph, yeah. Well next time I'll make sure to shut that shit down good. Speaking of, it looks like you have a little bit left in your system still. I can remove that now with an esuna-" Kyra lifts a hand, ready for some white magic. Her hand glows white as she reaches out to aim it at Juno. But the white glow shifts to a pale yellow, then a dark yellow before suddenly bursting into crackling lightning that clings around Kyra's hand. Seeing this, Kyra quickly pulls her hand back, staring at it. "Erm...well that's-okay, change of plans." With her other hand, she pulls a vial off of one of her bandoliers. It contains a dark orange liquid commonly known as a remedy on her world. "Drink this, it'll get rid of HK's toxins." Awkwardly, she holds her sparking hand away from everything. "I'll pass on the invitation and thanks to Toph and Lowri." Kyra says, looking up at Juno. "Or, hey, maybe Toph does realize what you've done for the Imperials in the past and believes you can move past it. She sounded pretty convinced that you were a good person."
Juno Eclipse	"That's right. I think the rebel pilots call them 'eyeballs,' since the cockpit module has a passing resemblance." Reaching up, she plucks the clip from her hair with a single neat, efficient gesture. Shaking it loose, she slumps forward, raking her fingers through it slowly, as though gathering her thoughts. "Mmm." "At fourteen, I was the youngest cadet accepted into the Imperial Academy on Corulag... that was... nine years ago? I entered into the pilot training program." Her gaze dims, focusing on nothing in particular. "I suppose I had a knack for piloting that bordered on the uncanny. Several of my commanders thought I might be Force-sensitive, but I always turned up negative for any testing. I finished my training early, too, although perhaps not the youngest for that particular leg of the journey." "I was flying TIE fighters and TIE bombers for several years before I was reassigned to the Rogue Shadow. The Empire's probably sealed it by now, or falsified it, but I had over one hundred combat missions on my record, and while they weren't always successful, I did complete the majority of them. And that's not including what I did for Vader, directly, before I was reassigned to the Rogue Shadow. That was over about..." Her gaze dims a little further as she tries to think. "Five years? Six? Something like that. Sorry." Again, she flashes that apologetic smile. "It's been a little hard to think over the past week..." She looks back up to Kyra, cocking one of those pale blue eyes at the white mage, thoughtful. "Yeah. Maybe," she says, a little distantly. "I know he was ready to rip apart Sienar Fleet Systems when Vader turned the tractor beam on the Rogue Shadow, too. Possibly with his bare hands." Of course, Kyra's other saving grace is that even if she immediately jumps to that conclusion, she's probably right. There's a reason her very existence serves as a shackle against the Dark Side, for Galen Marek. It's quite simple. Without her, he would fall, and there would be no redemption from that plunge. "I don't know. There are Sith," she says slowly, "and there are Jedi, but what do you call someone who's in between the Dark and the Light? I don't know. And he's been trying to. That was Vader's name for him, before he remembered his real name; the name he had before Vader took him from his family as a child." She shrugs. "Maybe. I don't know. I know Vader occasionally listens to the broadband, too, but he never speaks. Once you've heard his respirator, though, you wouldn't mistake it for anything else. Nobody knows what he looks like under his mask and his armour. I'm not sure I want to know. Considering he relies on that respirator... my guess is probably 'human wreckage.'" "With a what--?" Before she can quite finish her question, she stares, a little wide-eyed, at the glowing hand reaching for her. And then suddenly it's on lightning, which is only slightly less alarming than on fire, which is to say that it's still alarming enough that Juno scoots her chair back a little, staring. The vial is eyed a little less suspiciously, because medication is a far more comfortable concept to her than weird magic wuju. Down the hatch. She grimaces a little in anticipation at what is probably at least a slightly foul taste, before offering the vial back. Or maybe she'll be pleasantly surprised. Who knows? "Thanks. Tell them... mm. I'd ask the Core Fleet if they can come here, but if they're comfortable visiting me here, then that's alright. Otherwise, it's safe enough to go to the Bar and Grill. Safe as it'll ever be, anyway. I'm willing to meet either of them there, if they want to speak to me. Using the broadband isn't safe." To Toph's voucher, though, Juno just eyes the white mage dubiously. "Maybe," she offers, but it doesn't sound very convinced.
Kyra Hyral	"..hee hee, eyeballs." Kyra giggles at the name. "Fourteen does seem pretty young to start piloting things." she remarks, "Though I don't think you're ever too young to learn a skill. Enlist in an army..." she trails off, her tone suggesting she's not too comfortable with that thought. But at this point, she falls silent so Juno can fill her in on her career history-up to including flying over a hundred combat missions. "That's impressive." she eventually says, "All the more surprising that they treat you the way they do now." She mutters something about jackbooted thugs. "He can make up a new name for himself and what he is now, can't he?" Funny since she had a discussion about changing her own last name elsewhere-strangely everyone suggested that she keep Hyral despite no longer being one. "Unless he wants to use his real name now?" Slowly she nods, then stands, her fist still glowing. "The Union had pictures of this Vader guy on file-apparently he ranks really high in the Confederacy too. Definitely cuts an intimidating figure with all that armor." Kyra stares at her hand, "...I'm going to have to discharge this on something. My friends have recommended punching...so I'm gonna go punch a rock. I'll be back-oh, and Toph says hi. She also says she'll talk with the Flotilla so she can come visit you here. She's also glad that you are okay." Remedy is a pretty standard recipe for a chemist. Still, Kyra's tastes like expired orange juice. It works immediately, though, and any effects lingering from the neurotoxin would be eliminated. Just as she's about to walk out and punch some rocks, a thought apparently occurs to her. She points her free hand at the other and casts Dispell, white magic that actually works, which disappates the lighting effect. She turns back to Juno, grinning, "Hey, I'm just saying what I heard Toph say. Ask her when she comes to visit."
Juno Eclipse	"It's what they look like. If you cross your eyes a bit, I suppose. It's true the cockpit modules are a little awkward-looking, especially with the way the solar collectors, the 'wings,' sort of bracket it." Juno gestures vaguely; an almost dismissive flick of one hand. "They're very manoeuvrable, but that's also their fatal flaw. They're fragile as glass when they're going at that speed, and Sienar cut several important corners, like 'landing gear' or 'life support systems.' TIE pilots wear a sealed pressure suit by necessity. The cockpits aren't sealed." In other words, it's rough being a Galactic Imperial mook. They're as expendable as their machinery, although TIE pilots are a little less expendable than stormtroopers. That's still pretty low on the food chain, though.... She shrugs, shaking her head at Kyra's compliments. "Thanks, but it doesn't feel very impressive. Some of the things I've done..." Juno looks away. "I've done things just as terrible as any assassination Galen has. Our hands aren't clean in this or just about any other matter. It's not something to be proud of... and I'm not. But it's not surprising, either. I'm the reason why Galen isn't a Sith assassin still. Why that spark of Light in him is still there. I want to help him fan that flame. I want to see it go from a spark to a firestorm. I think that's what he was /meant/ to be. A Jedi Knight, not a Sith monster." "We can't erase what we've done, not completely. But we can try to mitigate some of the impact of our past actions." She drums her fingers again, thoughtful. "Yeah. He can use his real name. Galen Marek. And he has been. He'd lost his name, for a long time... but even Vader couldn't erase who he was. And now we can help him become whatever it is he was meant to be. Or whatever it is he wants to be, now." Juno smiles; a soft, almost distracted smile. "We're free." Looking over, her eyes flick between Kyra's still-sparking hand and eyes when she mentions Vader. "Yeah. I'm sure some of that is calculated behaviour, on his part, but I can assure you that most of it isn't. Vader doesn't bluff. And Vader doesn't suffer defeat or thwarting any more gracefully than his master, the Emperor... although I wonder who's controlling whom, in that relationship." Discharge? Oh, the lightning. Juno just nods, because there's not much else she can say to that, mostly because it's kind of weird and slightly unnerving to a person not well accustomed to magic. "Thanks for passing that on. I'll be sure to talk to her, and Lowri, when Lowri's got a chance." Pushing herself to her feet and wavering a bit, Juno braces herself with hands flat on the table, head hung as she waits for her balance to catch up to suddenly being upright. "Thanks. For right now, I think I'm going to sleep for a little while. I'll see if I can't encourage Galen to take a little rest, too. He's in even worse shape than I am. Maybe you could check in on him some time," she adds, "though I don't know that there's necessarily anything you can do for him." Juno offers a smile, tired but genuine. "Thanks. In the meantime, let me know if you need any work on that ship of yours, hey? I might be trained as a pilot, but I'm also a mechanic and engineer, too. And I don't charge for fellow Flotilla members." With that, the pilot will move to shuffle exhaustedly back towards the lunar facility's crew quarters, provided Kyra doesn't stop her. "G'night," she adds over her shoulder, "and thanks for everything."
Kyra Hyral	Kyra's amusement at the 'eyeballs' thing quickly dies as she learns that they are little better than flying deathtraps for kamakaze-like pilots. "Uuhh, knowing how fragile those are now, given that you've flown over a hundred missions in them is still pretty damn impressive. It sounds like most pilots wind up as space debris." Though she also is pretty unaware of how X-wings fare against them. While it is tempting to say 'oh it's probably not so bad' to Juno and Galen's murky past, Kyra doesn't make that dismissal. "It sounds like you regret what you've done for the Imperials in the past." Kyra points out, "You both do, it seems. That's a good start. I hope you both can help each other to better places." As Juno goes to stand, Kyra watches her carefully, balance being a good sign of problems. "You're welcome. I passed the messages on privately to Toph so the rest of the Union wouldn't freak out." Kyra's own Union affiliation went without saying, such a thing being pretty well known by now, unfortunaetly for Kyra. "Good! Yes, go sleep. You'll thank yourself later. And hey, I'll give anyone a checkup. It's what they hired me for!" Slowly her eyes go all starry at Juno's offer for help with her ship. "T..thank you! I'd like that, actually. I know as much about spaceships as you do about magic." The white mage waves with her now non-enchanted hand, "You're welcome. Sleep well!"