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 :'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"...hee, that'd be ''awesome''. We'll get the ''Rafflesia'' all riced out and ''fast''. Maybe put some more defenses on it." The excitement does not fade, still the same fresh excitement from when they first stole the ships from the Avian pirates. "You promise, right?" It's a little trick, really. Make sure Juno had something to look forward to besides running from the Empire all the time. <br /> <br /> There are nothing but sour looks on Kyra's face when the Zaibatsu is mentioned. "The Flotilla's frequency is not safe. A person like Souji takes advantage of any and all information he comes across. If he has any interest in continuing to pursue the bounty then he'll definitely be paying very close attention to the Flotilla. As much as I hate to say it...since you're a member! You should be able to talk and party with us ''freely!'' It's...unfair." And in that moment, Kyra sounds very childish. Like a typical teenager angry with the world. <br /> <br /> Undeterred, Kyra continues to stare Juno down, firmly convinced that Galen needs to pull his weight and pilot before Juno works herself to death. She suggests PROXY but Kyra is blissfully unaware of the issues buried in the droid's programming. But gradually, her firm, stoic resistance fades as Juno looks even more weary than she's seen her these past few weeks. She reasons through the problems with turning to the Union – problems that Kyra couldn't help but agree with. But what really gets her, though, is Juno's admission that she can't really ''do'' anything. <br /> <br /> "No—wait." She reaches out to grab one of Juno's hands. "Those are all great things you can do. And just because you're a mortal doesn't mean you're useless. What are you to Galen? Are you two an item or something? Because having a loved one around through rough times is like one of the best positions you can be in for getting through it. He spends all his time meditating on this prison incident...but has he actually talked to you about it? Like...really talked? If not, offer to do that." <br /> <br /> Kyra lets go of Juno's hand, her expression changing suddenly. "...Yuri. Yuri Stintson. He said he'd help you, right? Call on him. Call on him to guard you while you rest and recover. I recently healed him so he should be in good shape to hold vigil over you guys while you rest. I don't think he has a base he can harbor you in but I know he can give you some peace."<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:428|Juno Eclipse (428)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I can do whatever you want to do to it, within reason. The Starling-class vessels are remarkably adaptable ships. It took me some time to get used to how they work beneath the panelling, but once I did, it was fairly easy for me to make changes to the ''Slice Hound''." Juno half-grins, though the expression is a little tired. "It's kind of theraputic, in a way. Technically, ship maintenance was part of my job description, as an Inquisitorial pilot, but I've always enjoyed it."<br /><br />She glances over to Kyra, crisp blue eyes searching for a moment. It's endearing the way Kyra seems to be trying to throw her things to look forward to, but her smile is ultimately apologetic. "I can't make that promise. I can't even promise that I'll make it through each day as they come. But, I can tell you I'll try to focus on it, once things cool down a bit. It's something I'd like to do." She gestures with one hand. "I've already adapted one of the Core Fleet's ships. It's possible I could incorporate a few tricks from the ''Rogue Shadow'' into the ''Rafflesia'', so long as the hardware is compatible."<br /><br />"No, it's not." Juno's agreement is soft, and after a moment she shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet. She's proud of herself when she only staggers slightly, making her way to what looks like a supply cabinet bolted to the wall, opening the door and rummaging around a bit. Pulling out what looks like two ceramic mugs, she fetches a handful of something that can't quite be seen, possibly tea or coffee, and makes her way across the commons to what looks like a very small and basic kitchen suite – the makings for hot water and maybe one small stove-equivalent; nothing fancy, and possibly something she insisted on installing herself to improve quality of life on those long, lonely hyperspace flights to and from missions.<br /><br />Coffee is not one of those things she's ever been willing to sacrifice.<br /><br />A few moments after the sound of pouring water, the rich smell of tea wafts through the commons, and Juno returns to the table with a mug in each hand, setting one of them down before Kyra. It smells distinctly herbal, very possibly something meant to calm the nerves of the imbiber. "Here. I'm sorry, I forgot to offer something earlier."<br /><br />She wraps her hands around the mug, apparently not caring about the heat—<br /><br />One of her hands is seized. Juno looks down almost languidly, blinking somewhat owlishly at the hand clasped around her wrist. Slowly, pale eyebrows arch. What? "It's less that I'm useless, and more that I'm a liability in the context of the situation." Her other hand circles around to pat Kyra's, companionably. "When you're tangling with forces like Vader, it's not a good idea to overestimate your own capabilities. It isn't necessarily that Vader's strong on his own, although I'll be honest and say that he is, but that he's a plotter."<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:428|Juno Eclipse (428)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"I can do whatever you want to do to it, within reason. The Starling-class vessels are remarkably adaptable ships. It took me some time to get used to how they work beneath the panelling, but once I did, it was fairly easy for me to make changes to the ''Slice Hound''." Juno half-grins, though the expression is a little tired. "It's kind of theraputic, in a way. Technically, ship maintenance was part of my job description, as an Inquisitorial pilot, but I've always enjoyed it."<br /><br />She glances over to Kyra, crisp blue eyes searching for a moment. It's endearing the way Kyra seems to be trying to throw her things to look forward to, but her smile is ultimately apologetic. "I can't make that promise. I can't even promise that I'll make it through each day as they come. But, I can tell you I'll try to focus on it, once things cool down a bit. It's something I'd like to do." She gestures with one hand. "I've already adapted one of the Core Fleet's ships. It's possible I could incorporate a few tricks from the ''Rogue Shadow'' into the ''Rafflesia'', so long as the hardware is compatible."<br /><br />"No, it's not." Juno's agreement is soft, and after a moment she shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet. She's proud of herself when she only staggers slightly, making her way to what looks like a supply cabinet bolted to the wall, opening the door and rummaging around a bit. Pulling out what looks like two ceramic mugs, she fetches a handful of something that can't quite be seen, possibly tea or coffee, and makes her way across the commons to what looks like a very small and basic kitchen suite – the makings for hot water and maybe one small stove-equivalent; nothing fancy, and possibly something she insisted on installing herself to improve quality of life on those long, lonely hyperspace flights to and from missions.<br /><br />Coffee is not one of those things she's ever been willing to sacrifice.<br /><br />A few moments after the sound of pouring water, the rich smell of tea wafts through the commons, and Juno returns to the table with a mug in each hand, setting one of them down before Kyra. It smells distinctly herbal, very possibly something meant to calm the nerves of the imbiber. "Here. I'm sorry, I forgot to offer something earlier."<br /><br />She wraps her hands around the mug, apparently not caring about the heat—<br /><br />One of her hands is seized. Juno looks down almost languidly, blinking somewhat owlishly at the hand clasped around her wrist. Slowly, pale eyebrows arch. What? "It's less that I'm useless, and more that I'm a liability in the context of the situation." Her other hand circles around to pat Kyra's, companionably. "When you're tangling with forces like Vader, it's not a good idea to overestimate your own capabilities. It isn't necessarily that Vader's strong on his own, although I'll be honest and say that he is, but that he's a plotter."<br /><br />"Vader is cunning," she says softly, returning her hand to her mug, "and Vader is persistent. He spins webs, and he gets other people to do his work for him, playing one side against the other. That's partly what makes him so dangerous. The best thing I can do is continue doing what I've always done for Galen – pilot the ship, and keep our necks off the chopping block. Or our throats out of Vader's invisible grasp." Rumours of demotions via Force-choking are probably rampant among the Rebel Alliance.<br /><br />She lifts her eyes to Kyra, studying the healer for a long moment as she withdraws her hand. Although she doesn't give an answer, the faint smile she shows at 'loved one' probably says everything hse needs to don the subject.<br /><br />"Is it that obvious?" She sighs. "I know. And he has taken his fair share of piloting. It isn't necessarily that I haven't had time to try and rest, but... it's difficult when you have half the galaxy standing in line for a chance at your head on a pike, you know?" One hand raises, wobbling slightly, and she finally pauses to take a sip of tea. "It's hard to settle. I'm running low on sedatives, and I don't want to rely on those too much. If I'm rudely awoken, I need to be able to act, or pilot the ship, right away..."<br /><br />"But you're right. I'll try to make more of an effort." A hand is waved towards the meditation chamber. "He's not always meditating, but when he is, I prefer not to bother him." Those crisp blue eyes settle on Kyra. "You know that Vader wanted to twist him to the Dark Side, right? To force him into the same horrible methods and actions that Vader himself uses; a pit from which Galen could never climb out. Meditation is one of the things that keeps him ''from'' that. If he's meditating for a long time after an operation like the one we were just in, it's because he ''needs'' to; because it's the only way he knows how to purge that darkness from himself. And if he wants to talk, I'll let him. He knows I'm here to listen."<br /><br />"But," she murmurs, "I'm also not going to pressure him into doing that before he's ready to." A faint smile flickers across her face. "I'm afraid Vader wasn't exactly the best parent. He's not as communicative as some people, when it comes to his own emotions and thoughts. I can encourage him to speak, but he won't do so before he's ready."<br /><br />She shrugs, faintly. "I'm not about to deprive him of that."<br /><br />"Yuri? Oh, the fellow concerned with rebellion." She frowns, working her jaw thoughtfully for a moment. "Maybe. I'm not certain how much I trust him, to be honest. He seems to want to help, but... at the same time, he's not ''human'', you know? I don't know how much I can trust someone who doesn't even know how to empathise with the people around him. Not because he means ill, necessarily, but because it might be that something critical might not occur to him because he can't grasp it, or..." One hand rises to rub at her forehead. "I don't know."<br> <br>
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-:'''{{#var:428|Juno Eclipse (428)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Vader is cunning," she says softly, returning her hand to her mug, "and Vader is persistent. He spins webs, and he gets other people to do his work for him, playing one side against the other. That's partly what makes him so dangerous. The best thing I can do is continue doing what I've always done for Galen – pilot the ship, and keep our necks off the chopping block. Or our throats out of Vader's invisible grasp." Rumours of demotions via Force-choking are probably rampant among the Rebel Alliance.<br /><br />She lifts her eyes to Kyra, studying the healer for a long moment as she withdraws her hand. Although she doesn't give an answer, the faint smile she shows at 'loved one' probably says everything hse needs to don the subject.<br /><br />"Is it that obvious?" She sighs. "I know. And he has taken his fair share of piloting. It isn't necessarily that I haven't had time to try and rest, but... it's difficult when you have half the galaxy standing in line for a chance at your head on a pike, you know?" One hand raises, wobbling slightly, and she finally pauses to take a sip of tea. "It's hard to settle. I'm running low on sedatives, and I don't want to rely on those too much. If I'm rudely awoken, I need to be able to act, or pilot the ship, right away..."<br /><br />"But you're right. I'll try to make more of an effort." A hand is waved towards the meditation chamber. "He's not always meditating, but when he is, I prefer not to bother him." Those crisp blue eyes settle on Kyra. "You know that Vader wanted to twist him to the Dark Side, right? To force him into the same horrible methods and actions that Vader himself uses; a pit from which Galen could never climb out. Meditation is one of the things that keeps him ''from'' that. If he's meditating for a long time after an operation like the one we were just in, it's because he ''needs'' to; because it's the only way he knows how to purge that darkness from himself. And if he wants to talk, I'll let him. He knows I'm here to listen."<br /><br />"But," she murmurs, "I'm also not going to pressure him into doing that before he's ready to." A faint smile flickers across her face. "I'm afraid Vader wasn't exactly the best parent. He's not as communicative as some people, when it comes to his own emotions and thoughts. I can encourage him to speak, but he won't do so before he's ready."<br /><br />She shrugs, faintly. "I'm not about to deprive him of that."<br /><br />"Yuri? Oh, the fellow concerned with rebellion." She frowns, working her jaw thoughtfully for a moment. "Maybe. I'm not certain how much I trust him, to be honest. He seems to want to help, but... at the same time, he's not ''human'', you know? I don't know how much I can trust someone who doesn't even know how to empathise with the people around him. Not because he means ill, necessarily, but because it might be that something critical might not occur to him because he can't grasp it, or..." One hand rises to rub at her forehead. "I don't know."<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>"Making it faster would be appreciated. I don't know dogfighting either so I want to avoid getting into those with serious pilots." <br /> <br />CURSES, Kyra's cunning plan to sneak in a promise has been detected. "But..." her bright green eyes widen at the blonde. "Please? You really should have something to look forward to! C'mon, just think about it." She wanders after Juno, idly watching the journey through the supply cabinet. Just how much stuff do pilots usually take out on these ships anyway? Kyra was kind of interested in finding out. <br /> <br /> "It's alright." Kyra says as she accepts the cup of tea. "You've got a lot on your mind besides hospitality right now, right?" <br /> <br /> Her enthusiasm finds itself cowed just a little by Juno's humility and worry over Galen. Furthermore, the explanation that the meditation was a means of evading the Dark Side and something that he ''needed'' to do. "...oh." she murmurs quietly, looking down into her cup with a look of embarassment on her face. It's a solid reminder that she really didn't know all that much about the Force stuff. <br /> <br /> She's all too happy to latch onto cheerier subjects, "Oh, so I'm right, huh?" Kyra says smugly, "C'mon, that rescue mission to get you back? How worried you are for him? It's all pretty obvious to ''me''." She giggles. "Keep encouraging him. It sounds like he'll come out of his shell for you. Maybe not today or tomorrow but someday." <br /> <br /> She looks down into the tea again, "Sorry. I think I know a lot less about you and Galen than I think I do so all this advice is really off base. But at least I'm learning a bunch in the process." <br /> <br /> But now she looks back up at Juno, locking eyes with her, "I think you can trust him. He is an Exalt, meant to act towards his Motivation, which is rebellion—er, sorry, I can't say it all fancy like he does." Kyra sits up just a little straigher. "His only allegiance is to being the Dark Hero. He thinks very highly of your rebellion and would most definitely help you."<br> <br>

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