Rise of the Rebellion
Player Journals => Trax => Topic started by: Trax on June 28, 2016, 09:00:57 AM
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It was just over halfway through their journey to Alderaan when Trax, needing a day off to heal from sparring with Nightshade...okay, maybe sparring wasn't quite the right word, beating, pummeling...
Whatever the word, it was time for a switch from the physical to the mental. Keshani had whipped up two make shift grenades from droid power cores in about a minute. Knowledge like that would be useful for the task ahead.
The girl seemed to spend a lot of time in the workshop so that was the first place he went looking. And the last apparently, as he looked into the room and saw her tinkering on a workbench. Trax rapped on the wall twice before speaking.
"Kesh?"
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She jumped a bit at the voice, being totally lost in thought and in her work but tried to hide her surprise.
"What's up?", she asked, try to keep her voice cool and not betray the fact that her heart was pounding rather loudly in her ears...
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Trax leaned up against the opening.
"I was hoping you'd be up for a bit of knowledge sharing. What you did with those droid cores was really impressive.
Thinking back, there have been a few times where knowing how to do that, and some related stuff, would have come in really handy. And thinking about the road ahead, I can think of a few cases where it'd be just as handy.
I was wondering if you'd be willing to give me a few lessons on that kind of stuff."
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She blinked slowly, putting down what she was working on and turning to look at the man now standing in the doorway of her self proclaimed safe haven.
"You anticipate needing to blow people up?"
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"People, maybe. But I'm mostly thinking of hard targets, doors, walls, speeders that kind of thing."
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"Oh." She replied. "That's way more fun."
She paused and chewed her lip for a few seconds. "But I dont really know that much..."
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"Not that much is still more than I know." Trax replied as he contemplated on the girl's remark that blowing stuff up was fun. All a matter of perception he guessed.
"And I think it's also selling yourself short. Someone who doesn't know that much wouldn't be able to turn droid power cores into grenades. Well, at least not without blowing themselves up in the process."
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She shrugged at his words but hesitated before answering. Honestly she hadn't been sure the power cores would work. She COULD have blown herself up instead. But it hadn't exactly been a choice to worry about - either they had gotten away from the Imps and her free from that horrid place or she would have been dead. Either option had really been okay with her at that point in time....
But she didn't think that would be a good thing to say. There was no way anyone else could understand.
Instead she half shrugged again, feeling awkward because she had a feeling she had been silent for way too long for it not to have been obvious she had been thinking about something.
"Ok. When did you want to start?"
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"I'm ready now, but it looks like I caught you in the middle of something. I can come back in a bit."
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"No, um. It's ok". She pushed aside what she had been working on and leaned back on the stool. "It's just that - "she shrugged again. "It's kinda nice to have easy access to so much...it's kinda...nice to actually be doing something that I funny have to worry about getting in trouble for doing. I don't know if that makes any sense. "
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"Oh I get it.
Trouble and I are far too well acquainted, it's nice when she leaves you alone for a while."
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She eyed him for a minute before letting out a soft snort.
"Something tells me you would be bored without trouble finding you wherever you go."
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Trax couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
"Can't completely argue, but not being bored doesn't necessarily mean having to be in trouble."
[OOC: Craig, Kellie and I are in agreement, neither of us know diddly squat about explosives used a long time ago in a galaxy far far away so we'll either need some third party input or hand waving as far as the actual lesson goes. Someone's concerned big brother might come asking questions if they start googling how to make/the functional components of, RL explosive devices.]
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[OOC: hehe, no problem. Not being an explosives expert myself (and having similar concerns regarding Big Brother), let's just do some hand-waving.
Keshani can teach you any skill she has. On the station, she was using Repair skills and Demolitions to make improvised explosives. She can teach you anything in the Technical group where you have fewer dice / pips than she does.]
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(Would love to trade for blaster skills but I don't think I have enough cps)
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OOC: So she can school him on every single tech skill except first aid. :) Looking for Demolitions actually. It'll be nice to 'learn' it without being thrown through a wall.
Kellie, if you used a skill during a mission you don't need to specifically train to improve it.
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I know..was more looking for rp aspect of it I guess.
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OOC: That's doable, if Kesh asks.
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She was an enigma of sorts. She acted so awkward and unsure of herself when around people in other environments, but when she was in her own element it was as if she stepped into a whole different galaxy and became a whole new person, forgetting about her past and living in the Now. If there were any similarities between Kesh and Mariah, this would be the most likely place to find them.
As she worked with Trax and showed him what she could about demolitions (despite what she said, of course, she wasn't exactly a novice..) there was a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips the whole time, except for when she realized it was there and schooled her expression back into a more solemn one. Her tone was lighter, she was way more confident...she actually wasn't a bad teacher. And she seemed to really enjoy it. The fact that she had Trax's undivided attention probably didn't hurt, either...
If only she could be in her element, in her zone of comfort, all of the time.
But all good things must come to an end...
As they finished up, Kesh's expression turned more serious and she leaned back on her stool, lifting the front two legs off the ground as only a teenage kid could seem to do so well without falling on their rear ends....
Her gaze fell on Trax and she seemed to be lost in thought for a minute. He wasn't currently carrying his pistols, but she could easily imagine them by his side as they had been on the Station. She thought about how insane a shot the man was and her cheeks flushed a bit remembering just how bad a shot she had been by comparison. That made her think of how he had originally shot the power cable from her hands when she had tried to kill Cha'lana right when she had met them, which both brought a small smile to her lips again but almost at the same time made her stomach feel queasy thinking about Cha'lana....
"Hey Trax?" she began, tenatively. When he looked in her direction she took a slow breath before continuing. It was always hard to ask for help for some reason...
"Do you think you could teach me how to shoot better? As kinda a trade of sorts?"
She rushed on before even giving him a chance to speak, setting him up with an "out" as if she expected him to say no before even giving him a chance to answer for himself, "It's okay if you don't want to. I know you have a lot going on and I'm just a kid and all. Just...I want to...not be scared kinda."
She shrugged and looked away waiting for his answer.
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Trax watched, listened and questioned, a lot, as Keshani went through everything with him. He was astounded, Don't really know that much my ass. But he'd learned a lot, and though his skills were still woefully pathetic in the area of demolitions, at least he was a little less likely to blow himself up now.
He was also happy to see the girl come out of her shell as she focused on the task at hand, and he even caught hints of smiles a few times. Watching her reminded him of the times when he'd sit back and watch Mariah work. They were happy memories, but unfortunately they were followed by regret for not being there for her.
When they were done, the sudden shift back to an uncertain, maybe even a little scared young girl caught him off guard. She'd been so confident the past few hours, he was a little saddened that she'd reverted so quickly. He stood silently as he looked at the girl, evaluating her request, and Keshani herself. He didn't like the idea of the girl being in combat situations where she'd be required to shoot at people.
"I can, and it doesn't need to be a trade
Compared to the average person out there you're actually pretty good. Granted the average person doesn't typically end up in a full on fire fight. Which brings me to my only reason for some hesitation. I'm not a fan of you being in any situation where you should be shooting at anyone. And if you are in that situation I'd much rather you just kept your head down and stay out of the line of fire." Trax let out a bit of a sigh.
"But in the end I'd rather you be prepared and not have to use the skills than to need the skills and not have them.
Tomorrow morning in the cargo hold." he said with a nod.
[OOC: Trax's comments about Kesh's skill are based on this table. (http://karvis.altarka.org/index.php?topic=49.0)]
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Her face flushed a bit and she looked decidedly uncomfortable at Trax's compliment about her current skill at shooting. It was almost as if she was ashamed instead of proud of the complement.
What was it with this girl??
His next comment, though, brought such a sudden rush of confused emotions and thoughts to mind that a very out of place burst of laughter escaped her lips before she could reign it in.
There were so many things just....strange...about the comment he had just made.
'I'm not a fan of you being in any situation where you should be shooting at anyone. And if you are in that situation I'd much rather you just kept your head down and stay out of the line of fire'
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1. A warm fuzzy but butterfly fluttery feeling started in the pit of her stomach at his words - again this idea that he actually cared what happened to her, that coupled with the knowledge that he still was going to be leaving her very soon and she didn't know when or if she would ever see him again...
2. The fact that he was making this statement after what they had all just been through on the Station was just....super amusing to her. Because she had been perfectly able to just "keep her head down and stay out of the line of fire" there so well..
3. If only he knew the times in her life where she had either a) been forced to defend herself in some way, or b) needed to but couldn't....if he was protective of her now, she had a feeling that if he knew half of her story....well, she didn't know exactly how he'd react. Either he'd be either more protective or decide she was such a hard case that she wasn't worth his time...
Realizing that she had just pretty much made a fool out of herself and that Trax was more than a bit confused by her reaction she covered her mouth and took a slow breath, calming her racing brain down.
"Sorry," she said much more calmly, "I just...." she shook her head slightly, "If only you knew...."
A few seconds longer for her to compose herself and she threw a smile in his direction.
"Tomorrow morning in the cargo hold then...." she shrugged a bit sheepishly. "Thanks, Trax."
And then she couldn't help it. On impulse she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a brief hug before turning and dashing out the door to the workshop, feeling the sudden need to escape.
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Trax was about to reply to Kesh's 'thanks' when she gave him a hug and then dashed out of the workshop. He stood there, confused as to what exactly he'd done to earn such a gesture, for a few seconds before giving a bit of a shrug and heading to the cargo bay to figure out what he could do to set up some targets.