Star Wars: The Nim Awakens

[Niil Spaar]

OOC:  Sorry; couldn't resist the title.   

Niil lowered himself slowly to the cargo deck, wincing slightly as the chest muscles protested.  Releasing his grip from the overhead strut, he wiped off his face with a towel that he'd gotten from the medbay.  Correction - the towel that PROXY had gotten for me.  Since Trax and I blew up on each other almost a week ago, we've been avoiding each other like we were both contagious.  Damn it, I don't even know if there's any way to defuse that.  Niil had wanted to go check in on Nim from time to time, but Trax had camped out in the same room, and Niil didn't want to risk another confrontation for her sake.  The last thing she'd probably need is to have two men growling at each other a few feet away from her.

Niil left the cargo area and hit the refresher for a good soak.  He'd gone nearly two weeks without anything but sponge baths, and his skin felt like it was crawling.  His hair . . . that was far worse.   Damn, that feels good.  The life support's being taxed enough as it is without us stinking the place up with our bee-oh.  At least we'll be at Kashyyk in less than two days.   Niil raked his fingers through his damp hair as he quietly approached the medbay.  As he walked by the door, he stole a quick glance inside the room . . . and stopped.  Trax was asleep, but Nim was awake, and propped up slightly in her bed.  Their eyes met, and Niil flashed her a grin and waved.  Not wanting to wake Trax , he mimed walking past the door with two fingers and silently mouthed, I'll be quiet.

[Nim Naja]

Nim couldn't read Niil but his gesture made sense. She shook her head and waved him in and started to slowly slide out of the bed which was clearly a very difficult if not impossible task.

Ooc: Trax can sleep but we have to have proxy in tow no matter what we do/where we go. Trax's orders

[Niil Spaar]

OOC:  No prob.     Niil would likely insist on it anyway.

Niil's eyebrows flew up in alarm and he hastened over to Nim's bedside to assist her.  "Easy, Nim, slowly.  Don't try it alone." he whispered.  "You took a nasty injury and you've been in bacta for near two weeks, so your muscles are gonna be a bit weak.  Let's try sitting up slowly first."  Niil looked around, and added, "Would you like me to get PROXY?  Maybe get him to scrounge up a repulsor chair for you?"

[Nim Naja]

Nim looked at Niil through dark visors, her expression clearly of confusion showing through even the dimness of the medbay.

She mumbled something close to, "You said words."

It was good that he stopped her from getting up; she'd have fallen flat on her face otherwise.

[Niil Spaar]

Niil stifled a chuckle at Nim's statement, but nodded in reply.  "Did you want to get out of the medbay for a bit, Nim?  I'll have to get PROXY to help."  He tapped his wrist comm, and whispered, "PROXY?  It's Niil.  Nim is awake.  Can we get a repulsor chair for her to sit in?"

[Nim Naja]

Nim nodded slightly, trying not to jostle her spinning head too much. She was feverish but the quivering belied the chills she had. She reached for the blanket on the bed but had trouble getting it to her.

[Niil Spaar]

"Here, let me . . . "  Niil snagged the blanket that Nim was reaching for, and carefully draped it over her shoulders.


OOC:  Craig, shall I write in PROXY, or is that your call?  I'm not certain what PROXY will say/do here.

[GM Craig]

[OOC: You can do it. PROXY would be attentive, but firm that she needs bed rest. Niil could persuade him if he promised to be very attentive, and not to tax her, and to call him immediately if there was trouble.]

[Niil Spaar]

PROXY walked in to the medbay a few moments later, and started to shake his head.  "Mistress Naja," he whispered, "please, it is unwise for you to be exerting yourself so soon after coming out of an extended bacta immersion."  The droid hesitated as if it was about to say more, but instead turned to Niil and said with some reproval, "Master Spaar, you did not awaken her, did you?"

Niil shook his head and held up his hands.  "No, PROXY.  I was walking by the medbay, and I saw that Nim was awake.  I waved at her, but she waved for me to come in."  He looked at Nim with an apologetic look, and added, "She, umm, tried to get out of bed, but we came to a compromise and I helped her to a sitting position." 

PROXY stared intently at Nim for a few moments, then said gently, "Mistress Naja, I would advise against this.  I could elevate the upper half of the bed, if you wish, but you should avoid as much movement and stress as possible."

Nim wearily raised an arm to point at Niil, and mumbled, "Uh-uh.  Wan' talk with Niil for a bit.  Don' want to wake Trax."

PROXY let out a faint sigh, but Niil interjected before the droid could respond.  "PROXY, if I might make a suggestion?  What if we got Miss Naja here into a repulsor chair, and moved a little bit out into the hallway so we won't wake Trax?  The man needs the rest."  He glanced at Nim, and said, "My medical training isn't as good as yours, PROXY, but I'll keep a close eye on her and call you immediately if she runs into any complications.  I'll make sure that she won't stay up for too long, and I won't stress her out.  My word on that.  If you wish, you could also accompany us."

PROXY processed Niil's assurance for several seconds, then nodded reluctantly.  "Very well, Master Spaar.  I will provide Mistress Naja with the chair, but I will leave the both of you to speak in private.  Please do not keep her up for long.  And contact me immediately if there is any trouble."

Niil gave the droid a thumbs-up.  "My word on that, PROXY."

PROXY returned with a repulsor chair, and both Niil and the droid carefully moved Nim into it.  Making a few adjustments to the seating recline settings, PROXY carefully moved Nim out of the medbay and down the hallway a short distance.  Securing the chair, PROXY nodded to Nim and left the two alone.  Niil pulled up a chair to face Nim, and gave her a faint grin.  "We have the corridor to ourselves, Nim.  So . . . anything in particular you'd like to speak about?  I'm all ears."

[Nim Naja]

Nim was wincing at the light in the corridor, feeling like it was going to explode her head. She raised a hand to shield her eyes, and mumbled something unintelligible.

[Niil Spaar]

Niil glanced up at the corridor lights, and frowned.  He hadn't thought of that.  "Once sec," he murmured as he got out of his seat and accessed a wall panel.  He searched the menu for the lighting, and promptly brought the hallway illumination down by 50%.  Looking over at Nim, he said, "How's that?  I can drop it some more if you'd like."

[Nim Naja]

Nim lowered her ivory hand as if answering his question. She was quiet except for her rapid respirations. The woman still smelled highly of bacta, her skin very pale and clammy. An IV was stuck in her other hand, trailing to a multitude of different liquids hung on the back of the chair. It wasn't the normal appearance of someone fresh out of the tank, it was more like she had been rendered very, very ill.

Out of the warmth of the medbay she started to shiver despite the blanket Niil had gotten her.


OOC: Sorry, had to paint the picture and it ain't pretty. Aside, is Niil carrying anything? He mentioned a gun belt in the other thread.

[Niil Spaar]

Niil's brows furrowed in concern.  Something was very, very off here, and it wasn't from the lightsaber wound she took almost two weeks ago.  Nor was the screaming he'd heard just short of a week earlier.  "Wait there, Nim, I'm gonna grab another blanket."  He walked the short stretch of corridor to where his bunk was - his eyes darting back frequently to watch her - and stripped the blanket off the top.  He walked back to her and gently placed the blanket in her lap.  Taking a seat again, he whispered, "Something you care to talk about, Nim?  This isn't from the injury or the bacta dunk."  The last was said as a statement, not a question.

OOC:  Sorry, but Niil remembered seeing Trax's pistols kept well away from Nim when he was trying to calm her down.  Niil's got his weapons stashed.

[Nim Naja]

Nim watched Niil watch her, and she felt irritated by it. Why did he stare as if she was going to do something? Was it some kind of Jedi thing? Was he reading her mind?

He came back with the blanket and she stared back, trying excruciatingly hard to read him, but utterly failing. It took her concentration away from forcing back the withdrawal side effects, which ultimately resulted in making her headache worse and her stomach churn. A hand went back to her temple and for a moment she looked very close to puking.

Nim gave it some time, losing herself in her own world. She breathed deeply and focused on trying to ward off all of the side effects again. She stopped looking at Niil completely and seemed very distant for a time.

...He'd said something. She finally looked back up to Niil. Her inability to read kinesics also meant she was unable to control her own. Completely transparent, it was obvious to Niil that Nim either didn't hear him or was confused by what he?d said.

Ooc: sure thing, just needed to know what I'm working with Also this would be a day or less after emerging as the next day we'd arrive at wookiee world. So it's probably a few hours after the thread with trax.

[Niil Spaar]

Oh, yes, something is definitely wrong here. Sitting back down in front of her, he tried his best to exude calmness.  "Nim," Niil said quietly,  "take all the time you want."  He sat there and patiently waited.