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morally_cryptic) wrote2005-02-07 10:53 pm
morally_cryptic) wrote2005-02-07 10:53 pm
After the Fight [backdated to before the Boys' Night Out] pt. 1
[Directly after this.]
Almost immediately after getting Obi-Wan back to the Temple, Anakin backtracks to the scene of the fight. He stares in both annoyance and dismay at the broken bridge for several long moments, then down into the depths of Coruscant below. His lightsaber could be anywhere, and he can't even be sure someone else hasn't found it by now and made off with it. Sithspawn! Oh well, first thing's first, check the level directly under the side of the bridge he was on and then work down. With a little bit of luck, and a large helping of the Force, he might find it sometime this century.
It would probably be easier to just fly to Ilum and get a new crystal and make a new one instead of searching in the proverbial haystack for the proverbial microscopic needle. But, he doesn't want to hear the lecture he'd get from Obi-Wan on the matter of keeping his lightsaber with him at all times, nor does he think he can stand the peace and serenity of the Temple at the moment. Anakin's fairly certain he'd welcome a distraction in the form of some chaos breaking out that needs a Jedi to handle it.
Instead, he gets to searching, ignoring the people passing who look at him oddly as he pokes around looking intently for his 'saber, first just below the bridge, then progressively lower and lower and lower and lower. Hours pass and he still hasn't found it, though the work has caused his annoyange and anger at Revan to dissipate and mostly he just feels tired. No sign above him can be seen of the sky and Anakin isn't even sure if it's day or night by now. He's fairly certain he's got to be down near the bedrock of Coruscant now and even more certain if his lightsaber fell this far, and survived, that the first being who passed by would have made off rather quickly with it and he won't find it anyway.
Realising just how covered in grime and filth and sweat he is, as well as suddenly noticing the rather vehement signals his stomach is trying to send his brain about how he hasn't eaten for most of the day, Anakin's about to give up and go back when he thinks he just barely hears a groan from nearby. Part of him says to ignore it, there are plenty of beings down here who would prey on anyone foolish enough to try to help a fellow being, and part of him -- the part that sounds an awful lot like Obi-Wan -- tells him he should at least make sure. As Anakin approaches where he thinks the sound originated, he finds himself standing before a rather large chunk of the rubble from the bridge collapse which has appeared to have landed on a speeder. He frowns, reaching out a little with the Force, and is then able to ascertain what must have happened, that being that unluckily enough for whoever was driving the speeder, that large piece of rubble crashed into it, sending it direcly into the pavement. Whoever's in there is lucky to be alive. Especially after this many hours. Anakin's surprised no one is here to try to help the driver and then he thinks, disgustedly, remember where you are, no one this far down cares about anyone else.
Sighing, he glances around for any witnesses to what he plans on doing. This deep into the bowels of Coruscant, Jedi are about as welcome as a glitbiting smuggler at a senatorial soiree. Maybe less so. The driver can't possibly last much longer and Anakin can't just leave him or her behind. So, without thinking too much more on any consequences, he opens himself more fully to the Force, stretching out a hand toward the rubble and imagining the Force as enveloping it and slowly, carefully, moving it just far enough away that Anakin can rescue the person inside the speeder. Once the rubble is removed, Anakin swiftly moves to the mangled speeder. And if he wasn't tired before, he's definitely feeling the strain now. And he still has to figure out how to get up to civilization again, with an injured person in tow.
The driver of the speeder was severely injured, alright. Anakin's fairly certain both of his legs were crushed by the chunk of rubble and that he sustained a nasty head wound as result of the crash. And that's only what he notices first off. Secondly, it's that he can't seem to place the being before him as any species he knows of. Thirdly, it's that unless he does something very quickly, all that effort is about to have been for nothing.
Reaching out to the Force again, he uses it to, hopefully, stabilize the being before him. The healing arts were never his forte. Seems he's better at the hurting arts, he thinks sardonically. Tearing strips from his tunic, Anakin fashions tourniquets for the driver's crushed legs...what's left of them, then proceeds to bandage its head. Nothing else seems to be bleeding profusely and Anakin's getting the sense that his little display has attracted more attention than he'd care for. Now comes the question of how to move the alien. There are no air-taxis for at least another twenty levels or so, so Anakin's going to have to do a lot of carrying. He just hopes the alien can take it.
Gingerly lifting the driver in his arms, Anakin turns to see that he does have an audience. However, they seem to be currently a bit more concerned with the speeder which has now been made available for scrapping with the removal of the rubble. Anakin thanks the Force for that and, as quickly as he's able, moves toward the nearest ramp for the next level up.
It's hard going, but somehow Anakin makes it up twenty levels with rescuee still alive, still just barely. He's able to wave down a passing airtaxi, carefully lays the alien onto the backseat, then hops up front with the driver. "Nearest medcenter. Now."
The airtaxi driver doesn't argue, just flies and within minutes they are coming to a stop before the medcenter. During the ride, Anakin commandeered the driver's comm and called ahead to warn the center he'd be bringing in a severely wounded alien, so as soon as they stop, there are people waiting for them with a gurney. Once they get the alien loaded onto it and taken inside, and Anakin is assured they'll do their best for him, Anakin gets the driver to take him to the Jedi Temple. As he's clambering out of the airtaxi, the the taxidriver shouts at him, "That'll be fifty credits! And twenty more because you got blood on my seats!" Anakin fixes the driver with the most derisive, withering glare he can muster, then says, "Charge it to the Order," and turns on his heel and enters the Temple, ignoring the shocked looks he gets from everyone he passes. Those looks tend to happen when one is sweaty and grimy with a torn tunic and more than a few bloodstains.
Almost immediately after getting Obi-Wan back to the Temple, Anakin backtracks to the scene of the fight. He stares in both annoyance and dismay at the broken bridge for several long moments, then down into the depths of Coruscant below. His lightsaber could be anywhere, and he can't even be sure someone else hasn't found it by now and made off with it. Sithspawn! Oh well, first thing's first, check the level directly under the side of the bridge he was on and then work down. With a little bit of luck, and a large helping of the Force, he might find it sometime this century.
It would probably be easier to just fly to Ilum and get a new crystal and make a new one instead of searching in the proverbial haystack for the proverbial microscopic needle. But, he doesn't want to hear the lecture he'd get from Obi-Wan on the matter of keeping his lightsaber with him at all times, nor does he think he can stand the peace and serenity of the Temple at the moment. Anakin's fairly certain he'd welcome a distraction in the form of some chaos breaking out that needs a Jedi to handle it.
Instead, he gets to searching, ignoring the people passing who look at him oddly as he pokes around looking intently for his 'saber, first just below the bridge, then progressively lower and lower and lower and lower. Hours pass and he still hasn't found it, though the work has caused his annoyange and anger at Revan to dissipate and mostly he just feels tired. No sign above him can be seen of the sky and Anakin isn't even sure if it's day or night by now. He's fairly certain he's got to be down near the bedrock of Coruscant now and even more certain if his lightsaber fell this far, and survived, that the first being who passed by would have made off rather quickly with it and he won't find it anyway.
Realising just how covered in grime and filth and sweat he is, as well as suddenly noticing the rather vehement signals his stomach is trying to send his brain about how he hasn't eaten for most of the day, Anakin's about to give up and go back when he thinks he just barely hears a groan from nearby. Part of him says to ignore it, there are plenty of beings down here who would prey on anyone foolish enough to try to help a fellow being, and part of him -- the part that sounds an awful lot like Obi-Wan -- tells him he should at least make sure. As Anakin approaches where he thinks the sound originated, he finds himself standing before a rather large chunk of the rubble from the bridge collapse which has appeared to have landed on a speeder. He frowns, reaching out a little with the Force, and is then able to ascertain what must have happened, that being that unluckily enough for whoever was driving the speeder, that large piece of rubble crashed into it, sending it direcly into the pavement. Whoever's in there is lucky to be alive. Especially after this many hours. Anakin's surprised no one is here to try to help the driver and then he thinks, disgustedly, remember where you are, no one this far down cares about anyone else.
Sighing, he glances around for any witnesses to what he plans on doing. This deep into the bowels of Coruscant, Jedi are about as welcome as a glitbiting smuggler at a senatorial soiree. Maybe less so. The driver can't possibly last much longer and Anakin can't just leave him or her behind. So, without thinking too much more on any consequences, he opens himself more fully to the Force, stretching out a hand toward the rubble and imagining the Force as enveloping it and slowly, carefully, moving it just far enough away that Anakin can rescue the person inside the speeder. Once the rubble is removed, Anakin swiftly moves to the mangled speeder. And if he wasn't tired before, he's definitely feeling the strain now. And he still has to figure out how to get up to civilization again, with an injured person in tow.
The driver of the speeder was severely injured, alright. Anakin's fairly certain both of his legs were crushed by the chunk of rubble and that he sustained a nasty head wound as result of the crash. And that's only what he notices first off. Secondly, it's that he can't seem to place the being before him as any species he knows of. Thirdly, it's that unless he does something very quickly, all that effort is about to have been for nothing.
Reaching out to the Force again, he uses it to, hopefully, stabilize the being before him. The healing arts were never his forte. Seems he's better at the hurting arts, he thinks sardonically. Tearing strips from his tunic, Anakin fashions tourniquets for the driver's crushed legs...what's left of them, then proceeds to bandage its head. Nothing else seems to be bleeding profusely and Anakin's getting the sense that his little display has attracted more attention than he'd care for. Now comes the question of how to move the alien. There are no air-taxis for at least another twenty levels or so, so Anakin's going to have to do a lot of carrying. He just hopes the alien can take it.
Gingerly lifting the driver in his arms, Anakin turns to see that he does have an audience. However, they seem to be currently a bit more concerned with the speeder which has now been made available for scrapping with the removal of the rubble. Anakin thanks the Force for that and, as quickly as he's able, moves toward the nearest ramp for the next level up.
It's hard going, but somehow Anakin makes it up twenty levels with rescuee still alive, still just barely. He's able to wave down a passing airtaxi, carefully lays the alien onto the backseat, then hops up front with the driver. "Nearest medcenter. Now."
The airtaxi driver doesn't argue, just flies and within minutes they are coming to a stop before the medcenter. During the ride, Anakin commandeered the driver's comm and called ahead to warn the center he'd be bringing in a severely wounded alien, so as soon as they stop, there are people waiting for them with a gurney. Once they get the alien loaded onto it and taken inside, and Anakin is assured they'll do their best for him, Anakin gets the driver to take him to the Jedi Temple. As he's clambering out of the airtaxi, the the taxidriver shouts at him, "That'll be fifty credits! And twenty more because you got blood on my seats!" Anakin fixes the driver with the most derisive, withering glare he can muster, then says, "Charge it to the Order," and turns on his heel and enters the Temple, ignoring the shocked looks he gets from everyone he passes. Those looks tend to happen when one is sweaty and grimy with a torn tunic and more than a few bloodstains.