Nightwraith: Demon Adrift (open)

[Xais'fir]

~The Nightwraith did nothing to interfer with, or sabogtage the camera as Thorn slowly entered up the loading ramp. She would find however that she needn't go to the cockpit to find its pilot, who lay unconcious in the center of the metal-grate floor of the cargo hold. The walls and the floor looked nothing like the exterior of the ship, being rather bland and merely the frame of the vessel as there was no need for anything elaborate or even modest on this vessel. The floor was plasteel, as were the walls, their normal metallic grey and the hold was littered by various cargo containers whos contents were unkown without inspection yet merely held trade goods. There was a few waist high shelves on the far back wall that had one or two weapons resting on them, and aside from the extra power cells lying on the floor just to the side of the loading ramp there was nothing save for Xais'fir.

Xais'fir, the pilot of this vessel and mercenary to the Ebonclaw lay there in his demonic looking armor, the only indication he was still alive was the ripple of the bio-tech armor he wore, as though it were breathing. His Adu'dhaera lightsaber was gfripped tightly in his right hand, though that was the only weapon on him that was visible. Another sign of his life was the faint groan as he stirs as a residual wave of pain flows through him~

[Triune]

*Thorn walks over to Xais and kneels beside him, reaching out to put her hand against his armored neck as if feeling for a pulse. In truth she palmed a medical patch from her belt and pressed it against the armor's neck to feed it medicinal nutrients to help it and its wearer recover quicker, a move completely hidden from the camera of course.*

"Time to wake up soldier." She murmurs.

[Kentos Fey’lya / Adamis]

*Adamis walks from the holoprojector and over towards the loading ramp and looks up it but from a distance, not wanting to threaten the ship.*
"Bring him down. Our doctors can treat him in our medbay."

[Triune]

"As soon as he has recovered enough to walk on his own I will lead him out." She calls back with her 'counter offer'

[Xais'fir]

~The ships' anti-personnel blasters all target Adamis as he moves to the base of the loading ramp and a cry echoes throughout the bay form the ship, like bending metal at the mere mention of them doing anything to its pilot. Inside the ship Xais moans as the medical patch works its magic, the boost to both him and his armor was enough to awaken him, if not totally restore his strength and he sits up with a groan, his left hand placed against the side of his helm~

"Hnnn, Dorn guuan phor, fridj xuat joros uns'aa ulu count lu'oh mzil dron Usstan noamuth pholor nindel uss." His voice for a brief moment sounded different, likely being familiar to Thorn at least in tone before he catches himself and looks at his rescuer then at the camera on her shoulder.

"Since when was a holorecorder standard issue on a Commander's uniform? Especially one that reeks of Jedi, you been having fun without me again, Thorn?" The light mandalorian accent returned as he spoke this time and Xais rises to his feet to look into the camera, making a brief note of the hold before letting his lightsaber slide into his armor, unobserved by the camera of course. "I take it you came to bail my mandalorian arse out of the fire, eh, bring any help or are we gonna have to fight our way out of this?" Xais wobbled occasionally as his senses readjusted to being used and eyes the camera for a moment before sending his red lensed gaze down the loading ramp.

[Triune]

"Well it seemed your mandalorian hindquarters needed rescuing considering the distress call we got placed you in the hold of the Jedi Light. After some tense negotiations I and a few technists were allowed to board and tend to you and the Wraith..." She smiles slightly as she sets back on her heels watching him closely for signs of injury.

[Kentos Fey’lya / Adamis]

*Adamis hears some faint talking in the cargo hold.*
"If you got him up and running can you get him to shut off these dam blasters! There starting to seriously piss me off!"

[Triune]

*Thorn chuckles softly then looks to Xais once more.*

"It seems your host is somewhat annoyed at the Wraith's protectiveness, are you ready to exit and greet your 'savior'?"

[Xais'fir]

He jerks his head towards her at the mention of where they currently were with a unintelligible curse. "Oh for the love of..the Jedi's Light, how the hell'd we end up here? Last thing I remember was..." He remembers that they're being monitored and shakes his head. "..diving into the Wraith's hold as all hell broke loose. Ah..so we got knocked from hyperspace...I'm sorry." His apology would seem confusing to anyone other than himself and Thorn as it was not directed at her, but the ship itself as it informed him of what transpired during his involuntary coma. She would likely note the, at this point, pencil thick slash across the front of his armor that was easily identifiable as a lightsaber wound and had it been any deeper he might not be standing before her right now. "Well, I suppose we should talk to that Jedi before he gets cranky, they always get cranky."

[Xais'fir]

~Xais'fir shares her chuckle and he nods while turning towards the ramp~

"See, what'd I tell you? The blasters are off, so calm down. I thought you Jedi were supposed to be above letting your feelings show?"

[Triune]

"It must have something to do with being forced to wear such bland robes..." She jokes as she rises to lead him out.

[Kentos Fey’lya / Adamis]

*Adamis hears their last comments and stands at the foot of the ramp as they walk down it, his arms crossed.*
"I could hold my emotions in check but I usually don't like it a whole lot when people we are trying to save try to kill me and my men! You need to train your pet ship better!"

[Xais'fir]

~Xais'fir follows Thorn out of the Wraith's hold and stands before Adamis after glancing about the bay and bowing to the technists who healed his ship. His emotionless red lensed gaze then returns to Adamis~

"I thank you for, 'saving' me, but as you can see there was no need. The Ebonclaw came to my aide and you would have more than likely killed myself and the Wraith in your attempt to be noble. So if there's nothing else you require I'd like to be on my way, both myself and my ship wpould like a chance to rest in more..familiar surroundings."

~He shakes his head at Adamis' comment and half growls, despite doing his best to be civil~

"My ship, was protecting me and itself since you are not the ones it requested aide from and as I said a moment ago would probably have killed us both in your ignorance. Besides, Master Jedi, I highly doubt your intentions were as, samaritan as you lead on. Ebonclaw tech is highly sought after, even by Jedi."

[Kentos Fey’lya / Adamis]

"That may be but it would not take prority over saving lives! In its own way, it is a way to save life. By know the Ebonclaws better, we can better stop them from killing. So in reality I was on a life saving mission, no matter what way you look at it!"

[Xais'fir]

"You see it your way and I see it mine. There's no point wasting eitehr of our time arguing about it and you have yet to answer my question. Are we free to leave or do you require us to be 'detained' further." He subtly hinted that he would consider himself a prisoner were they not allowed to disembark while being as civil as he could.