Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Desperate Times

Posted by Elias “Eli” Trenor (Medic) in Desperate Times

Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Desperate Times
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“Now listend, this is not about being tough ok? the second you feel something let me know please or I might have to start over.” he said searching her eyes for understanding. “We get this right and maybe your good by tomorrow ok?”

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Okay.” It was easier to form the words but she felt it more. It didn’t exactly hurt, but was I physically difficult now. She waited while he made adjustments and the moment she felt pain she blinked, batting her lashes at him. Mischief dancing in her eyes.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

He looked at her, her eyes were stunning, it was almost like they called out to you beconing you to come closer. she is trouble he throught as he shook his head attempting to clear his mind. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a hypo and redosed his inhibitor. “Need to stay focused I think” he said giving her a look that suggested he thought she was being naughty.

She gave him a curious look, but when he used the hypo, she understood. “Sorry,” she rasped. It hurt to talk now, but she could form words easier.

he placed a small miror from his bag near the bottomof her throat on top of her collarbone so he could keep watch on her eyes. “Here we go he said starting the next third treatment”. This was going to be a longer today the surgery would last about two hours, about thirty minutes in he stopped and looked at her directly. “How are you holding up, need some water?” he asked?

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

It was rough. She would rather be asleep. Oh there was no pain now, but she could feel pressure and movement as he worked. She nodded, “please.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“me too little bird, ” he said as moved to get her a fresh glass of water, he eyed the flask but thought about it only a moment. He needed to be focused and that was not going to help. He handed her the glass and then drank is own as well.

Once she had finished he smiled and went back to work it went on like this for another hour and a half, pausing for drinks but in the end they were able to complete the work. “Rest now” he said “I’ll wake you in a couple hours to get some more food in you” he noted and then he sat down, set the bed alarm and leaned back closing his eyes for a moment.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash was exhausted. Truly and utterly wiped out. Her medical treatments had never lasted this long in one go. Other than simply being worn out and sore, nothing horrible seemed to be happening. Or maybe the pull to darkness was not a good thing? Whatever reserves she had gained were gone now. She didn’t even roll over to get comfortable before her eyes glued themselves shut. She slept heavily lost to utter unconscious blissfulness until Eli woke her.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Vash woke to the smell of some sort of meetpaste pie, despites its simple look it smelled decent. There was so mort of protien shake sitting there as well as water. Eli was busy looking through some computer data around deltan’s and orions but there was nothing he could find on hybrids. “And how did the little dream dancer sleep?” he asked over his shoulder. From what he could tell the surgery had taken a lot out of here. He took a nip of his flask.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

She woke slowly. She felt weak and small. A feeling she wasn’t used to, nor did she like. She pushed herself up to sit, carefully, and reached for the water. She drank it all. Her throat hurt more today with the inhibitor lowered, but it wasn’t unbearable, and it was easier to swallow. “You use the most unusual names.” Her voice was quiet and a bit rough, but there was also something ethereal about it. She grinned hugely at getting a whole sentence out.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli’s cheeks turned three shades or red as he had not realized he had beend addressing her, like he used to address his sister. He was not sure he wanted to share that part with her, but he could not really explain it. His back was turned so she could not see his face but could hear the embaressment in his voice. “its,” he said with a pause. “Somehting my people do” he said trying to avoid the topic. “Found your voice I hear” it was scary how alluring it was even without the enhancements, it’s like she trained it to do that he thought.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

She smiled and nodded happily. It made her look like the teenager she was. “I don’t mind,” she said about the names. “My father calls me his delicate flower. Something to be kept in a hot house and looked at when one is bored and cared for by others.” She coughed after that and reached for the water she had finished. She took the shake instead and drank some.

Eli couldn’t miss the slightly bitter tone in her voice as she spoke of her father.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli did not want to insult her father or her, but it just came out of him as truth often did. “If I had a daughter she would get tired of me, I would be hugging and going on adventures with her” he trailed off sadness griping him again as he realized that was never going to happen. Losing another family terified him. So there was little chance of him having a family of his own again.

” Made you Pirates Pie hope you like it” he noted

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

She placed the shake back on the table and picked up the pie and set it in her lap. “Orion families aren’t like that, and I don’t know about Deltan ones.” What he said didn’t offend her. It made her a little wishful, but that was foolishness.

She took a bite, and studied the flavors on her tongue. “It is different. Is this something you like? I am supposed to cook here… well I think here.” She coughed again, and picked up the drink. Not so much talking yet.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

The talking was likely uncomfortable at this point but it needed to happen the more she used her voice the faster it would heal. The last treatement tomorrow should allow them to take out the bridge. “Hm its decent ship swill,” he noted “But i’m guessing that you have much better cooking if we can get you the right ingredients”. He looked at her for a moment longer. “So tell me what’s this arrangement you go going on with the super twins?” he asked woundering what they had been doing the past day and a half.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

She carefully finished her bite. So the twins were here. She was disappointed Noril, at least, hadn’t come to check on her. So much for taking care of crew… well she probably took that to mean more than it did.

“My father gifted me to them for an exceptional favor they did him. It is the typical arrangement. I belong to them until I have enough money to buy my release. I will perform whatever duties they wish. They have assigned me to cook.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli had suspected there was some sort of arrangement going on but she was a child. His face grew red but this time not out of embaresment. No this was somethings else and “Darkness” did not do it justice, she could see that he was ready to kill. Eli he imediatly started running through escape scenarios, none of them would work, the brain buster twins were likely allready sensing his rage. If they did some how get away, then they would have the syndicate to deal with and her father, a dept was a dept. He would not be able to kill them before the nutralized his mind. He pulled up his ledger, he had no idea how big it was, but he was for the lack of a better word very comfortable. He spent most of his time, drinking and thinking which was a lot but not enough to put a dent in the money he made doing the work he did. Only seconds had gone by. “What do you mean, duties?”

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash sensed the rage and the focused methodical pulse underneath. “They were mad too. So strange.” She mused before taking another drink. She shrugged at his question. “You know, they give orders and I obey. I am trained in business, fighting, negotiations, piloting. I am a fully trained courtesean. I was top of my school,” she said with pride. “But my mixed heritage means no one will make my father an offer for me.” She lifted a dainty shoulder. “I cook, sing, dance, fight, provide acupressure, I play several instruments.” She paused again rubbing her throat gently.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli calmed a little, she was obviously brainwashed, but she seemed so proud of being trained to be someone elses toy. His mind settled some as well. “You sound like you like being a slave? ” he questioned. He had hated it, someone always controling everything you did, your thoughts were dangerious because of people like the twins. It was hell for him and his sister.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash snorted and rolled her eyes. “No. But my father is rich and at times will indulge me. I took what training I could. I will buy my freedom eventually, and I will have the skills to keep myself feed and safe.” She shrugged. “Perhaps they are not the skills I would prefer, but they are useful. It is the Orion way. And no one is offering to take me away. This is better than being taken and beaten by a man who only wants my father’s empire.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli resigned to what she said, it made sense even if he did not like it. All the while wondering what her actuall freedom would cost. Could he even buy her freedom or was that something she had to do on her own. “How much does it cost to set you free” he asked plainly, Eli was not one for word games. He had assets worth a lot of money, his good friend and fixer took care of hiding it in plain site. It was not something he talked about, flashing it around as not wise.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic