#solamederis

Dan didn’t like going to school much anymore, but it wasn’t all bad. It was something to focus on, for one, and then it was a place where he could interact with living people who weren’t his mom. Seeing Mr. Waran-the-social-worker wasn’t so bad, either, at least not all the time.

Even if Dan didn’t have many friends--it was hard to let people in, to be honest, with all he’d been through. With all he knew. With all he saw and heard. It didn’t help that he could hear the other children thinking

(what a creep, little danny is)

about him like that. How was Dan supposed to interact with normal people, anyway? Sometimes it was even hard to know who the normal people were, and he had to feel it out. But this girl (Chyla) he knew was one. He knew it like he knew other things.

Incorrect Star Wars quotes, featuring Chyla Richi and Ferus Olin

“You should have led with that, Ferus!”

Early in Darra’s recovery, just after she’d started regaining consciousness more often, it had been a real comfort to find Ferus so often at her bedside. But the other side effect was that the first time he wasn’t there, she felt a little lost. She blinked slowly at the chair he usually occupied as though her intense focus alone would bring him back to it.

It didn’t, of course. She tried to turn, to take her eyes off the chair, but that pulled uncomfortably at her still-recovering wounds, and she gasped. Still, what little she’d been able to turn had been enough... the chair was still visible in her peripheral vision, but now there was someone else she could focus on. One of the Healers, she thought.

Trever had run through his options in his head despite the fact that it was swimming and it hurt and he could barely see.

Ferus and Roan would shit a brick if he came home like this. Which would normally mean Siri. But for once, he wasn’t sure that Siri would be able to help, which means she would probably just tell Ferus and Roan and they would be back to square one. Trever couldn’t afford square one.

But Chyla, Chyla could actually help with her nursing know-how. And yeah, he did figure that she’d freak out too, but since she could do something, maybe she wouldn’t tell his dads.

Besides, he didn’t see a lot of other options because the throbbing in his temple was getting way too bad to think it through better.

He stared for a moment at Chyla’s front door. He knew she sometimes hid a key for him, but he’d never once used it, so picking the lock was probably easier. But his head felt fuzzy so hopefully no one came along if it took him longer than usual to pick the lock.

Fortunately it was late enough that there wasn’t anyone around as he fought with the lock to the front door. But that also meant it was dark in Chyla’s place.

Not that he could see anything through the blood-matted hair hanging in his eyes anyway.

star wars + chess pieces

Tarion had only recently gotten out of the ER--and frankly he’d pretty much fled the place as soon as he could reasonably do so--for a broken nose. Someone had punched him in the face after a deal gone wrong and fortunately he’d gotten out of there with only the nose broken.

At least it wasn’t quite suspicious enough for the hospital staff to call the police. Tarion had told them it had been a bar fight, and they’d left it alone after that.

But now he was out and hungry and stressed and not wanting to go home. There were probably a million messages from his mother on his voicemail and she may well have shown up at the apartment--she had the spare key, after all--ready to ask questions.

Tarion felt immensely guilty for wanting to avoid her for a little longer, but she wouldn’t begrudge him getting a meal first. Would she?

His head was ringing a little still, but he ignored it.

When he got to the diner (one of the few open at that hour), it was mostly empty. The few staff members working, and one or two customers.

Tarion sat down at the counter first, but when tired staff didn’t want to handle him, probably thinking him suspicious and not worth the trouble, he glanced over his shoulder at the young woman sitting alone in a booth. Maybe...

He pretended to recognize her, and hopped off the stool, and walked over to her.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said to her, nearly wincing at the combination of broken-nose-nasal-y and the (almost) deaf accent in his voice.

For having only known one (ex-)Jedi prior to the end of the war, Wil found he was meeting a lot of them now. Not all of them would be who he might call a friend, though he certainly trusted those that Ferus vouched for--but this one was an old friend of Ferus’s, and so Wil welcomed her to a different degree.

Besides, she was working closely with Amie, and Amie was vouching for her too.

But now, with Amie captured and Roan dead...

And it was hard to keep track of Ferus these days.

Wil’s head was pounding, a persistent migraine. He recognized it well enough, it wasn’t anything serious. But between that and his leg injury, he needed to see a doctor. And Amie was still missing.

So: Chyla it was.