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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 21:01:19 GMT 1
A young wookiee comes down one of the many corridors on the larges vessel, his hazel eyes is blurry with tears and he whimpers low.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 21:09:49 GMT 1
As Jibev walks down the corridor, Ladda just happens to be not far away, and cannot help hearing the wookiee's low whimper. She walks around a corner towards the sound, and sees Jibev. "My dear friend, Jibev, what are you doing, walking around out here crying for?" She walks over to him, a soft, sad smile on her face.
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 21:13:41 GMT 1
Jibev looks at Ladda, and a tear roll out of his and wips his nose in the back of his hand. ["A'lyra.... was kidnapped"] he growls low.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 21:22:39 GMT 1
Ladda gently reaches out, padding the wookiee's furred arm. "There there... Here, dry your eyes," she gives him a handkerchief from her pocket. "It's about poor A'lyra, right...?" She doesn't understand a word he says, but she has heard about the abducted youngling.
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 21:26:51 GMT 1
Jibev nods, he blows his nose and reaches down and pulls a translator out of his pocket. ["Yeah"] "yes" the droids say with a stiff upperlip manner, jibev sighs as the droids id not as loose in the terms as he is.
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Post by Leyla Mir on Jul 22, 2009 21:29:48 GMT 1
Leyla comes walking down the corridor, turns her head towards the pair, in the middle of the hallway. She nears them, and looks from one to the other.
"Jibev, what's wrong?"
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 21:34:04 GMT 1
Ladda gives the translator a short look, before ignoring it completely, and turning her attention back to Jibev. "Dear boy..." She keeps padding his arm gently. His shoulder is too far up for her heigh. "Come, you can't just run around out here alone like this..." He suddenly hears an unfamiliar voice, and looks up, finding a woman standing near. "Hello there. Can I help you with something?" Her voice is polite, but with a undeniable sharp tone. The last thing Jibev needs right now, is a crowd to stare at him.
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 21:41:46 GMT 1
Jibev quickly dries his eyes and steps behind Ladda. [" No-Nothing master Mir, I'm fine"] he chirps.
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Post by Leyla Mir on Jul 22, 2009 21:48:33 GMT 1
Leyla looks curious at the twi'lek and smiles firendly at her.
"Just passing down the hallway. But ..." she turns a worried look at Jibev. "I can see that there must be something wrong, Jibev."
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 21:58:50 GMT 1
"Obviously, Master Jedi. But do not worry, I assure you, he is in good hands. He just needs someone to talk to. I'll handle it." Still the polite, smile, that almost says 'have a nice day, bye!'.
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 22:03:46 GMT 1
The young cowards behind the twe'lek. ["I'm fi-fine I'm okay"] The wookiee growls, without the droid translates.
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Post by Leyla Mir on Jul 22, 2009 22:08:28 GMT 1
Leyla looks at Laa'da with a questioning look, wondering who she is. But she can ask that question another day.
She looks worried at Jibev, but nodds. "You are in good hands, Jibev. But, if you want to talk, you can also come to me."
She nodds in both their directions, smiling friendly at both of them and then walking away, down the hall, in the opposite direction of that she came from.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 22:20:05 GMT 1
Ladda smiles at the Jedi Master, perhaps slightly triumphant. She may be a little too used to things going her way. "Good bye, Master Jedi," Then she turns back to Jibev, her smile all gentle again. "Come on, dear boy, we'll find you a chair and a cup of warm tea,"
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 22:26:18 GMT 1
Jibev frowns but nods slightly. ["okay"] he growls in agreement, he dries his nose with the back of his hand again.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 22:33:41 GMT 1
Ladda doesn't know what he says, but he nods and does not seem to try and do something to stop her, so she leads him down the corridors, still padding his arm.
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 22:43:06 GMT 1
The wookiee, slowly begins to cry again, but he really ties not to. ["thanks"] he mumble growls.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 22:50:33 GMT 1
Ladda opens the door, when they reaches the little office next to the infirmary. She leads him to the short sofa next to the door, as the chairs in the room are a bit small for him. "There, sit down... Yes, I know you are worried, I know..."
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 22:52:51 GMT 1
Jibev sits, with is knee almost up to his brest. Jibev turns on the droid again. ["I-I miss her"] "I mis her" the droid translates stiffly.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 23:04:40 GMT 1
"Of course you do, dear... Of course..." Ladda politely ignores the translator's lack of sensitivity. She turns to the coffee machine in the corner, and a moment later hands Jibev a cup of instant tea. "It is only natural that you feel like that. I am sure, she misses you too. Don't you think?"
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 23:07:53 GMT 1
["I hope"] He looks up at Laddaa and takes the tea. ["She - I. It's my fault ma'am"] "he says he hopes she misses him, which is rather rude, and he says it's his fault"
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 23:14:11 GMT 1
Had the droide been a person of flesh and blood, Ladda might have told it off for such a behaviour. But she looks at Jibev in stead, sitting down on a chair in front of him. ""Your fault? How is it your fault, Jibev?
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 23:17:09 GMT 1
[" I was with her when she got grabbed"] He hides his head in his paws and whines. "that's grammatically incorrect, young sir, you mean when they took her" Jibev growls angrily, and then cries even more.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Jul 22, 2009 23:28:59 GMT 1
Ladda sends the droide a quick glare. "Would you like to translate properly, thank you?" She reaces out, placing a thin hand on one of Jibev's furred paws. "Shhh, there now..."
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Post by Jibev on Jul 22, 2009 23:30:53 GMT 1
"..." the droid seems rather offended but translates. "I was there when she got grabbed" Jibev sobs into his tea and tries to drink a bit.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Aug 4, 2009 20:09:55 GMT 1
"What happened there, Jibev?" Ladda returns to not noticing the droid.
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Post by Jibev on Aug 4, 2009 20:16:14 GMT 1
["They shot at us, stun, but they didn't hit me and I've gotten scared and ran, I though she was with me"] the droid is silent for a moment. "..." "They shot stun at us, but missed me, so I ran and I though she was with me"
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Aug 4, 2009 20:27:16 GMT 1
"You were unarmed children, and they shot at you. You did right to run, dear." She keeps padding his great paw gently.
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Post by Jibev on Aug 4, 2009 20:31:36 GMT 1
Jibev sniffles into his tea before he takes a sip. [" I should have stayed"] he whimpers. "He thinks he should have stayed, I really don't know what difference it would have done.." [" I should have fought them!"] he howls. "He thinks he should have fought them" the droid says.
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Post by Laddaa'Nann on Aug 4, 2009 20:36:04 GMT 1
"Dear boy, you could have gotten yourself killed that way. And how do you think A'lyra would feel then?"
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Post by Jibev on Aug 4, 2009 20:40:28 GMT 1
["... sad"] he bleats. "She would be sad"
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