Aftermath of Major Malevolent
Bright white fills his vision as Koliya Karrosi opens his bright golden eyes and lets out a low groan, his body feels as though its gone ten rounds with an angry Wookie. His mind is fuzzy, unable to remember how he got here, but he recognises the annoying brightness from the ceiling of The Home's infirmary and raises a black furred paw to cover his eyes.
From beside him there's a husky, dry chuckle, "well looks like the furball's up."
Koliya turns his head to see white on white as vision burred, reforming into a pale familiar figure. A headache emerged as a flash of memory it him.
"You furball," a pale and deceptively strong hand shoots out to grab the collar of his shirt and starts dragging the larger Agent along the corridor with surprisingly swiftness, the voice is searingly hot with anger, "I need a sparring partner."
Asajj Ventress is lying on the bed next to him, pale grey contrasting with a jet black and roughed up sparring attire. A large number of cuts and large bruises dot her visible skin and Koliya is sure that under his fur is a similar situation. He reaches out in the Force, to try and understand what she feels, but stops as he feels nothing, but a cold hollow void. Koliya is good at hiding his emotions, but Ventress can probably see the confused panic in his eyes because she turns her head and glares with all her worth at the offending figure.
Koliya follows her gaze to the opposite side of the room and comes to rest on the legendary image of Thrawn, sitting calmly in one of the uncomfortable waiting chairs, a Force-to-honest paperback in his hands calming reading away at some historic text. A large brown lizard drapes itself across the military genius's neck like a scarf, blissfully unaware of the annoyance it is receiving from two sets of eyes. Koliya notes the lizard isn't clinging to the shirt, but something underneath it... a portable version of those branches. Huh, no wonder Thrawn looked calm.
"So it would seem," Thrawn looks up from his book, a free hand idly stroking the chin of the lizard, "Agent Karrosi, I presume you are well enough for a conversation."
Koliya licks his lips and from his mouth comes a voice comes something unexpected, calm, sophisticated and smooth, "as long as I don't have to stand up."
Thrawn masks his looks well, but the slight movement of his head gives away a sense of curiosity. Ventress is not nearly as subtle, her gaze scrutinising, "mind tell why a Cathar has a Core accent?"
Koliya gives a small smile, a pure mixture of nervousness and attempted charm, showing hard scrubbed and sharp teeth, "vocal implant," he replies, rubbing at his throat, "it helped during my time as a Watcher," the smile continues to placate the Sith Exile's curiosity... it doesn't work, "and I didn't like my own voice. It was embarrassing."
Ventress gives one of her looks (trademark smirk #4), but is interrupted before for the teasing can continue.
"Before you two divulge into the antics of a class of younglings," Thrawn cut in, "I do believe we need to focus on what happened."
...agents dashing out of the sparring arena filled his and those foolish idiots who tried pulling out holo-recorders were dragged out by Blackguard observers, obviously more experienced with similar situations...
"So I got angry," Asajj huffed, "I had every right to be."
"True," Thrawn accepted, "Ciaran could have worded it better. Though that doesn't excuse taking out your frustrations on the first Agent you saw and the sparring arena."
... the ignition of lightsabers, not the training kind. Blood red light illuminates a terrifying face...
"He's fine."
... dodge, duck, parry, keep moving. Distract her with blaster shots, got in for the strike, wear her down, keep aware of your surroundings...
"From the cameras you two didn't destroy," Thrawn drawled, "you tried to kill him in your anger."
... a Force Push slammed him into the wall. There is a reminder of a similar situation when she first arrived...
Ventress' face dropped and she runs a hand through messy white hair, "I wasn't thinking clearly."
"Obviously," Thrawn drawled, "had it been anymore serious Agent Karrosi would have maimed or worse killed."
... leans back, a red blade nipping at the fur on neck...
"Fortunately when the first punch was thrown, you both decided to degrade from a near-lethal spar to a savage brawl,-"
... she is stronger and faster, but he has the size and the will from being afraid and the experience of fighting in brutal semi-legal ring matches. The world becomes fist and elbow, feet and knees, fang and claw as the two roll across the floor...
"-it made it easier for HK to," Thrawn mulled over the words, "calm the situation."
... barely sees a glint of brownish-orange metal before a wave of stun bolts slams into them both, knocking them unconscious.
The two of them sit in silence. Thrawn stares at them both before sighing, "however considering the circumstances, punishing you would not solve anything. You made a error in your judgement, but I believe you will not let it become a mistake. Darth Vectivus has suggested that living in the middle of a Dark Side Nexus might not be entirely healthy for your current mental and emotional state. So, by order of Lady Ciaran, you're being assigned paid vacation for three week."
Ventress seems ready to protest before Thrawn raises a hand, "but I know you Asajj," Koliya blinks at the use of Ventress' first name, "you aren't one to sit around, that's why Agent Karrosi will be accompanying you on a mission to Coruscant. The protest movement against the Jedi Temple is concerning to many people. Thus we need a fresh pair of eyes on the situation."
"You do realise," Ventress replies coldly, "that I'm supposed to be dead."
"Well," Koliya strokes his chin as eyes turns to him, he pauses before continuing, "beyond your Force Cloak that would make you appear normal to the Jedi, you... well I doubt anyone would recognise you. I mean you're no longer Major Malevolent."
Ventress glared, "Major Malevolent," she repeated slowly.
Koliya squirmed in his seat, "err... your nickname when you first arrived... and Force Pushed Jenkins into a wall hard enough to leave an imprint of his face."
Ventress let out a hiss, "yeah I was not a good person."
"Well you've changed and not just the hair," Koliya replied, "a little training and the right clothes I doubt even Kenobi would recognise you."
A whimsical look crossed the Sith-Exile's face, turning to look at Thrawn, "we won't be going near the Jedi Temple?"
Thrawn nodded, "can't afford for you to be revealed... well not yet."
Ventress smiled, a cold, dark smile, "yes, remember if Ciaran succeeds, I want to be able to surprise the old man."
"Acceptable," Thrawn's voice is clipped, "and Agent Karrosi," ears swivel, "when you're feeling better, report to Lady Ciaran," the smallest of upturns of the corners of his mouth, "I wish I could say more, but... I'm really not a liberty to say."
With that he departed the room, leaving the two of them to feel the Force return. Koliya mulling over the words as his mind pieced things together. For all the secrecy, people talked and he listened and it wasn't hard to figure it out. Neither it seemed was Ventress finding any difficulty.
"So congratulations is an order," the words are dry as they both stare at each other in a awkward silence, "you said something about the right clothes."
Koliya gave a charming smile, his training allowing him to mask the daunting process of personally helping Ventress with a important mission, "I used to be a Watcher. We had to take on a lot of roles," his eyes look up and down Ventress, gauging her size and the way she walks, "what's your opinion on Bounty Hunters?"
OCC: my submission for new Abysswalker, Koliya Karrosi, the Cathar ex-Watcher.
