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Offline Ishtar Freyja

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« on: 12/08/12 21:27:11 »
A large fist flew downward upon the bridge of a blonde woman’s nose. What sounded like a crack of bone came from the impact of the knuckles; however on the woman was really broken. She had to make it appear they were handling a human. Another round of fist meeting nose came while the man who was punching kept questioning her about the source of her information and who sent her.

A pause in the action came when one of the men that held her arm started to point out there was no blood on his boss’s fist but glowing blue goo. Everyone looked at her and grew puzzled at the sight. The woman remained still as they looked at her beaten face. Her eyes remained gazing out the window unto the city that glowed like her blood. Across face razors dug, the boss was curious and freaking out as a little more glowing goo coated his razors.

It was time. As the razors went back across her nose, a bright light was shined into the room. Then it turned away and the vehicle that hosted it flew off. A planned the woman placed if this very situation came to be. When the men looked back at the woman, her pail face started to darken. The blonde hair turned to black like the night sky with no stars or moons. Her wounds closed up with a silvery tint before blending to the same skin tone she was baring.

Pulling away from those that held her, she made the man that was beating her feel what a metal fist could do. With a cubed solid mercury block hitting the side of his head, he went down to kiss the floor. A few shakes of her block and her human’ish fingers reappeared to make a grab at another man. Gut checking him, she grabbed his duster and pulled it over his head (seen in hockey games). She went to tumble over his back but a loud noise filled the room.  Immediately she spun and went out the window she was staring out of earlier. Hand on the edge and the other still clinging to the coat. One of them walked over to the window as he proclaimed he had this kill in the bag. Taking the duster off of the other, he threw it out of the window. He laughed and made remarks about the shame of her dying since they could all a little time with a woman while withdrawing his vibrosword.

  Metal of the blade hitting the build after passing through the woman’s arm sent her falling below. Crashing hard through market hut, she laid there motionless while her hand finally came following. Hitting her on the chest made her sit up with a gasp; poor thing looked around to get her bearings. While she was looking around, her hand that was cut from her turned into a silvery pool of mercury and slowly vanished into her. Slowly she rose to her feet while her missing hand formed again, the coat was picked up and she swung it around her to cover the blaster shot while it repaired to its normal appearance slowly.

Not sure where she was going, she needed to disappear and she quickly moved into club as her hair returned to blonde and complexion lightened while hugging the dark duster around her body.
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« Reply #1 on: 12/09/12 02:32:27 »
Jarr had finally, finally gotten a week to party.  His survey on Ord Trasi had gone extremely well.  All that he needed to know he had found out, and in reward, Jarr had given himself a week off.  'Benefits of being one of your own bosses!' the clone thought to himself, laughing and downing his beaker of... whatever alcoholic beverage the being behind the bar had given him.  Whatever it was happened to be strong, and Jarr smiled.  "Good stuff!" he called out to the being, smiling.  A few more of those and the clone would be completely out of it.  Exactly what he wanted.  "Set me up with another, buddy." Jarr smiled as the bartender laughed and went to set up his drink.  It was at that moment that the clone turned around, and he cocked his head in interest at what he saw.  The woman who had just walked in did not look like the usual party-at-a-club type.  Instead, she looked kind of meek, hugging a duster around herself and hunching her shoulders a bit.  It was surprising that the clone had seen her at all, given the number or weirder people around the club.  Jarr started to turn back to his drink, but his conscience stopped him.  "Dammit, I'm always prying, ain't I?" he asked himself, standing and walking towards the woman.  He intercepted her a few seconds later, having pushed through the throng of dancers in the middle of the club.

"'ello, ma'am." he said stepping in front of her and smiling.  "You doin okay?  No problems?" It was Jarr's specialty to fix problems, and hell, he could help one person during his vacation time, right?  It was no problem.

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« Reply #2 on: 12/09/12 14:25:25 »
’ello, ma’am… you doin’ okay? No problems? was what the woman heard as her eyes darted around. She did not know was she was going to do. The questioning man could be with the ones that captured her or even killed her partner.  Squeezing the coat and her arms around her more, she looked back at the door way to double check on familiar faces that she just fled from.

Finally Ishtar’s gaze went to the clone soldier. Not sure who this was or how to handle it; she gave a weak smile and added a nod. Softly adding, “Things are fine and within the scope I can handle.” She did not want to bring in another to handle her situation. The memory of being forced to watch her partner be dismember over and over until he had not more electroglobins to sustain him.

Then in the corner of her eye, there they were at the entrance of the club. Three of the men she remembered seeing as they watch her be questioned and beaten. Meekly she shuffled her feet and slowly moved inward of the club, away from the clone and her pursuers.

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« Reply #3 on: 12/09/12 14:47:10 »
Jarr heard the weariness in her voice, and he saw it as she moved.  The woman obviously was not in the best of conditions.  She spoke, however, telling the clone that she had everything under control.

Jarr didn't believe her for a second.

Despite this, he replied to her in the manner that he supposed she wanted to be replied to.  "Okay.  I'll be around, if you need help." he sympathetically spoke.  At that moment, the woman's eye caught on something.  Jarr looked to the door just in time to see a group of three men enter the bar.  Jarr swiveled his head back to the woman, but already she was shuffling away from what Jarr supposed was a threat to her.  The clone thought about stopping them, but if the men were not a threat, then attacking them could have serious implications.  After pondering for a moment, Jarr made a decision.  He, too, moved away from his original spot, but he kept a close eye on the blonde woman he had spoken to.  He also watched the three men as they looked around the bar, checking everything out.  Blaster at the ready, Jarr was prepared for whatever was to happen.

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« Reply #4 on: 12/09/12 15:30:26 »
Change had to happen quickly or else they would see her. The duster had to come off but her wound was still healing and her glowing blue blood would give her a way. Moving through the people, she got herself a black scarf to put over her shoulder. Each step she took from there was one of focus; she was changing her appearance under the duster. It changed from the rugs of boots, pants and a shirt to a black dress and heels. Even her hair changed to dark brunette from the blonde, she did that more quickly so no one would noticed.

The duster was taken off and left it where she was in the moment. Ishtar positioned the scarf to cover her wounded shoulder. Deeper into the crowd and closer to the bar she moved. Only when she got to the bar, she looked back to see if they saw her yet. Then shifted over to the man that had questioned her when she arrived, she groaned and put her head down on the bar. That is what she needed a possible witness to her change.

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« Reply #5 on: 12/09/12 15:52:12 »
As Jarr watched both the woman and the group of men, he saw something weird.  The woman he had spoken to was changing.  Her hair quickly became a dark black, and, underneath her duster, movement was seen.  Jarr's head cocked to one side quizzically, and he scratched his chin.  The clone thought.  First of all, she was hiding from someone, at least he knew that now.  The woman would not have bothered to change her appearance if she was not trying to escape someone.  Second of all, he would have to keep a closer eye on her.  Jarr would have to have a quick eye to spot her changes.  Suddenly, however, the woman looks back straight into Jarr's eyes.  Her annoyance was apparent as she hit her head on the bar, and Jarr rubbed the back of his head at a loss for what to do.  Finally, checking once before making his move, Jarr walked to the woman and sat beside her.

"Nice night." he said, looking at a datapad he had pulled from his pocket.  Jarr pushed on the pad for a moment before sliding it over to the woman inconspicuously.  The pad read, 'You've gotta get out of here.  They're close.' Jarr gestured to the bartender and attained a drink as he waited for the woman to read and process his message.  Most likely, Jarr would distract the men while the woman escaped.  It was the smartest choice; however, the clone wanted to know what the men wanted the girl for so badly, and if she merely escaped, he wouldn't be able to figure it out.  Jarr sipped his drink thoughtfully, glancing around the room every once in a while to make sure the men were not getting too close.

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« Reply #6 on: 12/12/12 17:49:54 »
Her arm slid across the man’s back. It was her just acting close like Ishtar was there longer than she was. Reading the pad that was pushed over, she looked back slowly to see where her chasers were. She snapped back around and she panicked a little. Something had to done to end the situation. A kissed was placed on the man’s cheek and added, “Thanks, dear…” Then she pulled away from him to get out through a back door.

The dancing crowd was the path she chose to blend in and disappeared with in people. However, the moving people were difficult to move around and dodge them. Arm came out of nowhere and connected with Ishtar’s face. Going down for a moment but it was enough to get pushed around and bumped about. Finally getting a hold of her position in the group, a glace back was given to make sure the men were not behind her.

There was an issue; the scarf that covered her wound that was still healing was knocked off her shoulder. The glowing blood of hers was enough to mark her. Ishtar heard screams around her before feeling burning sensation from her back. The screams covered her own cries of pain while heading down to the floor.

Time began to move slowly for her. Ishtar just remained still with blinding pain of the burning sensation from the blaster shots. The energy of the shots negatively charges her electroglobins which was poisoning herself. These were ones that made her healing extremely painful and slow. She closed her eyes and thought of her partner that was killed by another group. Since the belief of her going there was coming to the surface while the crowd fled and the men walked over to her.

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« Reply #7 on: 12/12/12 18:29:00 »
Jarr was a bit confused at how the woman moved her arm around him, but he supposed it was part of her act to keep pursuers off her back.  Jarr once more sipped his drink, and then felt a small kiss bestowed upon his cheek, followed by, "Thanks dear." the woman then slipped into the crowd, and Jarr looked up to see where the men were.  Silently he cursed under his breath; the clone had lost them.  He continued to search the room, until he heard blasterfire erupt in the room.  Talk about mass panic; civilians ran everywhere to get away from the three shooters converging on the woman lying on the ground covered in glowing liquid.  Jarr reacted quickly, pulling out the blaster pistol he always carried, along with a vibroblade out of his boot.  He then started to push a path through the crowd, and they too parted at the sight of the muscular blaster-wielding man.  Eventually Jarr got a clear path to the men, and he raised his blaster pistol, aiming it at the first thug's head.  Jarr's blaster bolt sizzled through the air, and hit the man in the side of his head.  Death was instant.  He then turned to the next two men, breaking into a full sprint.  Jarr's next two blaster bolts hit the second thug in his right arm and his abdomen, and he fell in pain.  The last man had just gotten his blaster trained on Jarr when the clone barreled into him.  The two scuffle for a moment before the clone was able to thrust his blade into the man's stomach.  The thug screeched, releasing his hold and grasping at the injured area with both of his hands.  He looked up to find the blade once more coming down, this time into his neck.  The thug gurgled and died.  Finally, Jarr spun around quickly.  It was not quickly enough, however, for the last thug had retrieved his blaster pistol.  Luckily for Jarr, however, the man's dominant hand had already been put out of commission, and instead of hitting the clone in his head, the bolt the man fired hit Jarr in his left him.  Jarr roared, almost primally, and raised his blaster pistol.  He pumped the trigger five times, and each was put in between the man's eyes.  Jarr waited for a few seconds before standing in the now vacated bar.  He tried putting some weight on his left side, found he was able to, and walked over to the woman on the ground.  He kneeled next to her and spoke:

"Are you okay?" he asked, then added, "If you can move, I need you to.  I don't know what you are, but you seem to have powers.  Maybe you can take more bolts than most, but when security and armored soldiers storm this place, even I won't be able to hold them off.  So, can you walk?  We need to leave.  I'll carry you if I need to." Jarr waited next to her as the woman seemed to determine her strength, and Jarr wondered exactly what in the galaxy she was.

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« Reply #8 on: 12/12/12 20:05:38 »
"Are you okay? If you can move, I need you to. I don't know what you are, but you seem to have powers. Maybe you can take more bolts than most, but when security and armored soldiers storm this place, even I won't be able to hold them off. So, can you walk? We need to leave. I'll carry you if I need to." More questions? Could a person just die since all they had was gone? Ishtar slowly slid her hands under her. Then pushed with her strength upwards to get on all fours so she could get to her feet; however, that was plan and her body had another one in mind.

“Help…” weak voice came out, “me…” Then the woman crashed to the ground with her arms giving up. Really her body went into panic and shock with the damage that showed off her silvery form with the blue glowing electroglobin. Unlike a limp or part of her body removed and it just being absorbed into her again, this was missing material that the blasters removed for good and left creators where they impacted.

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« Reply #9 on: 12/12/12 20:21:26 »
Her weariness was shown again even as the woman tried to lift herself up onto her feet.  Then, she asked for help.  Jarr reached out, but before he could catch her, the woman fell back to the ground.  She then became silver and started to glow.  Jarr ignored this, however, only recognizing that it meant she was hurting.  The clone picked up the woman's form from the ground, painfully standing.  "I can't believe I got hurt fighting against three thugs.  That's just wrong." he muttered to himself before exiting the bar by way of the back door.  Jarr took back routes and alleyways all the way to his ship, a YT-2400 named the "Norum'ad".  Jarr opened the back ramp and strode up it, then closed it behind him.  Jarr then walked up to the cockpit of the ship, and strapped the woman into the copilot's seat of the YT.  After firing up the engines, Jarr ran a preflight check on the ship.  He then proceeded to take off and flew into atmosphere.  Jarr moved his ship out into space, but still in sight of the planet.  After he had finished, he left the ship in the capable hands of the computer and went to retrieve a medical kit.  Jarr did not know how the woman would react to conventional treatment, however, so instead he waited nervously for her to wake up and tell him what she needed.  In addition he might be able to glean some information from her, and figure out where she wanted to go.

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« Reply #10 on: 12/13/12 18:13:22 »
Ishtar being saved was one thing she never would have expected from a stranger. Yet with all she gone through in three days, being surprised was becoming a normal thing. As her body was shifting the mercury materials of her body to heal, her “mind” began replaying moments which was causing her to squirm and jerk. The memories were as real to her in the state she was in and even her skin, hair, outfits changed when the memory rose up.

Three Days Before:
“Come on Ish, we can stop here and try something new before heading home.” Large silvery man said as he took form of a human. Short black hair was done in a Mohawk while his chocolate tone skin got cover in a semi button up cream color dress shirt and black pin-stripe slacks with shiny black leather shoes at the end of the pants. All of it was made from his true body. He, like Ishtar, was a Polydroxol, a liquid mercury species that transforms their appearances to blind in and remain unknown to all others.

Ishtar rose from a puddle with the puddle itself shrinking the move she took on a basic human form. In a silvery form, she replied back, “No Ro… we can’t go off from what the Council of the Way has told us to do.”

“We are ahead of schedule and not expecting us in a couple of days, Ish.” Ro’bisu came back with for what Ishtar had told him.

  “Let’s go home now, please Ro…” She said sweetly as she moved towards him. Taking on a more human appearance now, brown long hair fell down over her shoulders while her skin changed from silvery mercury to a nicely tan flesh. Ishtar pressed her bare body against him as she looked up to him. With a seductive tone added, “If we go home now, I’ll make sure you’re reward for a good job, dear.”

  The man’s hand went up to her head and he lightly ran it down with a big smile, “Sounds right up my alley, love but we know we still have a few months before the bonding.”

  Eyes rolled, groan was made and the brown hair quickly changed to blonde. Even Ishtar’s skin lightened up to a more milky white tone. Then her bare form took on clothes. Black long sleeve with a v-cut pink trim appeared and a long black skirt to match came along with black heels. Walking to the back of their ship, she was heard groaning out, “Whatever, Mister Ro’bisu Freyja… but remember, we partner almost a year ago and now you put your interests before us. It is going to bite you in the ass one day.”

“Whatever to you too, Missis Ishtar’Bisu Freyja… You’ll forget this when we start having fun.” Ro sharply replied. He went to cockpit and changed the course to where he desired to go. Silence was all there was for the two as they remained pissed en route to the planet Ro wanted to have fun on.


The bleeding has stopped for the woman but she needed more than what humans had for medical care. It was mainly because they remain hidden from all species with their shape shifting they can do. Even speak in languages they know as the species they become.

  One day ago:
Door crashed open and armed scummy men rushed in to Ro and Ish’s hotel room. Ro did not wait for anything. He launched into them with his arms forming spikes. Stabbing two while taking shots from the four other men, Ishtar on the other hand was frozen in the moment as she had no clue what it was about or why Ro fought back so quickly. However, she did finally snap out of it when a shot hit her in the gut. Being attack just let her react on instinct, a spike hand from her plunged into a man’s neck while Ro began to punch after taking another round of shots.

They thought everything was going their way until the boss of the men they fighting came in with a couple more armed men. Ro and Ish were finally subdued. To only find themselves tied up hour after being in their room. The boss questioned Ro over and over as Ish realized that her partner took on the man’s appearance the pass two days to have his fun. One massive no-no to do for their race and their council made sure all knew before traveling to other worlds. Yet it was small infraction compare to how the boss viewed having another impersonate him and fuck up everything he was doing.

So when they began to torture Ro and he cried out to Ish, she only looked away. She could not bear the sight of him like was at that moment. They were surprised at what they saw with the bleeding of blue electroglobins and not human blood. The quick healing of their cuts made them angrier. It was then; they cut Ro into pieces and place the limbs into containers. They all watched Ro bleed to death while Ishtar cried and begged for it to stop so Ro did not end up died.

Once Ro did show the last signs of life by crying out his love to Ishtar, the chains that held him did not anymore when his body just fell to the ground as a puddle of mercury. Ishtar broke down even more than she was when she saw and hear the puddle hit the ground. The boss wanted a break before questioning her about what the hell they were. The men left a weeping woman alone. She used the alone time to escape, breaking down into a puddle of mercury then taking shape again. Ish stood on Ro’s remains and absorbed the mercury there to heal herself lighting fast. Finally healed, she fled to the streets for freedom.


Present:
It was her escape that a revival criminal group saw and went after her for details of the base she left. That was how she got shot up and rescued by a clone man from a time that was so long ago. In the ship, strapped into a chair, she still was jerking and groaning in pain. That ended with her coming out it and screaming “RO!!!!!” Then she burst into tears as her head hung low.

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« Reply #11 on: 12/13/12 18:41:16 »
The woman jerked in the co-pilot's seat, but even as Jarr was about to restrain her, the wounds on her body started to heal.  The blood that had been on her face soon disappeared.  Admittedly, the way she kept changing appearance and clothing was a bit awkward, especially when she went naked, but Jarr compensated by looking away and tending to his blaster wound.  It was nothing severe, and soon it had been fixed up.  Jarr's kept turning concerned looks towards the woman due to her groaning, but eventually he stopped, knowing that logically he could do nothing to help her.  A bag of nerf jerky later, and the woman woke with a scream.  "RO!!!" Jarr quickly stood up from the pilot's seat, moving to the other chair's side.  He put a hand on the woman's shoulder to show her she was back in real time, and she started crying.  Jarr merely sat, patted her shoulder, and acted... well, he acted generally useless.  Jarr was a soldier, not a psychiatrist.  Even so, he tried his best to help the woman feel like she was not alone.  Jarr spoke.

"It's okay.  It's okay." a brief silence, then the clone spoke again.  "You're aboard my ship.  Do you need anything?" his words were subdued and quiet, and if needed then they could be ignored.  If the woman needed more time, she would have it.  Jarr could wait.

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« Reply #12 on: 12/13/12 19:37:46 »
Several moments were needed to bounce back from the emotional punch she took. Finally looked at the man that helped her and in a nut shell saved her ass from a fate she was not ready to have happen. A smile was added before weakly answering, “Mercury… that’s what I need.” Then she looked around at her surroundings. It was a little odd to be in another ship, she never seen inside other crafts.

“Thank you so helping me” Was added once she looked at man again, she was content for the moment to leave it as that until she was better.

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« Reply #13 on: 12/13/12 19:58:14 »
Mercury... mercury..." Jarr muttered, taking his hand off of the woman's shoulder.  "I'll see if I can find something in the cargo bay." he said.  There was a bunch of random stuff back there, and it was possible that there was some mercury.  Jarr stood, and the woman spoke again.  

"Thank you for helping me." she said, and Jarr gave a tight lipped smile and a nod in response.  He then exited the room in order to search the cargo bay.  A few minutes later and he was back, a bottle of liquid in his hand.  "I don't know if this will hold you off," he said, "but it's what I have." he handed the bottle to the woman, then pointed to himself.  "I'm Jarr, by the way." the clone did not wish to reveal his military background to the woman yet; there was no sense in scaring her further.  For now, he was just the good citizen, nothing more.

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« Reply #14 on: 12/15/12 22:17:26 »
Smiling as the bottle was offered to her, sweet silvery liquid was hers now and it would help her stop being in pain. Ishtar was happy while taking the bottle. Quickly opening the bottle, she poured it in to her other hand and it was quickly absorbed in her hand. Like magic, the mercury was instantly going where it was needed in her body. While that was being handled, she nodded to him when he gave her his name. Happily replying, “I’m known as Ishtar, and thank you again.”

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« Reply #15 on: 12/16/12 15:17:09 »
"Nice to meet you, Ishtar." Jarr smiled and inclined his head in acknowledgment of her thanks, then walked to the pilot's seat.  He sat down in it and checked the console before him.  After he had finished, he spun the seat around and looked at Ishtar.

"There's one more thing." he said, leaning back in the seat.  "Where do you want me to drop you off?  Anywhere you need to, I'll go." Jarr spun the seat slightly from side to side and templed his fingers, intently watching Ishtar and waiting for her answer.

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« Reply #16 on: 12/17/12 18:03:31 »
A place for her to go to, well there was one but with her partner destroyed. She could not really return without being punished. Safety was more important compare to being blamed for Ro’s death. Ishtar smiled weakly, “I can’t be taken back home or the planet we were on.” There was a pause, and the weak smile went to a frown, “I have no place and I need more mercury to replace…” Again, a pause, she had to figure out how to word it for a human to understand. “To replace my blood and missing pieces of me from the blasts I took. So if there is a safe place that would be nice for more medical attention.”

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« Reply #17 on: 12/17/12 19:31:41 »
Jarr gave a confused look at her not wanting to go back home, but he accepted her decision with a nod.  He then gave another nod of his head as she explained her situation.  Jar had figured out by now that mercury made up her body, and that somehow she could absorb it and replenish herself.  Beyond that, the scarred clone was in the dark.  Jarr muttered to himself as he turned back to the console in front of him.  "Chandrila is closer to us, and I know we'll be safe there, but the Jedi might be able to help heal her better." Jarr punched a few commands into his computer after he had decided where to go.  He then craned his head to look back at Ishtar.  "I'm taking you to my place.  There are people there who should be able to help you, and if they can't then I can take you somewhere else." Jarr turned his head back to the console and verified that his coordinates for a jump were correct, then took the ship into hyperspace.

One day later
Chandrila
0922 hours

"You are clear to come in for a landing." came the voice of the air traffic man, and Jarr brought his ship around the warship guarding Chandrila and into a descent towards the planet.  "Good to have you back." the man said, then terminated the connection to Jarr's ship.  After a few minutes, the "Norum'ad" had landed in a bay that was primarily used for the military.  Granted, it might scare Ishtar more, but here was where the good doctors were, and Jarr wasn't going to give second hand treatment for the woman he had saved.  Jarr unstrapped himself and walked to the back of the ship, opening the ramp and descending once more onto solid ground.  As soon as he stepped off the ship a salute was snapped off to him.  The navy still hadn't figured out that he was just like one of them.  Still, it didn't matter.  Jarr waved them to return to whatever they had been doing and waited for Ishtar to appear from out of his ship.

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« Reply #18 on: 12/17/12 20:28:03 »
Remaining silent probably was not what her hero was expecting, but that was how she was. Reflecting over Ro’s death was all she could do. The witnessing of how they did it was so dramatizing for her. A state of shock was where she was left. Ishtar never knew that could happen. No one ever talked about such events happening or said a word about being able to die. Lots of questions and fears rose up. Ish needed answers but from where was the issue.
When the ship landed she got out of her seat. Like set in autopilot, she simply walked behind Jarr. The saluting was missed and a barely a glace around the place was given as she waited next to Jarr.

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« Reply #19 on: 12/17/12 20:50:06 »
So much death had happened in Jarr's life, it was hard to see that others were still affected so tragically by it.  Where Jarr had gone through pain, his friends had died, his life was stolen, others had not.  Perhaps this was Ishtar's first real time at an experience of someone she knew dying.  Jarr, being military, didn't know many people who hadn't had someone die.  And especially on Chandrila, where fighting and dying were a part of life, normal people did not have as much sadness over death.  But Ishtar's pain was a sharp reminder of the rest of the galaxy's... innocence.  An innocence Jarr had lost far earlier in his life.  Jarr said only one phrase.  "Come on." before he walked to the outside of the hangar.  The clone pulled out his comlink and radioed for a person to get mercury and doctors, then walked towards his room in one of the Chandrilan military buildings.  Men and women trained in fields around the walkway; and Jarr thought of how some of them would die during the upcoming battles.  A sigh escaped the clone's lips.  Finally the two reached their destination, and then Jarr's rooms.  The clone unlatched the door and walked in, Ishtar following him.  Jarr closed the door again and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.  "Make yourself at home." he said.  "Someone will be getting the necessary things to help you."