Ventress slowly turned around from staring at the door that barely saved their lives, thinking of all the times she has cheated death. For some reason, this time felt a little too close for comfort.
"They will be after us both now," Obi-Wan said to Ventress without looking at her, while activating the hyperdrive.
"I know," Ventress replied as she took the seat next to Obi-Wan.
Ventress looked over at the navigation computer to see where their destination was, but the screen was still flashing.
"It seems, my dear Kenobi, you finally have me at your mercy." Ventress mused, "Well, at least until we land. Would you care to enlighten me on where you plan on landing this poor excuse for a ship?"
Obi-Wan smiled and looked over at Ventress, "Oh my sweet, if only. I think I programmed the navicomputer to take us to the outer rim, to a black market space station, however, with the ship being damaged, I am not sure where we will end up."
"You're not going to try to bring me in? You're smarter than I thought." Ventress teased.
"That, my dear, would be impossible given my current condition. Would next week work?" Kenobi asked.
"I am afraid that I have a prior engagement," Ventress replied.
"That's unfortunate," said Obi-Wan.
She watched as Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Parts of his face were starting to turn an ugly shade of purple, and the parts of his body that she could see through his tattered blood-stained robes were starting to bruise as well. She knew he wasn't in the best of shape when she found him passed out on the floor, but didn't realize how much of a beating he took. A lesser man would have passed out from pain by now, as he had to have several broken bones, if not internal injuries.
Ventress sighed and got up to look for a medpack, it would do her no good if she had a dead Jedi on her hands no matter where they landed.
"I am afraid, my dear, if you're looking for an escape pod this vessel has none," Obi-Wan replied, not bothering to look up.
Ventress rolled her eyes, "I am looking for a first aid kit, your blood is making a mess on the floor."
Obi-Wan didn't reply, so she continued her search for the first aid kit, and after a few moments, found one under the com panel. Ventress walked back over to her seat to open it up, it didn't have a lot in it, but she found some necessary supplies to ensure Kenobi's continued existence. Ventress took out the bandages and the bacta spray and started to work on the worst of the bleeding, which was from a large gash on the side of his abdomen. Obi-Wan stayed still for the most part, only flinching a few times. Satisfied that she closed his abdomen. She started to remove the inner layers of his tunic when his hand quickly reached up to her and grabbed it.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me, darling?" Obi-Wan smirked.
"Don't flatter yourself Kenobi. I'm checking to see if you have any more open wounds, there is wet blood on your robes, and I don't know where it's coming from. So if you want to bleed to death..." Ventress snapped.
Obi-Wan let go of her hand, so she continued to take off his tunic to see where the blood was coming from. There was a gash on his left shoulder and another across his chest, although they only looked superficial, she bandaged them. Ventress then took out the pain medication and loaded it into the injector. Despite Obi Wan's protests, she injected it into him, as he really was in no condition to fight her off. If she wanted to kill him, now would be a perfect time; he was unarmed, defenseless, almost pathetic. However, there was nothing respectful about killing an unarmed man and it wasn't the death that Kenobi deserved. She watched as the painkillers started to work instantly, his body seemed to relax in the chair.
"Why did you inject me? I was channeling the force to alleviate my pain." Obi-Wan replied sleepily.
"Apparently not well enough," Ventress replied.
Ventress then got out the medical scanner and started to scan his body, hoping that there was no damage to his internal organs. He had 5 broken ribs, 3 on the left, 2 on the right, a fracture in his right foot, a dislocated shoulder, and a concussion. However, his internal organs looked okay. She put up the scanner, and sat back down in her chair; it would take them about a day to reach the space station. She decided that she would at least take him to the medbay before stealing a ship and fleeing the planet.
She really didn't know why she decided to take him to the medbay. Here was a man that every cell in her body detested, yet she felt responsible for his well-being at the moment. Ventress decided it was because she liked the game they played; a bit of flirting, a bit of trying to kill each other. Ventress leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. The battle had taken its toll on her body as well. She only had a few bruises where her body hit the floor, but she was exhausted from the effort. With her life not in any immediate danger with Kenobi drugged and half asleep, she decided to sleep as well, clutching her lightsabers just in case Kenobi decided to kill her in her sleep.
"Thank you," Obi-Wan whispered, half asleep.
Ventress nodded her head slightly and gave a half smile, but didn't open her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Ventress woke several hours later, famished. She looked over at Obi-Wan, who was still sleeping and made sure he was still breathing. Satisfied, she put her lightsabers back on her belt and went to the cabinet where the first aid kit was to see if there were any emergency rations. After searching for a few moments, she found one ration bar. Ventress ripped the bar in half and started to eat and walked back towards Kenobi.
"Kenobi!"
Obi-Wan shifted in his sleep but didn't wake up.
Ventress bent down to his ear, and said, "Kenobi!". Obi-Wan grunted but slept on.
Ventress, getting annoyed that she saved half the ration bar for him, bent down and picked up his lightsaber off the ground. She might as well have a little fun.
"KENOBI!" Ventress yelled, turning on his lightsaber next to his face. Kenobi woke with a start, jumping up to his feet while trying to grab at his lightsaber. Ventress saw the confusion in his sleepy and slightly drugged eyes.
"Looking for something?" Ventress purred and swung his lightsaber down.
Obi-Wan, clearly annoyed with the situation held out his hand for his lightsaber. Ventress smirked, pushed him back in the chair, climbed on top of him, and brought the lightsaber up to his throat. Obi-Wan didn't flinch, but she noticed that his eyes were excited, just like when they dueled. Obi-Wan looked down at her waist and force grabbed one of her lightsabers, pushing the hilt against her stomach.
"My dear, we seem to be at an impasse," Obi-Wan chuckled.
"In your dreams, Kenobi. If I wanted you dead, you would be. However, there is no sport in killing you now with you being so pathetic, so I have decided to let you live." Ventress said, turning off the Obi-Wan's lightsaber and handing it back to him. She felt the pressure lift from where he was poking her with her lightsaber as she stood.
"Ah," Obi-Wan sighed, and handed Ventress back her lightsaber "You may never get another opportunity to catch me at a disadvantage. I feel it evens us out a bit, it may give you a fighting chance for once."
Ventress rolled her eyes, "I just want to get off this ship, your ego has made it crowded in here." Ventress handed Obi-Wan the other half of the ration bar, "Here, eat this."
"What happened to the other half?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Your ego ate it," Ventress said. "How are you feeling?"
"Amused," Obi-Wan said while taking a bite out of the ration bar.
Ventress rolled her eyes again, "I was referring to this." Ventress then pushed on Obi Wan's broken ribs. She got some satisfaction from the grimace that came across his features.
"Oh, wonderful, couldn't be better, I think I am ready to take on a whole battalion" Obi-Wan lied.
Ventress once more got out the med scanner and started to scan Obi-Wan. She wanted to make sure that there was still no internal bleeding. Satisfied that Obi-Wan's condition was stable, she offered a hand to Obi-Wan.
"Here, let me sit there. You are in no condition to pilot a ship, especially if we end up in a battleground," Ventress commanded.
"I am perfectly fine to pilot a ship, my dear, you worry too much," Obi-Wan replied.
"Shall I push on your ribs again?" Ventress asked as she moved her hand very close to his broken ribs.
Obi-Wan sighed and started to push himself off the chair, but the pain from his dislocated shoulder made him fall back down. Ventress grabbed Obi Wan's hand and helped pull him up. When Obi-Wan stood up, he put his hand on Ventress's shoulder, turned to face her and made eye contact. A moment of silence passed between them, Ventress noticed his eyes were excited again. Ventress subconsciously took her other hand and brushed a stray lock of hair out of Obi Wan's face.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Ventress blinked and looked at Obi-Wan, who had just placed his other hand on her waist. She looked down at his hand on her shoulder, he seemed to be looking at his hand on her waist. Their eyes met again, and both her and Obi-Wan jumped back instantly. Ventress sat down in the pilot's chair to see what was wrong.
"It seems that the ship's hyperdrive is overheating. Scan for nearby planets, I am going to take the ship out of lightspeed." Ventress commanded.
"It appears that we are coming out by a system name Callos." Obi-Wan said.
"Is it Republic or Separatist?" Ventress asked, wanting to know what type of fight she would be in for.