Chapter 11: Swift Recovery
Note: Forgot to mention the model of the ship, it is a Amphibious Interstellar Assault Transport/ Infantry, which is a mandalorian ship.
Sorry for waiting longer than a week. Cheers for your Patience though. :)
Also: Ive got an idea for an Assasin's Creed Crossover story with the Prequels, so if you want to see that, I have the first chapter ready to upload. (Main character is Ahsoka, as usual) Just say something in the review section if you want to see it. :)
Apologies if this chapter is a bit more boring than usual, plus ive got many different fics in the works, but I may just publish them all as one full complete story instead of having to regularly update it.
With the ship's keys in hand, Ahsoka had left the hangar bay with her new vessel, placing the two stolen lightsabers in a bedside cabinet of one of the quarters, which she had claimed as her own, before entering the cockpit and taking off.
Her ship could carry cargo, speeders, practically anything, it was equipped with laser turrets and missile launchers and had an autopilot function, which she currently used.
It also had a small cargo hold and 4 side rooms, 3 used for sleeping quarters, 1 had a bunk and 2 had single beds, with the spare room used as a prison cell. Each quarter had a 'fresher fitted.
Scavenging the ship, there was no food on board, so she needed to resupply for the journey home.
She kept her helmet off for most of the journey, leaving it on the bed in her quarters. She had no other clothes, so she would have to keep her armour on for the time being, until she bought some clothes at the supermarket.
Not too long after, she landed in the civilian parking of the supermarket, intent on buying a bit of food rations, medicine, clothes (including a new cloak) and her wonderful coping mechanism, alcohol.
With the ship stocked up, she reentered the cockpit, lifting off the ground and flying in the civilian lane that led towards hospital the dutchess and Kenobi were being held at.
She had spent 8 standard hours on board her new ship, whilst he was rushed to hospital, and put into their care.
Over the course of a few hours, her energy had drained significantly, due to her recent sleepless nights and overload of adrenaline, so she had taken a few hours for a well needed rest.
When she landed in the visitor hangar at the hospital, she realised she had a decent amount of time to spare, after the doctor's report on Kenobi's rate of healing.
Returning to her new ship, she waited patiently until the doctor said he was deemed fit enough to transfer both him and the dutchess to Coruscant.
Kicking off her armour, she took a shower and had carefully wrapped a few bandages around her leg before taking a painkiller. Upon assessing the damage, she was glad to notice that some of the wounds from her first bounty capture was healing somewhat nicely, as scabs had formed over the damaged orange flesh.
When she was satisfied with her recovery methods from her encounter with Maul, she began to clean the armour with a damp cloth. Visciously rubbing off the dirt that had collected itself.
She put her legs up on her bed, resting her lekku against the firm pillow. The bed was far from comfortable, basically resembling a metal frame with a hard matress and thin blanket slapped on top of it.
Walking over to the cabinet, she opened the top drawer to look back at Savage's saberstaff, she observed the hilt, imagining what tweaks she could make to it, maybe even having it split into two seperate sabers.
Slowly opening the saber with the force, it revealed one single blood red crystal, before resting in her palm.
Carefully prying the kyber from its cage, she rotates and examines the crystal in her small orange palm. Running her fingers along the jagged edge, the crystal glowing with a fierce aura.
The hospital room was quiet, aside from the faint beeping of a heart moniter, hooked up to the patient.
Satine was sat in a chair beside the bed, her eyes gazing at the anesthetized jedi.
A large purple bruise had formed on his shoulder, alongside a burn mark around his wrist. He looks so calm, how does he do that in his state? Satine thought to herself, before realising it was probably due to the many painkillers that had been pumped into his body.
She continued to watch him, before she noticed Kenobi twitch his left fingers, one at a time, the jedi was waking up from his unconscious state, as his head lulled around from left to right, taking in his surroundings.
"A...ma ded?" He slurred, the painkillers having taken a full toll on his body.
"OBI WAN!" Satine cried in joy, getting up from the visitor chair and rushing straight to the patient's bed.
He tried to sit upright, but found his whole body numb, aside from his right arm. He attempted to support himself using his functional arm, so he could survey the room, turning to face satine, he was a bit high on drugs, he asked "Yu look lik. an angel.. ar yu ded to...?" 'Definately thinks he's dreaming', she whispered, chuckling at the thought.
Satine, who was already supporting his back to keep him from collapsing, lowered him back onto the patient's bed "Rest, my dear obi wan, I will answer you questions later you need to heal."
Obi wan could feel sleep take him again, and not having any other alternative, he closed his eyes.
Ahsoka deposited the hilt and crystal back into the drawer, closing it shut.
3 hours later...
She slides into her now clean armour, before wrapping a gray cloak around herself, and putting her helmet on.
Her comlink beeped, alerting her that the jedi was in a stable state.
Lifting the hood up, she descends the ramp, the cold air whipping her clothing. Locking the ship with the keys, she wanders into the hospital waiting room.
In Mandalore, it wasn't unusual to see some people walk around with helmets on, this is because of their warrior past, with some people still refusing to become pasifists like the majority of the civilian population, so no one questioned the bounty hunter.
The painkillers were wearing off, and Obi-Wan could now sit up, his injuries were a lot better, although the slash across his chest would leave a scar. The medical trance he had been put into prior the hospital had sped up his body's rate of healing greatly.
He had stopped bleeding, and now the doctor had removed all his pacta patches, and given him instructions to change his own bandages. Giving him a roll of the material for him to use.
He was scratching his head, periodically rubbing his beard in contemplation, trying to recall how he had survived an encounter that should have killed him. Looking up at Satine, he asked "Who put me in a medical trance?".
Satine smiled back at the man, "The bounty hunter, Perdita Pax I believe is her name... Speaking of her, she is our escort back to Coruscant."
He traced his finger along his jawline,How could this bounty hunter know so much about the force? he silently questioned. Satine noticed this, understanding the gesture as his renowned thinking posture, "What is it?" she enquired, wanting to know what was on his mind.
"If I could know more about this 'Perdita Pax', because I have never even heard of her before..." was his reply.
Satine rested cupped a hand over his beard, lightly stroking it. "Try not to work yourself up about it, you have had a stressful day so far... There is no doubt you will get the opportunity to question her on the way to Corsucant."
Normally, as a jedi, Obi-Wan would have flinched away from someone else's affectionate gesture, in fear of breaking the attachments rule, but he had admitted that as much as he would deny his feelings towards her, he would only fool himself. However, he could not allow him to act upon his feelings, or it would be the end of his career as a jedi.
He found himself leaning into her hand, his face heating up from the warmth of her palm, a blush was forming beneath his detached appearance, and he could feel it beginning to slowly surface.
Interrupting the pair's interaction, the doctor walked back into the room, holding a clipboard, with paperwork and a pen in his hand. The jedi and dutchess put some distance between themselves, trying to act professional towards the doctor. Twirling the pen around his fingers, he sat down onto a free chair, maintaining eye contact with his patient. "How are you feeling?... That was one nasty wound you had there, nearly had me worried it was infected...
Truthfully, Kenobi reassured "It's all fine... really.. I've got a bit of an ache here and there, the odd sharp pain, but nothing that won't heal..."
For a few minutes, all that could be heard in the room was the scribbling of pen on paper, as the doctor filed in a report for his recovery, before making the room acknowledge he was done with a rather loud click of his pen.
The doctor got up, carefully unhooking any remaining medical 'machines' from his body, plastering over the bleeding holes. "You are now discharged from this facility, take as much rest as possible;, there is someone waiting outside for you. Make sure to spend at least a month for full recovery, but you are to be transferred for both the security of both yourself and the Dutchess." Edging his way towards the door; the doctor opened the door holding it wide to allow the two to pass though, before adding "Have a nice day."
Counting the tiles seemed a slow pasttime for Ahsoka as she waited patiently for the pair to be discharged from the hospital. Silence filled the air of the ward waiting room, with the occasional impatient tapping of her boots against the stone floor. At one point, she was convinced she was going to pass away from boredom.
The door to her left creaked open, with Kenobi wrapped in a cream coloured cloak provided by the hospital, hiding parts of the armour he wore prior to his injuries, at his own request to keep it, followed by Satine, who was looking as overlydressed as ever.
Rising from her seat, she escorted the two to her new ship, showing them to their temporary rooms for the journey, before leaving them to their own devices.
Sitting in the pilot seat, she pulled the ship into the air, sending it out of the Mandalorian atmosphere, and into space. Punching in the co-ordinates for hyperspace, she left the ship on autopilot, whilst she started her 'happy hour'.