Seeing him ready the knife, it was apparent that they had no more patience for her being a prospective slave, which wouldn’t be a bad thing, but currently meant they had no use for her or reason not to just stab her already. Releasing her grip on the weapon, she gradually raised her hands in the air, but still willing to try one last thing to stall. Looking over the body of the gran clutching his eye and making the kind of scream that almost made her feel pity for it, she exchange a gaze with the other one who wasn’t sure if he should just kill her or not. “Your friend’s vision can still be saved...but, only if I’m allowed to act now. The percentage for him retaining, permanent retinal damage increases by the minute.”
The thug shouts at her in his language, but waves his knife in the wounded gran's direction, giving her permission.
The voice booms out. "Very well. Welcome to the Secret Order of the Emperor. You shall have ample opportunity to prove yourself. For now, go back to your duties. Over time, you will be contacted, given tasks to complete beyond the abilities of your comrades. You are free to enlist others to aid you in these tasks, but the true nature of our Order is never to be discussed. Normally we leave our symbol on a candidates arm, but as yours may be replaced..." When DT does, a bolt of lighting erupts from the figure's hands, pouring into DT, burning him and giving him the worst pain he's ever experienced. When the lighting finally, mercifully stops, a small, glowing mark has been burned into his chest. It isn't a symbol quite yet, just a burning line of purple light.
While she doubted any of the words he threw in her direction were nice or praising her for having been the cause in the first place, she got her tools out to work, eyes glancing at the knife, making her a little anxious. This was a lot more complex than any standard procedure she would do, unlike stab wounds or laser blasts. With her basic tools, unlikely in her league to even do. But it didn’t entirely matter. It was just stall tactics. Yet, she really would try to see what she could do for him. Medicine was a tool. It’s on nobody's side. The first thing she had to do was inject him with some of the painkillers that she restocked on, which felt like a waste given all the trouble, but did it anyway, putting him unconscious. It all started simply by using a damp cloth at the area of the burns, but the more complicated part came next, where she’d have to take her surgical tools to his wounded eye which wasn’t the kind of sight anyone wanted to look at as she focused her concentration in try to keep the optic nerve from being completely ruined, making one of the rare instances, where she was pretty sure her skills wouldn’t cut it.
He thinks for a moment. "Ever hear of Jabba the Hutt? Jabba plans to steal a shipment of blasters from the Imperials, and sell them off. I want you to kill his men, steal the blasters yourself, and bring them to the resistance on Ryloth."
"I would be a Bad Bounty Hunter if I wouldn't know who Jabba the Hutt is. Where does the exchange take Place?"
The gran is still spasming, making it hard for Danann to operate effectively. The thug grunts at her, evidently telling her to hurry up.
He nods, about to take his leave when suddenly. "Argh!" He groaned in pain as lightling hit his chest. Nothing like his vision which empowered him, all this lightning did was cause an immense amount of pain. But DT-L30 had already experience worse, especially when his original limbs were damaged beyond repair. "Rrrhh!" He growled through the pain, proving his endurance higher than a normal human's. Then looking at his chest, to see it burned with a purple light. "Haa... haaa." He breathed heavily aftet the ordeal was over. He then takes his leave. Putting on his clothes, before looking for the exit.
"I suppose that you would. Jabba is slime, he collaborated with the Imps to put me in prison. He's as bad as they are. The job he's planning will take place on Balmorra. He'll be using a big crew, and trying to make it look like they're from the Black Sun so he doesn't get the heat."
Standing, Xarrina comes down and exits with him. At the door she throws off her robe and puts her clothes back on. "I'll take you back to the barracks now, death trooper, unless you have something to do."
Getting him to stay calm wasn't something that could be done easily, and she was forced to look at the gran who clearly wanted her dead. And it was painful to acknowledge, that with things as they were, there wasn’t a realistic chance of success. However, he also did seem to care what happened to his partner. “Hold him still. He’s going into nervous shock!” It was doubtful the gran actually understood anything medical related and as long as she yelled it loud enough, he would listen, and when he does, she would he forced to stab him in the eye too, and use that chance to get his weapon to kill both of them.
"Urg..." He groaned, before realizing Xarrina followed him. "Yeah, the barracks is fine." He replied, still in pain from the lightning strike to his chest.
Zann nods. "Cyrus vouched for her. That's good enough for me. If you think she'll be useful, take her. There will be a guy at your ship, who'll help too. You'll still be heavily outnumbered, though."
The gran does as she asks, his concern for his friend outweighing his suspicion. He kneels down and puts a hand on his friend's chest, holding him down.
