This is set in the aftermath of Jibril and Travok’s trip to Coruscant, which was around the time of the Battle of Endor. Events culminating in Jibril unsuccessfully attempting to assassinate Travok, since then they’ve returned to an Alliance medical facility where Jibril is undergoing treatment…
Travok’s hover chair took him into the medical facility where Jibril was being treated, it had been a week on since the visit to the world of jungle duristeel and crushed dreams, his legs still a week too young to properly bare his weight despite the bacta treatment. Jibril had been unconscious the entire time; both her compromised immune system and the injuries that were inflicted – he had inflicted had put her on the threshold.
“I did what I had to do.”
The Trandosian pushed down the predatory impulse as he eyed the container curiously; he understood little about medical personal but understood that treating the wounds and carrying out the DNA repair would have likely occurred all within this tank. Travok didn’t entirely understand his feelings over it all, part grateful, part apprehensive, part of him further hungered for the woman, a contradiction that he didn’t entirely understand. Travok knew that the lesser species would never understand precisely what it meant to feel strong conflicting emotion that drove most of his own species to a self satisfactory lifestyle; he just understood his role in this play was coming to a close.
It was his moment of weakness that caused her infection; thus it only seemed operate that he would be there in the end; only this time the strength of their positions had reversed.
“Docktor, what iss the prognosis?”
He mused softly, gently running a claw along the hilt of the cane; but a soveniger of more familiar times.
Tapping a screen next to the containment screen that held Jibril, the Doctor took a moment before replying to the Trandosian, looking at the cane wielding creature. The room was a plain white room but in the darkness it was bathed a in dull blue light from the screens with ghostly shadows thrown from all of the occupants in the room.
“Well… the we’ve managed to synthesise a drug from her DNA and the data you had on the infection that keep it at bay. Nothing we can do to remove it though completely though. To be frank, she is lucky to be alive at all.”
The Doctor then moved to leave the room in a hurry, he did not wish to be anywhere near the danger.
“I see.” The trandosians voice was but a rumble as he nodded. “You can leave us now.”
The doctor seemed more then too willing to oblige. The reptile leaned back into his chair as he turned his eye slits toward the figure that floated in the bacta tank, he picked up the comm device and took a few moments to compose the lines in his throat, his lines as soft as the rumble of the machine.
“That wasn’t the first time you had tried to kill someone; was it? It was good; I didn’t sense your intent until the last moment.”
Travok paused for dramatic silence
“Just this is but the third time I had sensed sudden murderious intent; and unlike the prior two times I could catch your blade. Now, it is my turn to ask three questions, and unlike Ghost I will be careful not to waste but one.”
The trandosian gave a chuckle as he remembered that; even within the tank his memories of the squad remained fresh as the air’s on Kashyyyk.
“Who are you really, Jibril the concrete dweller?”
At the Trandosian asking the question, the Human’s eyes wearily opened, obviously tired from the all of the adventure she had taken with Travok. After a moment to gather her thought as to where she was, she lazily looked over at the cane wielding fiend, she slurred a reply over the speaker built into the unit, “I… wish I knew”
“MMMaaayybbee I am still the concrete dweller you knew all along….”
As she spoke, Jibril became more awake and alert to the fact of the bacta tank and the many IV lines in her. For the moment, she wondered if she looked like one of those hideous science experiments she had read of before. That, more than the infection itself, struck fear into her.
“I see, though given ”/characters/dei-the-great" class=“wiki-content-link”>Dei recommended you to us I can’t help but to be sceptical. I think I have a good idea of who you are. A hunter out of necessarily; a lone wolf if you were, a creature of immense social activity, so proud of your identity yet you never felt you had a pack of your own."
The reptile nodded as he drew a coin from his claw to lightly toss and fumble. He took that moment to recall as he spun poetry of his own family.
“I can sympethise with that, strangely. Regardless, question number two.”
“What inspired you to become a doctor then? I am genuinely quite curious at this as I reasoned it wasn’t your first career choice; you were clearly a good jungle hunter, that jewel that you used for a bribe was a mighty fine catch, finely concealed for a rainy day policy just like today.”
Closing her eyes just for a moment, Jibril took that question to think. With a sharper resolve that she could muster in her incapacitated state, she opened her eyes back at Travok and replied quietly,
“Perhaps it is just a cover…. or perhaps it was a genuine move on my part. Think about it deary, you said it yourself that I am a good hunter and I suppose that is the case. However my Trandosian fiend, I did genuinely have a desire to learn about medicine many lifetimes ago. An irony, given the predicament I am in now.”
She reached out to point at Travok as best she could in the cramped tube, “And besides my dear, I can’t just be the aloof character I am in the group, one has to find a use somewhere, even if it means knowing precisely where the vital organs are in you so the next time we meet, if indeed we do, I’ll know exactly where to strike.”
Retracting her finger, Jibril smiled a little and finished, “Your last question darling…. don’t waste it.”
“Duly noted. I’ll make room for your next attempt within my schedule”
The Trandosian gave a slow nod as he flicked open the data pad and pressed a few keys. It was difficult to tell whether the trandosian was being sarcastic.
The third question dispelled any doubts over his tone.
“And when you next try and kill me, what do you prefer, red or white wine? Or are you a rosie person? Since technically what you did would merely be classed as courtship within trandosian culture, so I will at least make you feel accommodated on our next date, I’ll even wear my best suit. Dress to undress, as they say on corellia!”
The trandosian gave a heartly chuckle as he brought his hoverchair up to the class where she remained, yet as he rested his palm against the class his persona turned to a growl.
“Make no mistakes Jibril, I understand your heart. After all, it was my weakness that infected you, made you weak, all because of one moment of weakness on my part. I know how badly you want to crave my heart out and make me watch you eat it or made me fall to my death one thousand times; given how much I hate flying the terror that would fill my heart would erase my quiver a hundredfold over. "
“Yet for some reason I chose not to tell alliance security about whom you received those wounds from; far as they are aware you had been merely injured by gangers looking for a vuneriable pick like you and I. Do you ever wonder why I would have even bothered bringing you back here, knowing this?”
The trandosian sighed, before he punched the glass and screamed
“It’s because you never deserved this fate, after all it should have been I who was infected, killed that day! Don’t you THINK IT BOTHERS ME IT TURNED OUT THIS WAY?!”
With that the last of his tension eased from his shoulders and he sighed. His greatest weight eased from his chest.
“I’m sorry Jibril, for what little it is worth. A proud wolf like you deserved much better then this fate, that is why I brought you back here and paid off those smugglers to sell that story. So that you could try and enact your vengeance again, if that’s what it takes to give you strength to live; I am more then happy to be that price.”
The shock of Travok punching the glass made Jibril flinch for a moment. As the glass didn’t break, she witnessed the Trandosian pour out whatever emotional baggage he had on his shoulders. As Travok finished, a pall came over the moment.
Only for a moment.
“Hahaaa….” Jibril quietly laughed breathlessly, “…aahahaha! I’ll take a rose wine the next time we meet. That is one of the reasons I sought your group out. It is all well and good dwelling on Coruscant but every girl needs to explore their horizons from time to time. I try and kill a Human, they freak out. I attempt a well deserved assassination on a Trandosian and suddenly I am being courted! That is pure hilarity if ever I heard it!”
She calmed for a moment.
“Perhaps the weakness wasn’t on your part, it was on mine for wanting to save a life just for once. I lied to the people on Ogolth Tiir that help was coming after we left and now they are likely dead. Perhaps I didn’t want those children on the ship to suffer the fate I have bestowed upon me now, or worse. Or maybe, just maybe, I acted deliberately to make you owe me.”
Settling back, Jibril returned with a meek smile, “My life is forever changed because of you and the squadron – I won’t ever be able to forget this. You are, quite literally Travok, written into me.”
Taking another moment, she then asked deliberately, “So… what will you do now?”
The trandosian nodded as he took in the response, released of his burden he seemed more at ease, at least with part of himself.
“I see. I appeariate that for what it is worth.” “The orphans on that dying world will have to learn quickly but they already have the heart’s of adults. They just need someone to show them the way of success in this galaxy. I plan on dedicating my years toward giving their minds tooth and claw in which to cut into this galaxy and carve their own business empire out in this merciless space.”
The trandosian paused for thought before he continued.
“To do this I’ll have to leave the front line, predator squad was entertaining company but it’s plain to see that I don’t belong here. I am already in the midist of my third decade and my regeneration will faulter in the fourth. I will just go back to what I do best; buying products for low, selling for high, and from there I see where I will go within the alliance. In any case, I will let you rest now.”
He began to hover out, but arruptly paused at the door.
“Sometimes I do wonder that when I ask one question; do your multiple answers cover them all? Or are some of those answers misdirection? But then, I used my third question to court you so that mystery will remain as such, just remember.”
He turned in the hover chair to calmly regard her with his eyes and a toothy grin
“I’ll take you on anytime.”
With that he departed to let her rest; though it was somewhat of a mystery how a threat could also sound so flirtatious.
As Jibril watched Travok hover out of the door, she said nothing and closed her eyes to rest, making a note of the fourth decade he mentioned and to keep an eye out for him. One day, she will finish what she started but for now, returning the squadron seemed to make the most sense.