Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

Comments

'im his possibly' why do i phonetag.

[t65]

[Luke is just pleased to see her sitting still.] All the better reason not to overexert yourself. Here. [He hands her a thin cloth lightly covered with disinfectant paste.] Apply pressure and I'll wrap. [Someone's clearly been around the wounded before. He's holding bandage and gauze at the ready.]

Do you want to tell me how this happened?

i didn't even notice. i'm fluent in typo.

[pyroelectric]

[Azula does as instructed. She's not foolish enough to argue at this point. Even if she is going to pout the whole time.]

It was a simple philosophical disagreement. It's none of your concern.

[t65]

[Luke, a champion pouter, appreciates her dedication to the art form.]

A philosophical disagreement ended in a stabbing? [He doesn't know whether he should laugh. Probably shouldn't. He feels like Azula would misinterpret it.] Does that happen to you a lot?

[pyroelectric]

Don't be ridiculous. Of course it doesn't.

[Usually it ends in the other person dead or surrendering.]

[t65]

If you ever want to talk about it, [he doesn't think she will,] you can talk to me.

[In the last few years, Luke has learned the importance of making offers that will likely be rebuffed, but doing so with genuine hope that they will not. Faith and hope cannot be forced, only offered; he thinks that may have something to do with the passivity of the Force untouched by darkness.]

[Or maybe he's just an idealistic fool. It depends on who you ask.]

[He finishes wrapping Azula's wound.]

I was scorch marks, too-- did you get burnt?

[pyroelectric]

[Luke can't possibly know how insulting that question is to Azula.]

Do I look burned to you?

[t65]

[Luke resists the temptation to say 'you look stabbed'.]

You look like you were just in a violent fight, and I'm worried about you.

[pyroelectric]

... You needn't concern yourself. A small scratch like this will hardly stop me from adequately performing my duties as security officer on board this ship.

[t65]

[Luke isn't quite sure how to respond to that.]

I said I was worried about you. Not your job. But... [He wonders if he should reach out and try to read her feelings through the Force. What if she's afraid after the confrontation? No, she has a right to her privacy.] Whatever happened, happened in this ship; I saw the damage. Are you sure everything is alright?

[After he's said it, it still feels like the wrong thing to say.]

[pyroelectric]

[Well that's strange and unsettling, but then she figures, perhaps he's just trying to cozy up to her in case he loses his position as captain. Yes, that makes more sense.]

... Everything is fine. You are worrying over nothing. Most of that damage was caused by me. I told you, I can handle myself.

[t65]

If you're sure. [He can't push much farther without insulting them both.] Get some rest, alright? It'll speed the healing process. [A beat. He smiles.] But you know that already, don't you?

[pyroelectric]

Of course. I'm not stupid.

... While you're still captain, though, you should have the maintenance boy clean up the mess in the corridors.

[There. That'll teach Logan, she thinks.]

[t65]

[He thinks he's starting to get the hang of this. (He isn't.) He pretends to consider it.] Do you really think it's so bad that the droids can't manage it?

[pyroelectric]

No. But it will teach him a lesson in respect.

[t65]

Was that your disagreement? [Luke smiles, just a little.] Philosophically speaking.

[pyroelectric]

... He was insufferably rude. I won't have it.

[t65]

[Luke would still like to know who this person is, but he won't press. There's only one other man on the ship's roster, of course, but Luke's met Logan, and he was perfectly civil. That, and Luke wants to think he wouldn't impale and possibly burn a child.]

It doesn't get much ruder than stabbing, I guess. [Well, except for amputations.] I'll see what I can do, Azula. Until then, I'm going to ask you in my official capacity as acting captain, [he can't quite keep the fondness from his voice (he can already imagine how she's going to bristle at this):] to take a nap.

[pyroelectric]

[She'd been going to do that anyway, but now that Luke has ordered her to do it, she has to find some way to regain power over the interaction.]

... Bring me something to eat, and I'll consider it.

[t65]

[And she doesn't let him down.]

I guess, if you really want their... protein meals. [He's got to start stocking this place with real food or he's going to start longing for Yoda's cooking.]

[pyroelectric]

Eating is also an essential component to a speedy recovery, is it not? I cannot very well be expected to prepare food in my current state.

[t65]

[He laughs, surprised and fond.] I'm glad you haven't lost your spirit. I'll see if I can make something edible. [He stands.] But only if you rest, alright?

[pyroelectric]

[Good. Dignity restored.]

Very well. I suppose I can stand to rest a while while you make yourself busy.

[t65]

[He's still chuckling.] Thank you, Azula. [Kids are hilarious.]

[He starts walking out of the medbay, carefully avoiding the streaked trail of blood along the way.]

[pyroelectric]

[What a strange young man.

Still, once he's out of earshot, she does suppose she feels awfully tired. She'll crawl into the medbay bed in a moment. After she just rests her eyes for a second...

Which means, of course, by the time Luke comes back, he'll find her snoozing in the chair he left her in.]

[t65]

[Not quite what he meant, but A for effort. Hopefully he can just kind of move the chair to her quarters without waking her. This will definitely work perfectly. He uses the Force to keep the chair level and walks the chair out into the hall. This is a great plan that he thought out in detail before enacting.]