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a small explosion
[ affinity for explosions should be on his resume.

an excellent pilot, a skilled mechanic and particularly talented in being electrocuted and making things blow up.

that is anakin skywalker, the most disruptive jedi knight of his generation. anakin skywalker, who tried to do more complex re-wiring without kirito's supervision and considerable cautiousness. in retrospect, the electrocution wasn't bad. the cargo holding had some padding. the explosion wasn't too bad either, really. sure, it fizzed, there's distinct smell of smoke and his ears rings a little. but the fire is small, easily manageable. you know, as soon as he gets up. ]

and everything else
[ either pre-explosion or post-explosion, anakin can be found hovering over food in the kitchen or in the pilot station. floating various things, prodding at weapons or lab equipment, or simply napping in the shuttles when you wanted to take it for a spin. ]

[Gemini's been slithering about the innards of the Paisley for the past few days, ~~spying on~~watching the crew go about their lives from the air vents and concluding she couldn't care less about any of them.

There's not much more to keep her here, so she'd slipped into the cargo bay an hour earlier, flattening herself against the wall and taking on its colour and texture to wait for the next shuttle departure she can slip onto undetected.

In the meantime though she's been watching the ship's mechanic (or so she thinks) at work, he is very easy on the eyes after all, and at the sudden burst of smoke and flame she can't resist.

A feminine laugh rings out across the otherwise empty cargo bay, and it should be obvious it's at his expense.]

[ he's not a very good mechanic right now. small patches of fire springs up; he stomps on one and puts it out with a shirt he got from some donation or another then another shows up and he stomps on that too, cursing. ]

Blast it!

[ he doesn't mind the laughter, figures it's chloe. it's lazy assumption but his head's ringing a bit and his wires are singed - actually, he feels a bit singed. ]

More helping, less laughing!

[Definitely not Chloe. While Anakin's distracted putting out the fire the section of bulkhead that Gemini's masquerading as bulges and pushes outward, rapidly forming into Gemini's human form, complete with her usual jumpsuit.

She doesn't like fire very much, so in response to Anakin's request all he gets is a lazy shrug and a smirk.]

It's your ship and your mess, you clean it up!

[ he took a moment and stares at the intruder.

no, definitely not chloe. though he can imagine chloe saying something similar. ]

Great. Very helpful. This is my ship, so if you're going to stand there and do nothing, I'd appreciate it if you left.

[ he turns back to the mess in front of him. with a towel, he continues to pat the engine fire out, cursing under his breath ]

Would you? [She pouts as if offended, although the moment his back is turned it's immediately replaced by a darkly amused look.]

I think I'd much prefer to stay and watch.

[She wanders over to a box and sits herself on top of it, crossing her legs leisurely and watching Anakin fight the fire with an air of mild interest.]

You missed a spot.

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[ he rolls his eyes and grumbles something about trouble and annoying. the fire is contained but the machinery he was working on fizzes and smokes, a smell of ozone is in the area.

anakin finishes putting the fire out and his frustration with his lost of mechanical skills and her melts into one ]

Alright, show's over. Go back to your ship. I clearly can't guarantee your safety here.

[His frustration only fuels her amusement, her smile widening.]

Somebody's snappy, it wasn't me who set fire to their own ship, and I'm perfectly happy where I am.

[Explosions are rare and always bad where Lark comes from, so whatever she was doing before those elf-ears of hers picked up the sound is quickly forgotten as she sprints to the cargo hold.]

Fenedhis!

[The curse was all she could get out for a moment, but then her wits returned. The fire is her first concern, it didn't seem big but Creators knew if it would stay that way. Where was some dirt when you needed it? Instead, she finds a thick looking blanket and quickly begins to pat down the flames using that. After a moment, the flames are out and she turns wild green eyes on the shem responsible.]

What, in the name of the Creators, were you doing?

[ that thick looking blanket was probably his - given his habit of sleeping here, in the cargo bay. he does look woeful at it for a moment.

anakin rubs his head, his neck and then his temples, ears still ringing and his brain more slightly rattled. when he finally looks at her or the blurry image of her, he simply waves it off. his words slurs a bit but are as composed as it can be considering ]

It's fine. I'm trying to rework the conductors. But the conductors doesn't work the way they're supposed to here. I keep forgetting that.

[ he just needs a minute ]

[She scowls at the slurr in his voice and strides to his side and kneels beside him. A touch more gentle than her harsh tone might imply she was capable of, a small hand curled behind Anakin's neck as the other yanked out one of her elfroot potions. Lark tugged the cork out with her teeth and held the bottle to the man's lips.]

Drink some of this, it will help with any pain or injury.

[Stupid, stupid, humans and their foolish ways. She was only doing this because this man was supposed to be part of her crew and it would behoove her to not have him injured. That was all.

At least the elfroot doesn't smell or taste too bad, it's just a...strange shimmery red.]

[ his vision blurs for a moment and he breathes, focus on the white center of warmth and peace in the force and separate himself from the ringing physical world. it was fine until he feels the potion on his lips, rather than hear her warning. ]

Uh-

[ too late, he opened his mouth. he takes an accidental gulp then push her away, waving his arm - his durasteel arm, gloved but sleeve pulled up. he swallows and coughs a couple times before he can speak again, focus returning. ]

I'm fine! [ he push himself up, unsteadily, but he is up. ] I'm fine. I've had worst. The box- [ he points at the metal box he was working on ] It's hot, don't touch it.

[She doesn't insist when he pushes her away, only recovers the fallen cork and replaces it and the potion from her pouch. His arm catches her eye, but she holds her questions for the time being.]

'Having worse' doesn't excuse a current injury. [But that's her last word on it.]

I wasn't going to touch it, of course it's hot.

...What did you mean the 'conductors don't work the way they're supposed to?'

[ anakin brings a hand to his temples, holding his head for a moment and just wishing that ringing would stop.

it will, eventually; he knows that from experience. he's just impatient ]

It's different here. [ it's all different here. or maybe, the more accurate answer is that he's different here. he groans and shakes his head. ] I wouldn't worry about it. Just keep in mind not to do what I try to do. Unless you're an engineer.

[ he looks at her then points to the part in their neck where the augments are-- wait, he narrows his eyes at her ]

Who are you?

[That, more than anything, draws her lips up into a small smile.]

Lark Mahariel. I'm in charge of the communications on this vessel. [Creators only knew why when she'd never been asked to formally speak to or for a people in her entire life. Anyone who knew her knew that likely wasn't best if diplomacy was meant to be kept.]

So, no, I am no engineer. But perhaps my concern for the fire and the potential self-caused injury of one of the crew makes sense now.

[ By now, a familiar sight on the Paisley is an injured Theon Greyjoy. It's practically become a staple of the ship. This time, it's an unfortunate amount of bruising across his nose and beneath his eyes. He looks a mess, but he makes his way to the armory none the less, looking to take his anger out on some of the practice targets rather than actually getting any work done.

But you're also free to find him anywhere else throughout the day, still looking pitiful. ]

[If she was learning anything about her new 'crew' it was that they seemed to be a bunch of incapable and constantly injured men. At least, that was her assessment of Anakin and now Theon as she came across him in the armory.

She'd wanted to come in and find something to replace her missing daggers, but instead she'd found this. The elf leaned against the wall by the door to watch him, uncaring if he noticed or not.

At least until she finally spoke up.]

This hardly seems like productive sparring. You seem more likely to injure yourself further than to gain anything.

[ He's certainly had a time of it. There are weapons scattered about, knives stabbed into targets and guns flung about like toys, but now, he's aiming arrow after arrow at the center of a target. His shot is quite good, but it doesn't quite make up for the fact that he isn't good at much else.

When Lark speaks, Theon doesn't so much as flinch. He merely fires another arrow and beings to nock another. This is clearly his environment. ]

That would be none of your business. What do you want?

If I am to rely on you in any capacity, it is my business. Those who injure themselves through foolishness are useless.

[Despite her words, her tone didn't hold as much judgement. At least he seemed to know what he was doing with the weapons he wielded.]

I need something to replace the daggers Atroma stole from me.

I didn't injure myself. [ He gives an indignant huff as he lets loose another arrow. ] I had a conversation with an old friend that didn't go as he would have liked. I allowed him to get a few strikes in.

[ Finally, he lowers his bow, expression grim. He really isn't lying about that. He's fought enough with Robb and he's grown tired of it. ]

As for your weaponry request, take your pick. You'll find them all there. [ He incline his head to the other target, into which various knives and daggers have been jabbed haphazardly. He's basically helped himself to the entire armory just to have his little tantrum. At least he's the one who's going to have to clean up after himself later. ]

I see.

[She did, she understood the intention behind it, even if she lacked the details to truly understand the situation.

She went to the dummy after a moment's hesitation. She didn't like to put her back to someone she didn't know, especially when they were armed and she wasn't. Still...she had to trust he wanted her injured about as much as she wanted it for him.

She plucked out some daggers, testing their weight and grip in her hands. The ones she rejected were soundly buried back in the dummy. After a moment, she spoke up again.]

I have something that could help with the swelling, if you're not too prideful. [A pause.] Or if you're not simply leaving your injuries for your friend's sake.

[She could understand that too, even if she disagreed.]

[ Luckily, he does lower his bow as she chooses her daggers. He has faith in his aim, but he also knows that he's angry and has no intention of hitting one of his crewmates. After all, none of them are particularly fond of him to begin with. ]

I'm fine.

[ His pride is definitely the answer here. He's returned to the ship injured so often that it's become commonplace. He rarely seeks out Stefan's medical skills anymore. The poor man has had to patch him up far too many times. ]

It isn't for his sake, but perhaps he'll sleep better for it. [ He shrugs. ] That's his business.

[She finally picks out two that feel right in her grip and wraps them in a cloth she'd brought. She'd have to sharpen and sheath them, but that was for later.]

And that is your business.

[She nodded to him, unwilling to do needless battle with a man's pride.

She headed for the door, intending to leave now that she had what she wanted, but paused near the entrance.]

Remind me your name? I did not care to know it before.

[ the moment theon steps into the kitchen, anakin turns his attention quickly to the microwave. assessing that there's no threat, he leans against the counter and pulls his face at the state of theon ]

Lose another fight?

[ Theon doesn't appear to be in the joking mood, as he doesn't even muster one wisecrack. He just passes Anakin a sulky stare as he retrieves a pack of ice. He's decided to handle it himself and not to go running to Stefan this time. ]

If you must know, it was Robb Stark's fight. [ He really doesn't even sound angry, just sort of sad. ] I chose not to retaliate.

[ that's just a sad answer for losing. ]

It takes two to dance. But sure, whatever you say. I just don't understand how you keep getting yourself involved in other people's fights.

[ his eyes narrow for a moment, taking another once over at theon. then decides yes, he'll give theon the benefit of doubt ]

What do they have against you?