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Zeraxul would, indeed, get out of the ship. Not hurridly, but he was definitely the first one to exit. He continued to not turn his back on Marxus until he noticed that he busied himself with dressing the injuries of Naku. Satisfied that Marxus was preoccupied enough to not try and attack him, he then turned and began walking away, heading for the larger ship he used for space travel, as well as storage for the Nightfang when it wasn't in use. He'd retrieve his own ship, and would use the Force to move his fighter into said ship. It would be easier that way...besides, he wasn't about to go asking anyone for help with this particular situation. This was about when the man asked where the medical bay was. Zeraxul simply turned and looked over his shoulder to speak to him.

"Exit the hangar, and hang a left. Keep going straight for about fifty paces, then look to your left...there should be a wide doorway. That's your medical bay...from there you might want to try and find Janlu or Malice and talk to one of them."

He left it at that. They would know better what to do with this man than he. After all, they could decide to execute him, and Zeraxul would hardly care. For now, Zeraxul began walking up the ramp for the larger ship. He saw no further need to interact with this man for the time being, and had other things to be doing.

Naku awoke as they were carrying him to the medical bay. He felt Janlu nearby, and felt her concern for him. "I... did this to... myself." It was all he could say. His throat was dry, and he was very weak. Naku used the force this time, similar to how Tetro used to, and telepathicly connected with Janlu. "I do not know who he is, but his stance is Echani. As for what happened to me... Well, I will show you." Naku spoke to her, even in the force he was tired, having drained himself in the fight.

Naku relayed the events that occured, from the fires in the forest, to his confrontation with Zeraxul, to his own battle with himself, and the tornado he created that caused him to exhaust himself in both the force and physically harm himself to stop himself from letting out his own rage on Zeraxul. What happened however between Zeraxul and the Echani was however fuzzy, with only tid bits from what he knew. To Janlu, this would be like a wave, both as if she was the one fighting Zeraxul and all the emotions he had felt. The only thing that didn't transfer was the physical aspect of what Naku experienced. This was the only way for Naku to share with Janlu what had happened.

Janlu was not too surprised by the images from the action. This wasn't what she was looking for. Though it was somewhat helpful, she was more interested in hearing the accounts from the new arrival's own lips. She always preferred allowing people to divulge information on their own time. Something about the discovery, though her curiosity was strong, provided a bit of a thrill to her. However, his silence and failure to mention any acknowledgement of her, besides that he was following to the medical bay, kept her in suspense. She respected his silence for the time being, anxious to see what he would do or say next. Struggling to keep her patience, she waited until they were at their destination and Naku lying on a bed. She wasn't at all concerned for him. It was obvious, to her, that all he needed was a little rest, Her greater concern was the story of this new comer, who he was and how he got here. The next question expected an answer, "So, how did you end up here?" She allowed a small pause before offering, "I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours," she teased slightly, but the message clear that she was willing to share information equally.

Janlu felt a brief moment of sharp sorrow before the new acquaintance removed his mask and lowered his hood to introduce himself. It cut through her like a knife as if the pain was her own for that instant. Gathering her senses as he spoke, she sighed a little, bringing out a shy smile to answer, "Welcome, Regnalis. I am Janlu. I belive you've met Naku...thanks for helping him" she indicated to the tired out man. She thought of the situation for a moment, "A few days? I can only imagine what a time you had out in the wilderness" she mentioned, recalling a little bit of her own history, not regretting where it's led her, "...you're welcome to stay. We have plenty of room and I'm sure it'd be preferable to some makeshift shelter," she offered with a soft giggle at that last part. The situation looked familiar. Once again, she would be showing someone to their new safe haven.

(Janlu has a knack for being the tour guide XD new job?)

((I shall not post for a bit, say it's me resting while the medical droid takes care of me))

Oh to drink again As far as Marxus was concerned, it had been way too long since he had been drunk. He really hated being sober. At least being drunk, his memories would not come haunting him. However, now he noticed that Janlu was desperately trying to hold herself back from something. Her body language and stance as such. He said, "Is there something wrong? You seem to be holding something back."

Marxus was now looking puzzled, "You seemed to have wanted to say something to me. At least it seemed that way to me. Which is why I asked what was wrong." Then he reflected upon her question. Oh why not, at least this will tell me whether or not they are to be trusted to an extent. He said in answer to her question, "I escaped from a Separatist ship as they set fire to the transport vessel I was aboard on. The shockwave of both of the ships exploding sent my pod completely off course to this planet... Speaking of which, what is this planet's designation?"