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Discussion in 'Pandopolis City' started by Carl Jenkins, Oct 18, 2018.

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  1. Carl Jenkins

    Carl Jenkins Roughneck: Starship Trooper Chronicles

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    October 29, Year 108
    @Boba Fett

    A digital clock turned to 6:45 PM as Carl swept up plant clippings in the back room of the Galactic Garden, a flower shop located in Midcourt. More than a week has passed since his arrival and it was surprising how quickly Carl took to his new surroundings, from soldier to civilian. Apron on and broom in hand he looked like a typical, non-descript worker cleaning shop right before closing. One would think with his background and training, he’d be interested in a more active occupation. For example, a position as a police officer or at least something related to government work. The few people who knew him most would know how far that was from the truth. Satisfied with the work on the floor the young man then turned his attention to scattered tools and materials, returning them to their designated containers while all discards went into the trash.

    When Carl signed up for recruitment he had hoped, foolishly at the time, that they would let him pursue a career in the sciences. How did that old desire translate now to working at a shop? The town was pleasant, but still foreign. Maybe when he felt more comfortable he'd try something. Now why a plant shop specifically? Once upon a time, Jenkins was fascinated by the thought of exploring space and meeting alien life, be it sentient or not. Yeah, well, that tune changed pretty fast. Alien plants were still pretty okay in his books though. Kendal, the owner of the flower shop, couldn’t give him a job as a florist due to inexperience and instead brought him on as a cashier. Simple enough, Carl had plenty of experience working as a cashier in his teens. That wouldn’t stop him from pursuing the florist craft though. If there was time, at the end of the day he'd take a pair of clippers and practice making clean cuts on discarded flowers before arranging them into a bouquet. They were hardly works of art, but what could one expect from someone with no experience working with material never intended to be displayed for sale, to begin with.

    Job done. Jenkins declared his departure, hung up his apron on a hook, and gave a brief ‘good night’. He exited out the back into an alleyway, as there was still one more task to do. Carrying trash bags in each hand he walked towards a collection bin and opened the top to dump the trash into it. The first went in without trouble but the second tore open, spilling most of its contents onto the floor. Carl couldn’t help breathe out a frustrated sigh, in retrospect though he really should have double bagged that specific trash bag. It contained a lot of scraps from hardy plants that, clearly, could easily puncture through plastic.

    Bending down he picked up the larger pieces and sent them straight to the trash can. Despite his valiant efforts, the mess remained a notable size. Great, he’d have to go back inside and grab a broom and brush pan. Unfortunately, when he got to the back door it was locked and no amount of knocking worked in grabbing Kendal’s attention. Great. Ceasing the mental fussing Jenkins began his trek to get to the storefront.
     
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    Science labs were always full of useful information, often to complicated for an average being to understand and the information that the Mandalorian was after fell into that category. It was a medical science, cloning, and there was a small yet well put together science lab in a quiet backstreet of the city. Boba had snuck in and wiped their system clean, taking every ounce of information they had, not caring about the consequences as he did so because this was about his survival and that was one thing he'd learnt to fight for a long time ago. However they weren't exactly pleased about his thievery and their hired guns were now pursing him relentlessly. Any other day and Boba would of loved to have fought his way out, but given how physical activity caused endless amounts of pain to wash through his veins the Mandalorian just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could.

    So now the chase had left the building and taken to the streets, as on foot Boba made for the building where he'd called his ship to meet him. Loosing his pursers in the crowd had not even crossed the Mandalorian's mind, his armour made it impossible to easily mix in, he stood out to much for that. So it had turned into running and shooting, his helmet's HUD directed him into a side alley, which would provide him with a short cut. The helmets HUD told him he'd managed to open up a little bit of a gap between his pursers and himself, so he paused halfway down the alley, trying to shake off the pain that burned in every inch of his body. His HUD sensors picked up movement behind him and he turned, someone was coming up the alleyway behind him, a poor innocent bystander most likely but even so Boba brought up his blaster just in case though he didn't let off a shot. He waited as the guy came into view and instantly froze, his brown gaze went wide with surprise behind his T-shaped visor and a name escaped his lips"Carl?"

    Then there was the sound of gunfire and Boba was forced back into reality, instinctively he jerked away from the wall throwing his armoured body between the blonde man and the bullets. He could hear them bouncing off his armour, he forced himself to take his gaze off the blonde and focus on the approaching danger. For the moment the agony his sickness flooded him with was forgotten, replaced by an agony that was harder for him to pin down and understand within his chest. He raised his blaster now, firing back at those approaching who dared shoot at him, trying to shake off the uncontrollable surge of emotional something in his chest the Mandalorian spoke to the blonde man without appearing to look at him"Back... Go back the way you came!"
     
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    Both of them were surprised in seeing the other, but for completely different reasons. Was this a mugging? Was this ridiculously high-tech mugger really planning to rob him, a shop clerk who probably couldn’t even afford a warning shot from the blaster pointed at him? Unsure how else to react the younger man immediately raised his hands in surrender. Training or not there wasn’t much one could do when someone aimed a gun at you point blank. Even less when you were completely unarmed and without armor. As dangerous as the situation was, Carl remained calm. If this was a mugging then no problem, a wallet wasn’t worth his life. If this was a murder attempt surely he’d be dead by now? So, until an opportunity of escape presented itself or until a blessed passersby came by and called the cops- stand still, keep your hands raised, and stay quiet.

    That was the plan, then this high-tech mugger had to go and complicate things by calling out his name. Naturally, Jenkins looked down to see if he still had his cashier’s name tag on. Nope. His eyes then went back to the stranger. Carl was placed at another disadvantage, the helmet made identification impossible. He’d attempt a light psychic probing but that required some focus that, understandably, he could not muster at the moment. Before he could put in a word or two everything quickly went to hell.

    One moment he was being hamstrung by a mugger, and the next said mugger was telling him to take cover while more men with guns from out of nowhere started shooting. Jenkins didn’t need to be told twice as he ran back the way he came, taking cover behind the corner of a building that jutted out. The sensible thing to do in this situation was leaving immediately. Whatever was happening here did not involve him. At the same time though he couldn’t ignore the fact that this stranger recognized him by name. Perhaps they were from the same world or dumb luck? Well, if he wanted that question answered it’d probably serve his interests to keep the stranger alive.

    Without warning two dumpsters rattled and rolled, their wheels screeching as they positioned themselves in the gap of the alley effectively separating the gunners from Boba and, most importantly, himself. Then with a telekinetic shove, the blockage was sent charging towards the hired hands. It wouldn’t kill them, it only served a distraction for their escape. If the stranger had any sense they'd be making a run for it because Jenkins was already a couple meters out. The police couldn't be too far out by now, having likely been called at the first deafening shots of gunfire. Aside from not being shot, Jenkins also preferred to avoid being taken in for questioning.
     
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    The blonde's reaction was to be expected but it defiantly was not what he wanted to see, the lack of recognition, the way he had raised his arms in surrender like he thought Boba was going to attack him. There was pain deep within his chest which had nothing to do with the illness within his veins, but he forced himself to push down his pain, at least for the moment, he had bigger issues than his inner pain. So he did as he always did and locked it away, as Carl reacted to his order. The man was fleeing back down the street as Boba remained where he was doing something he rarely did for others, protecting the blonde with covering fire and using his armoured body as a human shield, the sound of bullets bouncing off the armour rang down the alley. Boba returned fire in a methodical, well aimed way, trying to block out the way his body screamed at him that he needed to get out of there, he was not in decent physical health, this fight was hurting him more than it was helping him.

    Quite suddenly the sensors in his helmet picked up on movement and in his HUD he saw some dumpsters rumbling towards him, then past him, blocking the route. He could hear the large group of armed gunmen crying out in alarm and yet Boba understood the moment the dumpsters rumbled past him, it was Carl, playing hero with little more than his mind. The Mandalorian did not pause for long, he finally followed his screaming bodies advice and fled down the alleyway, making himself breathe evenly as he ran. But even as he ran he was silently going into the darkest depths of his HUD, seeking out all to do with Carl as he no longer cared about fleeing back to his ship, he wanted to find Carl, he wanted to make sure the blonde was safe and able to live. As Boba emerged from the other end of the alley he saw a vaguely familiar figure dashing off down another street and ignoring how his body screamed at him he quietly followed after the man with a well practised, loping run.
     
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    They ran a couple more blocks, across streets and through alleyways, much to Fett’s misfortune. Jenkins had to probe around until he felt safe enough to finally stop in the middle of an alley indistinguishable from the first they came from. A million thoughts raced through his head, the worst of the situation was over but Jenkins was far from relaxed. First things first, he passed Kendal a quick message to check their status. Seemed like the police showed up, no harm done. Thank god. Back to the current situation. Staring at the unusual stranger Jenkins quickly assessed what he knew. This masked man was well armed and involved in some unsavory business, not directly against the law enforcement but dangerous nonetheless. For god's sake, they fired in open public. On a more personal matter, the man knew his name and was willing to risk their life for him.

    Wanting to know more the young psychic stood there with a silent stare, sending forward a few mental probes only to flinch visibly as if struck. “You’re in pain.” He pointed out plainly, regaining his composure. Perhaps one should show more gratitude towards their savior. If they were keeping tally though then Jenkins had returned the favor with those trash bins. Despite his attempts to maintain a neutral attitude, their concern bled through, “Were you shot?” If they were then following him had been the wrong choice. It’s not like the lowly shopkeep had the medical resources to treat anything more serious than a small cut.

    From his angle Fett didn’t appear to have a drop of blood on them, so maybe he should dismiss the whole thing and make an exit. Although brief, the probing done earlier was enough for him to tell that this man wasn’t anyone he knew closely. Potentially a fellow soldier or inhabitant of the same planet. He’d need more time to deconstruct the snippets of thoughts and feelings but after today’s events- did he really want to be associated with this stranger and their trouble? ”I don’t need to know, I’m leaving.” Jenkins said with the shake of his head, he didn’t need to get involved.

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    The guy ran and ran, Boba didn't question it and instead focused on just continuing to move forwards, planting one foot in front the other, keeping his breathing even. It was a well practised run, as was the mentality behind it, as he blocked out the growing burning pain and focused his entirety on the need to keep moving forwards. When the guy finally came to a halt Boba was not far behind him and came to a halt a short distance from the blonde, his brown gaze running over the other man in silence as in the privacy of his helmet he tried to steady his breathing knowing full well it was not just the run he'd just done that was causing it to be a little all over the place. Carl was staring at him, assessing him and Boba made sure he stood tall, giving no clues to the weakness hidden beneath his armour. His brown gaze scanned the man through his visor, checking for injuries, checking he was in one piece and then he felt it.

    The familiar feeling of someone reaching into his head, in that moment he remembered the time Vader had forced his way into his mind and violently rejected the touch even when he knew where it was coming from. But he needn't have bothered with his weak mental blocks, for Carl was flinching back already having sensed the agony he was in. Carl was speaking and the sound of his voice stabbed thorns into his heart, he couldn't speak not because he had nothing he wanted to say but because in that moment the emotions he normally has such good control over had managed to roll up his throat. The blonde had mentioned something about being shot and Boba glanced down at himself, but as he did so the blonde was suddenly shaking his head like it didn't matter, saying he was leaving. Fighting back the pain, the emotions Boba took a half step forwards extending a hand saying"Carl... Wait..."

    But then what? What was he after? What was he expecting? It was obvious now from the way the blonde had stared at him, from the way he'd spoken, Carl had no idea who he was, he was new to Pandora with no memories from before and though it hurt, seared even, perhaps it was better this way, safer for the man he'd once called friend. His hand fell and he halted, before he spoke again"They didn't get you right? You are unhurt?" He had to make sure, then he would make himself take a step back, let Carl live his life, watch from the shadows, protect him without him knowing, help him without influencing the man to destroy his life like he himself had. But first he needed to know that Carl was in one piece, that he was as happy as a man could be in Pandora, ripped away from all they knew.
     
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    It bothered him hearing Fett, veiled with such sadness, to use his first name so informally. The use was reserved for close friends and family members, neither of which the man held claims to. Jenkins hoped to stick to his convictions, but the more he thought about it the more his doubts ate at him. And from that budded unfounded guilt because how could he not reciprocate the same level of care and familiarity? Were it not for Jenkins’s reserved longing to feel whole, to desperately fill that which had been lost, he would have turned and left. Yet, with wariness etched on his face and the sanctity of self-preservation broken, the young man stayed.

    To be honest, the conflict left him a bit shaken and tired, he’d never been shot at before by other people. Not purposefully to kill him anyway. Jenkins though wasn’t the kind of person to admit such things, especially not to a stranger in some back alley, so he didn’t waste either of their time. “I’m unharmed.” His answers remained short, not only to mimic Fett’s own brief words but it also left no room for the appearance of uncertainty.

    Unlike Fett he did not move, not towards or away, Jenkins remained firmly in place. The focus of injuries went back to the older man since they were the only injured body between the two of them. “You’re hurt. You probably have better means to treat yourself than I do.” A name might have been the suitable place to start, but it probably wouldn’t have meant anything to him. The fact that Fett didn’t even bother to show their face, a somewhat unofficial protocol among troopers since the whole shapeshifting incident, said a few other things. Between the moments when either of them spoke Jenkins kept a distant stare, looking across at the other man without really seeing. He was analyzing the scattered feelings pulled out of Fett’s head. Pain predominated, he could practically feel it himself, although digging deeper he sensed there was more than just the pain from physical injuries.

    Their connection lasted barely a few seconds so there was little to go on but he could sense it. The grief, the agony, the longing. Like a catalyst, reading into Fett’s feelings only intensified Carl's own. ”What do you want from me?” This time the words wavered, pained, and struggled to escape past his lips. His resolve to see this through began to deteriorate as he took a few cautious steps away from Fett. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the luxury of a helmet to hide away his feelings.
     
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    The way Carl stared at him continued to send icy daggers into the Mandalorian's chest and he wanted to bury these emotions deep, he wanted to go back to not caring but unluckily for him he knew that wouldn't be possible. But thankfully Carl was answering him now and Boba felt the tiniest trickle of relief at his answer despite how he hated the detached tone to the other man's voice. But then the man was bringing up Boba's own pain and the Mandalorian glanced down at himself once again, for a moment seeking the injury that Carl mentioned before through his swirling thoughts he came to realise Carl had picked up on the cell degradation. The was no cure for that, not yet, but Anna and he were working on it, he swallowed before saying"Don't worry about it Jenkins... Its nothing..."

    The lie sounded true but they both new it for what it was but before Boba could say anything else there was the feeling of someone digging through his head returned and again Boba could not help but violently reject it. He felt sick suddenly, violated and naked before the man he'd once considered a friend, a son, a man who even now he wanted nothing more than too protect. Emotions broke through Carl's mask, his face seemed to be trembling, breaking and then the other man asked a question of him, the words he spoke making it impossible for the Mandalorian to withhold his own emotions. The agony of his illness now merged with the pain of his boiling emotions and Boba wondered if that feeling behind his eyes was going to boil over. But then he noticed Carl taking a step away from him and all he wanted to do was follow him, to hold him, to comfort him, emotions he'd not had in such a long time.

    He took another half steps forwards as briefly his thoughts drifted to the daughter he'd left behind so long ago before he forced that down to focus on the man before him, his heart pounding and he found himself swallowing again before he murmured"I don't... I don't..."He shook his helmeted head, trying to get himself under control again, unused to losing it before he said louder"I just wanted to make sure you were unhurt... It's important that-" He cut off again and then he was forcing himself to take a step backwards, away from Carl, then another before the Mandalorian made himself speak again"It's in the past... It's probably better this way..." He half started to turn away, feeling his emotions begin to crumble again as he did so and in this moment of weakness the sickness crawled through him, hitting him hard with a fresh wave of pain. Uncontrolled he staggered slightly, breathing hard and quickly a hand came out to clutch at the wall, which meant somehow he managed to stay standing.
     
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    He hated this. People suffering silently or dying quietly around him, what they wouldn’t show outwardly they expressed internally with such intensity. Being a psychic, he tended to be more empathetic than others but not for the presence of a compassionate personality alone. Pained people rarely have anything good to feel about understandably. It wasn’t their fault of course, but knowing that didn’t abate his experiences of disorientedness. When it came to emotions, it seemed neither man was equipped to properly deal with them. Jenkins however, perhaps by the follies of his youth, handled it with far less grace. That is to say, he let it out. He cried for the both of them.

    After Fett spoke the only sound that could be heard was Jenkins’s own ragged breathing and muffled sobs. It wasn’t the prettiest sight, eyes red and puffy as tears leaked off the edges of his face, but with Fett currently turned away this was the least soul-crushing experience by far. What seemed like an eternity was only a few minutes. At least it passed relatively quickly, compared to the struggles if he’d simply buried the sorrow amongst other internalized pains. He’d learned though, somewhat. With a dry sleeve, he wiped any lingering tears before walking towards Fett.

    In the face of absolute obscurity, Fett still tried to approach him. Maybe the emotions still racked him, but Jenkins couldn’t help be impressed by such an impactful display of loyalty. Who was this man and what had he done to deserve it? Carefully he made sure to approach from the side, within Fett’s field of view, and not directly from behind. Offering a helpful hand he spoke with a hoarse but more confident tone compared to earlier. ”We really need to get you to a hospital.” Something that was as likely to happen as Jenkins getting a ticket back home. There wasn’t much he knew about Fett, but surely a man of their caliber had a couple safehouses? Or maybe that was simply a young man’s own imagination playing from watching too many movies. ”Or if not a hospital then- do you have a place or friend nearby? I could drop you off there.”

    Jenkins wasn’t planning to become a criminal accomplice, but what harm could come from helping them home? If anything the sooner he got Fett to a place of safety the less likely the walking tank was to run into those gunners from earlier, starting yet another dangerous gunfight, or to hold some other innocent bystander at gunpoint. That is how the confused man tried to rationalize it in his head, but he was really toeing the line right here. Hell, Jenkins already crossed it back when he stayed to take a psychic dip in the stranger’s head.

    God, what a fucking day.
     
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    As he had turned away he'd heard the sounds of Jenkins breaking down behind him, the icy daggers in his chest burned him, knowing that he'd been the one too do that and for the first time in a long while the Mandalorian had felt guilt. But then the pain had overwhelmed him and left him clutching one handed on a brick wall, trying so hard too stay upright. It was hard to care about what was happening too him when he found himself face to face with a man he'd considered a friend, a son and the man had no memories. His own suffering from a terminal illness in that moment was nothing compared too the pain of having too walk away from this man, even with the knowledge that things would probably be better for the guy this way. But then his helmets sensors were alerting him to the fact Carl was approaching him from the side where he was not clutching at the wall. In his HUD he could see the tear strained face of the other, the extended hand and even before Carl spoke he was turning the T-shaped visor in his direction, examining him with a pained gaze hidden beneath his helmet.

    Carl was speaking now, his voice hoarse but he sounded more confident than he ad earlier, saying he needed a hospital but Boba knew there was nothing a hospital could do for him, no all he needed was some pain killers and a place to sit down until this episode passed though with all the agony he felt within thanks to this meeting as well as the sickness he was beginning to wonder if it would ever pass. The man's next words told him he was already learning and he found himself letting out a breathy pained laugh, the darkness he exuded was already reaching Carl. He suddenly felt exhausted and the voice he spoke with now was softer than his usual tone"Carl..." He wanted to let go of the wall, to turn and face the younger man but he knew if he did that he'd crumple, his legs were barely holding him up as pain coursed up through them.

    He wanted to tell the man he was already with a friend, that he was that friend, but he couldn't the man needed too be pushed away, to be kept safe and protected even if it hurt him to do so. Quietly within his HUD he set about setting nearby co-ordinates into his helmet as he drew in a deep breath and tried again"There's a fire escape too the roof tops in the next street... If you can help me get too the roofs I will be able to get to a safe place from there." He was forcing the emotions down, focusing on this new mission getting himself to a place where Carl wouldn't worry and allowing himself too become a distant memory for the man as much as it pained him to do so.
     
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    A fire escape. What was the stranger planning to do, fly away? Actually, now that he’d bothered to look at more closely one would have to be blind to miss the obvious jetpack strapped to Fett’s backside. It was smaller compared to the designs back home but not as compact with those nozzles permanently affixed to either side. Not to mention the long cylindrical tube that vertically stuck out, an unwieldy looking thing that was no doubt capable of doling out more damage than simply poking someone’s eye out.

    ”Let’s get you to a fire escape then.” From sight alone Jenkins wasn’t certain of the man’s overall weight, body and armor. Again, slimmer than the kind of equipment he was familiar of but the fact that Fett was able to take gunfire at close range indicated a denser material. Heavy weightlifter, Carl certainly was not, which was worrisome since Fett’s slumped figure was steadily and nearly collapsing to the floor. Deciding what a waste of time it was constantly second-guessing himself, Jenkins draped Fett’s arm over his shoulder. Here’s hoping the man could still walk because he certainly couldn’t drag dead weight the whole way. ”Just the next street? Should be a cakewalk.” His tone almost playful, although deep down something was certainly kicking him for ‘volunteering’. ”How about we stick to the alleyways? Never know where those friends of yours will pop up.” After shifting around a bit to a more comfortable position, they slowly went off their way.

    It wasn't long into their short stroll that Carl finally popped the big question. ”Who are you?” A reasonable question for a man who continued to use his first name even if it burned despair deeper into their soul. Jenkins, despite a strong curiosity, did not rush his words. He had a feeling that whatever this was, was something he wouldn’t immediately understand so there was no rush for an answer. Since coming to Pandora, Carl was briefed over the strange things he would experience during his stay. Unfortunately, Jenkins still couldn’t wholly grasp just how bizarre this place was. The idea that ‘he’ had been here before had yet to come to mind throughout this whole encounter. To be fair, there were more important things to tend to. For example, getting this man out of the trouble. The sooner done, the sooner he could get home and sleep this off.
     
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    For a man who'd been breaking down just a moment ago Carl seemed relatively upbeat right then but the Mandalorian suspected it was false cheer that the younger man was presenting him with, designed too raise his spirits. Boba knew the truth though, he knew that there was nothing that could be done for him not yet at least but he still found he appreciated the effort the younger man put in as he tried too help him so rewarded him with the tiniest hidden smiles while murmuring"Same old Carl... Able too make jokes in all situations..." He had an arm around Carl's shoulder's the blonde man felt reassuringly solid and warm against him, that meant he was actually there right? But tricks could still be played, yet he had a feeling the evidence before his eyes was true, Carl really was back and he really did have no clue who he was. Behind his helmet he closed his eyes too the pain, instead fixing on putting one foot in front the other walking weakly at Carl's side.

    A silence fell and Boba monitored the distance too their location while also noting how close too the co-ordinates his escape from this heartbreaking, painful situation was. He was interrupted from his thoughts and the slow agony that crept through him by Carl's voice, asking him a question. Again his eyes closed, as he gave the tiniest shakes of his head, it hurt too much, he couldn't tell him, not if he was destined too distance himself from this man, but fuck did it hurt. After a moment he found his voice, attempting too joke, too hide his pain"You mean you didn't find out when rooting around in my brain? Before you act all surprise and deny your talents... Yes I know you can do that and I know you did it... It wasn't welcome by the way..." He'd failed too joke but he didn't really care, he hurt too much both physically and emotionally too care. So instead he forced himself too speak again, voice firm"Its better for you that you don't know Jenkins... Just get me too the rooftop and I'll be out of your hair, you won't ever see me again... Its better that way..."
     
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    While Fett turned out lighter than expect that didn’t mean the armored man was as light a feather. Carrying dead weight was a struggle and there was no power suit this time to help lift this burden. They had to take a few momentary pauses, leaning against the walls of the alley, to regain their energy. Jenkins raised a brow at the accusation before he spoke. ”Being held at gunpoint and simultaneously protected by the same guy gives extremely mixed messages that, in my defense, I had to clear up on the spot.” He was taken aback but not at the claim to his psychic abilities rather the fact that he’d been caught in the act. Most people usually don’t notice a minor probing. Although, he considered, people exposed regularly enough to psychic activities could potentially develop a sort of sensitivity to it. Mind reading had always been a finicky ability too, perhaps he had dug in a bit deeper that made it detectable.

    He could have, found the answer in Fett’s head that is. There were risks to it though, earlier when he’d been crying was one such example, his own feelings being overwritten by the other. A target’s memories and thoughts could have the same effect, but sorting them from one’s own was easier the more distant they were. Fett however undoubtedly knew him and seemed genuinely surprised to see him, yet not at all shocked that he didn’t know who they were. At all.

    When he made a sideways glance Carl remembered that men less intimidating than Fett have screwed him over because of blind faith. Without warning, he dropped the tin-can, and none too ceremoniously at that. “How about you tell me what I need to know and I’ll decide what’s good for me?” He said, his stare and voice taking stern tone because at the moment he was a bit pissed off. Who the hell did this guy think he is to say what was best for him? The old man could spout all the flattery they’d like and reminisce of the ‘good old times’ but from Carl’s perspective, this was a wholly one-sided trip down memory lane. “And don’t think about flying off either. If you really know what I’m capable of then you know just how hard I could throw you into the ground.” Well, he could keep the guy from flying off anyway.
     
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  14. Boba Fett

    Boba Fett Star Wars

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    Carl's response too his words about him being the same old Carl would of set an old bemused smile upon Boba's face, but all it did now was fill his heart with a sadness and give him a desire too tell Carl he'd never hold him at gunpoint. But he couldn't, he kept his mouth shut, a tired expression on the face hidden beneath his helmet instead he just watched Carl's face in his HUD as they continued their slow shuffle down the street. He couldn't take his eyes off his face, alive and well before him if a little confused, Boba forced himself too fix on something else on his HUD, the countdown in his helmet for the arrival of his ship. But he hadn't looked away before catching the surprise pass over the others face when he mentioned the mental abilities, yet Boba didn't verbally respond no he just switched his gaze too the timer in his HUD.

    But then Carl was abruptly stopping and slipping away from him, Boba wanted too cling too him, not let that warm solid feeling slip away. Yet being who he was, he let the younger man go and tried too hold himself upright, his HUD alarms alerting him too the time before his body might pass out. He drew in a slow breath, distracted as Carl spoke he was demanding answers from him, answers he dare not give and then he was following up demands with a threat A very real threat that he knew Carl was capable of, except he also knew Carl himself, the man who never really had it in him to become a bounty hunter. The man with too good a heart too start killing other and so shifting his head he fixed his T-shaped visor on the blonde and spoke"Carl Jenkins... Are you threatening me? Who would of thought... If you want too toss me, you should do so... But then again you already know it won't be any worse than what I'm already feeling..."

    He paused before saying calmly"Let me go Carl, I am not your enemy... So you have no need too throw threats at me...Besides knowing more than that, could endanger you..." If you knew who I once was too you, you might want to get involved with me again and I can't let you do that.. He finished silently too himself as he stared through his T-shaped visor at the younger man, noting his ship would be at the rooftop in under three minutes and if Carl had not let him go he would be forced too act in a way the other would not like. He was a quick drawer, he would stun the other man if he really had too but it was a last resort and depended on Boba not allowing his own pain too overwhelm him.
     
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  15. Carl Jenkins

    Carl Jenkins Roughneck: Starship Trooper Chronicles

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    Jenkins didn’t have a good track history when it came to confronting the truth. For him he probably kept as many secrets as were kept from him. Living such a lifestyle was, as one could imagine, extremely frustrating but when it came to matters regarding himself Carl could be real touchy. Bigotry, while not something he completely tolerated, was superficial when it came to the other aspects of his life. Ever since the discovery of his psychic talents it was like someone out of view was micromanaging his life. It felt as if the only decision Jenkins ever got to make was his choice of friends.

    Now, here was a stranger challenging his small claim to autonomy. Making more decisions for him, leaving him in the dark. Anger was an affliction that, while had diminished over time, never completely left Jenkins. It’s influence over his powers wasn’t as strong as they used to be, but they were still just as effective in impairing his judgement. He remained silent, too hyper-focused on his next action to even think of a response. Jenkins grabbed onto the front of Fett’s chest piece and lifted them up, more hurriedly than when he let him go. Whether Fett could stand on his own two feet or not didn’t matter as Jenkins kept them in place, upright, and firmly pinned against the alleyway wall. What he was about to do was illegal, what he was about to do was wrong.

    But he needed- no, he wanted answers. Fett may be able to hide his thoughts and emotions away behind an unfeeling mask, but up close to this psychic it might as well not been there at all. As if he could see right through the tinted visor Jenkins’s unflinching gaze bore down. With precision, for even the smallest mistakes could lead to disaster, he struck like lightning and spread like fire.
     
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  16. Boba Fett

    Boba Fett Star Wars

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    True Neutral
    His strength was waning, he could feel it, but Carl was not moving if anything Boba felt like the man's eyes gained a fire like quality at his words. Yet weakened, dying, he couldn't focus on what was going on before him, all he could focus on was the fact his ship would be there in a few minutes and that he had too get as far from Carl as possible. It was that distraction of pain, of longing for his ship and the pain killers on board that Boba blamed for not reacting when Carl first moved on him. He was forcefully grabbed by his chest plates and thrust both of them back until the Mandalorian's back slammed into the alley wall. A grunt escaped him as the force at which he was slammed into the wall forced the air from his lungs, winding him and now the other man held him there, for a moment Boba tried too focus past the pain of his illness, past the winded feeling so that he could act, so he could show Carl why he needed too fear him. But before he could get himself together enough too act he felt something in his mind, the forceful way it shoved within his head made its presence far too noticeable for the probe to go unnoticed.

    Unprepared as he was his mind was breached, images flashed too the front of his mind, first recent events, working with Anna seeking a cure, letting Anna go with Geralt and the pain that went with that, training Anna, these images didn't seem too be what the guy was looking for. All Boba could do for the moment was lean into the wall, mesmerised, weak and then he felt like one word had been drilled into his head, Carl. Behind his helmet his eyes closed, he tried too fight back too remember the mental training too regain control of yourself and yet images came up. This time they were out of order though, a wild jumble, a cable attaching too Carl's leg too pull him too safety during a raid on a government building, capturing the guy for a bounty, a mock fight as the pair trained together, Carl finding him dying out on the plains after Harley had put him at the centre of an explosion. That image lasted a little longer, his gun being tossed aside, the conversation that had followed, Carl's anger at the time and then the image skipped too the man's safe house, the man demanding too know what equipment too us to save Boba's life, his hands reaching for his helmet.

    The images skipped again, a mission, back too back in a fight and Boba could feel his mouth twisting beneath his helmet as he grit his teeth, trying to concentrate. Next thing too flash before his mind was a meeting with the Governor where he did a deal too protect Carl, the man was to not hunt Carl any longer for Boba too complete his task. The image was gone, replaced by an image of Carl lying in his own blood spouting some kind of jibberish and as this image came forward Boba finally managed too move, unaware he was doing so as the memories of his emotions at discovering Carl like that burned through him. Unbeknown too the Mandalorian, there were tears escaping his brown eyes, running down his face and the blaster came up. There was a sharp pain and then the next thing Boba knew was rage as finally, finally he found himself fighting back. Another time he'd been used so came too the forefront of his mind, a figure in black, choking him controlling his mind before a flaming background. That was the final image Carl got too see as Boba opened his mouth in a roar of rage and pulled the trigger, the nozzle of the blaster pressed into the man's chest making it impossible too avoid the stun bolt which leapt from his gun.