Well, This Day Gets To Be Entirely Unexpected...

[neverwantedtobesith]

It's been a handful of months since Garth'zel got turned loose from carbonite--again--and has had time to figure out how to make his way in the galaxy as it now was. So far as he could tell, the major difference between the current Empire and the one he grew up in was that the amount of Sith involved could be counted on one hand. Not to mention, what happened to the Jedi. He doesn't believe the official line whatsoever. Not that there's any to find to ask what actually happened almost twenty years prior.

While there's been enough time for him to learn how to get by, it still hasn't really been long enough for him to really deal with what he's lost. He's basically just drifting from place to place, going through the motions of being normal and well-adjusted. If he pretends long enough, maybe it'll become true. Possibly. Okay, not likely, but it's worth trying. At least until things hurt less.

Garth'zel's left yet another planet behind him and disappears into hyperspace when he leans back in the pilot's chair, arms folded across his chest and eyes closed. He can decide what to do in order to keep himself occupied later. Right now, a brief catnap is probably in order.

He has no idea he's not going to get that nap.

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[withstyle]

Confusion is the first thing to hit her after registering that her head hurts. Reaching up to touch her head, Izzy's a little shocked to realize there's blood on her brow. Looking at the bright red smear on her first two fingers as she moves to stand--ignoring the dizziness that hits her with the movement, the petite woman can't help but want to know where the hell she is. Her surroundings aren't familiar, in the least, and she isn't sure how the hell she got here....or what she did to her head.

Reaching up to touch the spot again, the young woman can't help but hiss through her teeth, jerking her hand away and knowing that it's probably fine. For now. After all, she has a few more pressing things to worry about at the moment. Namely figuring out where she is and then where to go from there. Reaching out to hold herself on the entrance to a cockpit, of sorts, Izzy isn't fully paying attention to the smudge of blood she's left in her wake, nor a whole hell of a lot else as she spots the figure in the pilot's seat.

And though a part of her knows caution is needed, she's hoping she's not shaken and dizzy enough to not be able to handle herself. Because she doesn't hesitate and can't hold herself back. "What the hell is going on, who are you, and where am I?" The Lightwood daughter asks, body already tensing for the reaction. Even if she's not quite sure how she's going to fair in a fight at the moment.

She just feels...dizzy and not quite right, but she'll be damned if she cowers in fear and doesn't try to figure out what's going on.

[neverwantedtobesith]

Garth'zel goes from drowsing to awake in an instant. He felt the Force do... something... and now there's someone on his ship who definitely shouldn't be there. He's also very sure she hadn't stowed away before he left Thyferra; he would have sensed her if she had.

He's out of his seat before he even thinks about moving, his lightsaber drawn although not yet ignited. "On my ship. Given you're the intruder, I'm not the one who needs to be saying who I am," he says coolly, eyes flicking over her to access her condition and what she was. Injured enough to be leaving blood laying around and either human or a near-human. "As for what's going on... that's a very good question. What are you doing on my ship?"

Not that he really expects an acceptable answer to his question. It still bears asking.

[withstyle]

Ship. That doesn't give her quite enough to go off of, but Izzy isn't quite as worried about that as she is the lightsaber in the man's hand. It's only natural that the snake bracelet on her wrist begins to wind it's way down until she can grasp the head, the body not quite extending into the full-fledged whip just yet. If she can avoid a fight Izzy'd definitely ather that, but considering she's completely out of her element, an apparent intruder, and this situation is completely screwed....she's definitely not putting it out of the realm of possiblity.

"On your ship where?" Izzy asks, the confusion written on her face. She doesn't even have a clue as to how she's ound up here. What she does know is who she is. "My name is Isabelle Lightwood." That clarification comes easily enough. It's too bad his other demand she has a grand total of zero answers for. "And I have no idea what I'm doing here, I came to and here I was."

The petite woman eyes the blade, almost ready to curse because she doesn't have a blade of her own, but a whip or staff will made to...only if she has to. "All I know is I'd be happy to get off your ship if you can drop me back in New York." The only problem....she is pretty sure that that isn't happening. None of what she can spot on this ship looks familiar. And that doesn't bode well for her chances of getting back home any time soon.

[neverwantedtobesith]

Garth'zel eyes the moving... thing. It was clearly a weapon of some kind. Possibly one that was somehow alive.

"Hyperspace. On the way to Alderaan, actually." It would be nice to get to see it when there wasn't a war going on. Between three different noble families fighting over who would succeed the Panteers, and the killiks, his visit wasn't exactly a pleasure trip. Not that he was there to enjoy himself, anyway.

"I've never heard of this 'New York'. Is it some sort of planet in the Outer Rim?" Not that he's heard of a planet called York, either.

[withstyle]

"Alderaan? Where the hell is that?" The question tumbles out, tone shocked, slightly rude, and wild. There's no chance of her managing to hold it back because she's never heard of any place called Alderaan. And though Izzy's guard isn't completely down the whip remains as is, her fingers pressed to the body of the snake touching the base of it's head, primed to continue the alteration of it's shape and length if needed. She's a little distracted for now, though.

Confusion isn't a feeling that Izzy's all that used to. She's never been someone who is completely, and utterly, uninformed. She has no clue what's going on, where she is, or quite a few elements in between in this case.

"New York isn't a planet." Izzy automatically states, brows drawing together. "It's a state, and a city technically, in the United States...on Earth." And Izzy legitimately can't believe that she's saying this right now. Seriously. What the hell is even happening to her right now?

[neverwantedtobesith]

Both of Garth'zel's eyebrows go up. "You're from a planet that may as well be called 'Dirt'?"

Someone was unimaginative when it came to naming her home planet, he sees.

He also sees that she has no clue what was going on and was about to panic if she wasn't panicking already. After a measured moment of consideration, he clips his lightsaber back onto his belt. Doing so might help her calm down slightly. "To answer your question, Alderaan is a planet that's towards the Core. That is, the center portion of the galaxy."