Blood on the Leaves

[Aran Finn]

Javin System

Gorramit.

His hand was clutched to his gut as he stumbled through the woods, and blood seeped out between his fingers. He'd been careless. He'd been slow. He had lost a step ... if only he'd been a bit more aware, a bit more on the ball, this wouldn't have happened. Those soldiers would still be alive, and they would have made it home in time to be with their families for holiday season. Na'Varro, through his pain, felt only guilt.

Have to keep going.

The bearded man felt his consciousness fading fast, but gritted his teeth and pressed on with determination. If he made the RV, they could get AME instead of RME, and heck, he might make it. Then the Final Order would pay. They'd got him this time ... but this time would be the last time.

Gorram ambushes. How did I not see this coming?

Pain shot through his body with each step, but gradually the pain began to ebb as his consciousness faded ... and when he went down, he was out before hit the floor. Blood began to spread on the leaves as the Alliance General bled out on the forest floor. Finally, at long last, Alen Na'Varro was going to die.

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

The Republic was reaching out to the Galactic Alliance, a budding organization that was getting a lot of attention. And by the Republic reaching out, it was really just her. The up-and-coming healer was plugged into the holo-waves and heard the call for help to any in the area of the Javin System. And the clone just happened to be in the Javin System.

Unfortunately, she was going in alone. The medical droid left on the ship didn't really count. Gloved-fingers revved up the speeder bike, the cold air already nipping at any exposed flesh. She re-played the last of a group of comm-messages, given to her by the GA. There were enemies out there and hopefully...survivors. That was her job. Not to bury the dead but to find the survivors.

And not get shot in the process.

The speeder came to a stop on the edge of a dense forest. Myrtle-ellipses peered through the gloom of the trees. There. A flash of movement. Cutting the engines, the healer's booted-feet hit the snow-covered forest floor. Eyes tracked the smearing of bright-scarlet spots mixed between leaves and snow. And foot-prints, well, staggering prints that lead her to a body.

She wasted no time in kneeling next to the prone-form. She felt it. A flicker of life through the force. Gloved-fingers gently turned the man over. "Can you hear me? Hang on. Stay with me." She kept talking even if he couldn't hear her. Doctor-patient protocol. "Taheera Sollo with the Republic. Stay with me...uh....bearded guy."

Reaching forward with the force, she slowly began to knit the damaged cells around the deepest part of his wound. She had to clot the blood and stop the bleeding first. Maybe more conversation would come later if he survived this.