Location: Dexter Memorial Starport [Main Evac Area/First Aid Stations]
Objective: Paradiso - Help Evac, Medical, and Call for Reinforcements for South Tower
Allies: CIS + SJO + Friends
The crimson-haired Jedi tried not to let her apprehensions show. She remained calm, cool, and collected. Even while civilians were being rushed into the first aid stations screaming bloody murder. Some of them had been caught unaware by the droid attacks, and some, were missing limbs. The ones that weren’t yelling in agony…They were lucky, in a way, because they’d passed out from either the shock of the trauma or blood loss. They were running low on pain inhibitors. Very low. To the point where they would soon need to be rationed.
That—Or traditional methods of care would need to be amended.
Gianna hadn’t heard back from the South Tower [[member="Alar Shysa"]] yet. Nor, had she heard anything from her points of contact within the CIS. By the Force. Were things that bad? Her friends, still, had yet to contact her. Just when she thought about making a new comm call she caught chatter from a rather monotone, however, welcome voice. It belonged to someone by the name of Kaross. The Jedi accessed the Emergency Evacuation channel and responded.
“Thank you [member="Kaross"]
…We’re doing our best down here but the people are scared. The area that needs the most help at the moment is located near the South Tower.”
Others chimed in as well, thankfully, and with each sound off Gianna felt the vice grip around her heart lessen. Her exterior remained calm. Helpful, while her aura radiated peace. No one would realize that inside such a calm woman lay a cacophony of thoughts, that later, she would certainly chastise herself for. [member="Kurenai Yumi"] made a good point. Make sure, that no one panicked.
Okay. She could do that.
Or, perhaps, she would have been able to do that if an Emergency Distress Call [[member="Macharius Solaire"]] hadn’t chosen that very moment to chime in and fill every frequency. Oh, no. Warships? The droids were bad enough all on their own but if they could take control of actual warships? That would be an even bigger disaster. The evacuation shuttles wouldn’t be able to escape if they were taking fire from warships over ground troops. [member="Kiff Brayde"] responded to her previous request and the young woman nodded her head, forgetting, that he couldn’t see it.
“Thank you High Marshal. Did you hear the Distress Call that came in from the Southern Space Elevator? This whole operation could go from bad to worse if the droids can somehow access the warships…”
Gia didn’t know that [member="Kathryn Foster"] was already on the case and that she was already in communication with [member="Kiff Brayde"] over the issue. Perhaps, her question wasn’t needed, but the gentle woman couldn’t help but try to help where and when she could.
Her work in coordinating would have to come to a half for a little while another critical case was checked into a nearby first aid station. Gianna followed the medical personnel, and friendly-droids, into the tent and had to squeeze through to get a good look. What she saw, moreover, what she smelled made her want to back away. It was a middle-aged man that was covered with burns so deep that his skin had blackened in areas. Presumably, he’d gotten caught in a fire that consumed one of the buildings deeper in the city center.
“Move—Please.”, she commanded, adding a little influence to her voice, and the crowd parted like a stream that met a boulder. She stepped forward and looked at the med kit she had. Not enough bacta for this. Or kolto. Or sterile gauze. Emerald eyes closed as she made the split-second decision. Alternative method, indeed.
“I’ll take care of this. See to the rest of the people—Make sure they don’t riot, but, get them on the ships as quickly as you can.”
She took off her neoprene glove and lay her bare hand on a spot of the man that wouldn’t cause the patient further pain. “
Please, relax. I know this hurts. I know it’s unbearable…But it will be better soon. I promise.”
A soft white light began to emit from her palm. It was warm, welcoming, and anyone that lingered too long would likely be distracted by a sudden sense of peace. Gianna had tried to avoid tapping into the Force for healing at this juncture, mostly, because it wasn’t sustainable. She couldn’t take care of many people in this way without exhausting herself. Until [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] and [member="Jerek Morrows"] arrived though, hopefully, with more supplies and personnel…This was the only option.
One person at a time. In all the chaos, with all the fear that pervaded the area, the Jedi Knight remained steadfast. A beacon of hope, in a very, very dark place. She could do this.
One person at a time.
