Operation Weedkiller V2

[Keira Priest]

Without a word Keira drew her knife and cut a strip of fabric from [member="Alkor Centaris"]' cloak, the alchemically altered blade serving to make things effortless. They had nothing to serve as a windlass in order to tighten it, and so improvisation would have to serve just as well as anything, as it usually did. For a few moments she looked over the wound before deciding on a placement for the makeshift tourniquet, knotting it in order to keep sufficient pressure. It wasn't the most ideal way to stop blood loss, but the loss of an arm was preferable to that of a life, especially in an age where cybernetics had advanced so far. After all, she would know.

"Take comfort in the pain. It means you're not dead yet." Perhaps not ideal words of encouragement, but encouragement for [member="Zephyr Carrick"] nonetheless. She looked to Alkor. "I'm decent at healing with the Force. Nothing like the Jedi, but I know enough to slow down blood loss, and maybe stop it at the major arteries. Every little bit helps, at this point." Even with the tourniquet in place, she didn't believe in taking chances. Releasing her breath slowly she drew the Force into herself, forming it into something entirely too lightweight and calm for what was average, holding that energy within for the time being. "Just say the word."

[member="Saverok"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor waited for [member="Keira Ticon"] to tighten the tourniquet before he ripped the large piece of shrapnel from the arm of [member="Zephyr Carrick"]. It would be considerably less painful than the tourniquet itself, which was tight for the sake of restricting bloodflow. The pain would still be there, of course. "With a wound like this, even a Master of Force Healing wouldn't be able to do much to save the arm with so little time," Alkor explained. "We don't know how long the shock lasted before he realized that he was wounded. With something like this, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes. We can't check the scale of damage without putting him under the knife, so to close anything without that knowledge would open him up to the risk of internal bleeding. We don't want that."

He glanced to Zephyr for a moment before and nodded slowly. "It's plausible to get him to a hospital and save the arm, but we only have minutes to work with. There's one possibility with modern advancements in medicine, however," Alkor did not like it himself, and if it were his body he would simply have dismissed the notion altogether. Nonetheless, he would offer the option to the boy. "If we sever the limb cleanly and keep the bloodflow constant, it is possible to keep the cells alive. From there, they could reconstruct the tissue and reaffix the limb. I could remove it with a lightsaber- quick, clean, and we wouldn't need to worry about you bleeding out," this was said to Zephyr directly, since it was his decision to make. "The limb as it is right now would probably die before we made it to the surface. At that point, you'd need full cybernetics or some other method of prosthesis in order to have any semblance of an arm again. Removal is the only remotely organic choice you have, realistically."

After this, he spoke to the armored woman. "You could achieve the necessary artificial prolonging of bloodflow and processes with Force Healing," he explained. "At least when we get back to a place with proper medics on staff, they can save the arm and seal up all the damage."

There was very little time to spend in making the decision. "Well?"

As he spoke, a small ball of super hot Ultrachrome barelled through the air toward the dropship. It rocketed toward Alkor, who brought up his hand at blinding speed and snatched it out of the air then spiked it toward the floor. It split, and a strange goo within sizzled and writhed...

[member="Saverok"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

It was so hard to try and contain myself. The pain that came with the tourniquet, and the removing of the shrapnel with Alkors hand, Even still being held out. My body was shaking from the shock, and the pain. Keira told me that the pain meant I was still alive, barely. If this piece of shrapnel had hit the back of my neck, I would have died, or been paralyzed. I kept my eyes closed, and my mouth clenched so tightly, I thought I might lose my teeth.

The ideas were now coming up. And it was clear, I was going to lose my limb. It was going to be removed at one point or another. I hated this. Try and get my arm back with the technology we had, or have some kind of prosthesis, or cybernetics to repair my arm. I had been a karking idiot. Already I could feel the ramifications of having gone down to the planet and killing people. Now I was losing something of myself. Damnit!

Even through the pain, I made my decision. If I was losing my arm, then I was losing it. I didn't want to bleed out either, or have to wait for medical attention that may, or may not save my arm. Looking at Alkor,

"Cut it off."

I wasn't going to have an arm after this. I deserved this punishment. It was going to be replaced with a prosthesis. I would not be proud of this scar, but it would remind me not to allow myself to fall so deeply into my emotions, and into the Dark Side of the Force. She might be mad at me for it, but it was a choice I would have to live with.

"Cut it off, and hold onto the arm."

[member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Keira Ticon"],

 

[Zef Halo]

"Facility's gone."

Zef was fully aware of that as he watched the remains of it fly aimlessly in space. The asteroid was pretty much intact. Per Zef's orders they had concentrated fire upon the facility itself. At such a range there was little to no chance of misfire. The Mandalorians had left the asteroid just on time and the dropship had safely docked back in the Gunray Star Destroyer. In such occassions, Zef had the urge to scratch his chin but his buy'ce would not allow that.

"Captain. Dispatch collectors immediately to bring the remains of beskar from the facility remains itself. They should have dug already deep enough, so send forth immediately a mining company to begin excavation process."

"Good idea!" The captain nodded and went to do as ordered.

Mand'alor would be happy that the Mandalorians were going to make this operation more productive than expected.

No beskar left behind.