Private Sabotage

[Valery Noble]

Space

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Outfit: Factory Link
Ship: Link
Tag: BB-610

Valery wasn't even registering what Bee cycled through in terms of ship systems. All she knew is that they were making the jump back to Coruscant, but the status of all other systems didn't matter to her right now. She was just trying to remain conscious and breathed heavily as she allowed the Force to flow through her body.

It helped fight back the pain, but it still wasn't enough to keep Bee from noticing that something was wrong. Usually, she was very encouraging while he worked, and talkative during the often longer trips back. But ever since she boarded the X-wing, she hadn't even said a word to him.

She felt terrible about it, but how would he react to her being injured?

"I'm..." she gritted her teeth and sighed. "I got hit, Bee. I'll be okay but I need to get it patched up."

The tremors of exiting hyperspace caused her to groan in pain, but she kept fighting it. "I thought it was just a burn wound, but I think it runs deeper." Her voice was significantly weaker, and with every passing minute, it was getting worse. Luckily, the X-wing touched down soon, systems went offline and the canopy opened.

But Valery remained seated.

"Can you...maybe... get some... bacta patches?" she asked weakly through heavy breaths.

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Coruscant |
| TAG: Valery Noble |

"I got hit, Bee. I'll be okay but I need to get it patched up."

Immediately, BB-610's attention increased tenfold, any semblance of relaxation fizzling out in an instant as his servos tensed, central optic constricting in shock. He'd seen her get hit, but perhaps the droid had far too unrealistic a perception of the Jedi. To him, Valery was unstoppable, flawless - she was his hero, and no matter how difficult times had been for them, she had always pulled through. Perhaps it was because he chalked it up to the magic of the Jedi he didn't quite understand, or perhaps it was simply due to him not wanting to acknowledge the very real risk of injury, but the astromech had assumed she was fine despite it all. It was clear to him now just how wrong he was.

What ensued was hectic blurts of bweeps and clicks as BB-610 panicked, wobbling from side to side from within the astromech slot, talking over himself with repeated asks if Valery was okay, why she didn't tell him sooner, if she was going to live, and a myriad of other things that were drowned out by the droid's warbled hysterical binary. As the Jedi asked him for help, not a single second was wasted, lowering himself from the X-wing's socket and thumping onto the ground, quickly swirling and rolling as fast as he could towards the Temple.

Chassis a blur as his motors whirred incredibly loudly, BB-610 hurriedly sped through the Temple halls, smacking and bumping carelessly into the passerbys unfortunate enough to not move in time. Rolling towards a door as it slid open, the droid flew down a flight of stairs, sparks flinging as he crashed and slammed without any semblance of grace or dignity, landing on the ground and worrying about any possible damages later while he made haste to the infirmary. Snatching up four-- no, five- no no, ten bacta patches (just to be sure), BB-610 hastily backtracked, swinging haphazardly up the stairs with his grapple hooks and swerving past Jedi and droids on his way back to the X-wing.

Screaming in synthesized droidspeak as he announced his return to Valery, the astromech promptly made his way over. Tool-bay disks opening as his utility arm retrieved the stored bacta patches, handing them out. He wasn't a medical droid, but BB-610 was still confident that he could help her, bweeping in concern as he asked her to show him the wound.

 

[Valery Noble]

Space

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Outfit: Factory Link
Ship: Link
Tag: BB-610

Despite the pain and lack of energy, the corners of Valery's lips tugged up into a smile. She knew that, no matter what, Bee would always be willing to help her, and he wasted no time. She couldn't feel his presence or hear him, but somehow she felt as if she could still follow him as he moved through the Temple. Was she developing a bond beyond just simple friendship with him? She wasn't sure if the Force allowed such a thing, but whatever it was, it brought her comfort.

He was going to make it.

Soon, while she felt her consciousness slowly slipping away from her, the screaming of her friend could be heard, and it forced her wide awake again. She turned, looked out of the cockpit, and finally pushed herself to climb out. When she settled on the ground, she was shaking on her feet, and she quickly couldn't take it anymore. First, she went down to her knees, bringing herself closer to Bee's height, but even that was demanding.

"My back..." she said weakly. "You'll have to... cut the tunic," she told him before she decided to just lay down on her stomach in the middle of the hangar. The shot between her shoulder blades had not only burned her skin, but the impact had caused some internal damage. There was blood, and even though much of it had dried up, it still looked nasty.

Only if he managed to cut away some of the fabric around the wound, he'd be able to apply the patches.

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Coruscant |
| TAG: Valery Noble |


As Valery fell to her knees, the droid recoiled, surprised, before leaning forward to try and support her, head tilting back as to let her body rest along the curve of his chassis while gingerly lowering her to the ground. Rolling over to oversee the Jedi's back, BB-610 caught sight of the rather serious scorching between her shoulders, wincing with a cringe in the form of a warbled, synthetic whirr. Rotating his shell to retrieve his welding saw from one of his disks, BB-610 gently inched forward, saw buzzing to life as his utility arm emerged to hold the fabric of Valery's tunic steady, lifting it slightly before the buzz saw sliced through it, gliding along and splitting it in half to expose her upper half, toned flesh glistening from blood and sweat.

Fidgeting from artificial adrenaline as the astromech steadied himself and tried to concentrate, BB-610 quietly bweeped that he was going to apply some adhesive to prevent infection and further blood loss. Rotating once more to select the correct disk, a small compartment slid open to reveal a tube, which promptly began coating Valery's wound with a thin layer of silicone gel, cold to the touch and stinging ever so slightly.

As it dried, BB-610 glanced at one of the bacta patches. Glancing back at Valery's blaster wound, the tip of the droid's utility arm gently nudged the Jedi's left bra strap to the side, before grabbing the bacta patch and softly applying it to the injury. Spreading the cloth around the wound, BB-610 put a tiny bit of pressure on it to properly connect the patch's gelatinous underbelly to the burn, clasps attached to the skin around it as the bacta began working its magic.

Rolling back around to face Valery, bweeping solemnly, BB-610 tried to reassure her that she'd be okay. As the hangar's onlookers caught sight of what had happened, help was called, and it was only a matter of time before Valery was taken before a bacta tank. Until then, however, BB-610 would keep her company, humming quietly in an attempt to comfort her - the same tune the two of them had sang when they repaired their X-wing with Jalen. While the pair of them waited, the droid chirped once more, softly telling Valery that their mission was a success, and that she was the best Jedi he'd ever seen. Cooing affectionately, BB-610 lowered his head, nuzzling up against Valery's face.

 

[Valery Noble]

Space

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Outfit: Factory Link
Ship: Link
Tag: BB-610

With Bee using his body to support her, Valery managed to lie down a lot more comfortably before the inevitable discomfort of treatment would kick in. She had already started tapping into the Force to accelerate her body's natural healing, but it would take too much time, and she was in pain from the injuries. So as much as she stubbornly wanted to ignore treatment, she had asked for it this time and remained still so Bee could do his work.

People all around them began to look, and they noticed a rather familiar Jedi Master on her stomach in the middle of the Hangar. Valery didn't care and tried to focus on her breathing when Bee cut open her tunic from top to bottom, splitting it in half to allow him access to her wounds. She'd have preferred some more privacy, given the fact he had to even adjust her bra, but luckily most seemed to realize that as well.

They hurried away to get help, rather than stand and watch.

"That's... much better, Bee," Valery said after she felt the bacta perform its magic. The pain was already starting to fade, and while it would take more to heal her up completely, she knew that she'd be alright. "Thank you for always helping me, buddy," Valery pushed herself up enough to wrap her arm around his metallic body, and rested her forehead against him for a hug.

"Could you uh, maybe get me some new clothes too? Once I'm out of that bacta tank, I don't want to give people too big of a show." She flashed him a grin and signaled to the healers that she was ready to be moved to the Bacta tank for healing.

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Coruscant |
| TAG: Valery Noble |


Relief washed over his systems. She was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. It wasn't a life threatening injury-- it never was, but for BB-610, the idea of losing Valery was enough for him to contemplate shutting down permanently. She had given him purpose, love, and support when nobody else had, and without her, the droid felt as though he was nothing. It was an inevitability, of course, as distant as it were. Valery ages more every day, and even by that miniscule amount, it's all the difference to a droid. He will have to watch her grow old, watch Vera grow up, outgrow him, and it was a thought he hated having. He'll get to it when it happens, he thought. For now, he'll cherish the time he does have with the person he loved the most.

Bweeping happily as he leaned into her hug, he told her that he'll always be there to help her. They'd be separated for a while as Valery's injury fully healed, but BB-610 would be there waiting for her the second she was free. With new clothes for her, of course-- the astromech didn't quite understand social norms as a result of being so drastically different. A bare chest was a bare chest to him, and while he wasn't sure what the concern was with the slicing he'd made to her tunic to expose her upper half, BB-610 wanted to make her happy all the same and gladly respected her choices. Nodding as he chirped affirmatively, the sound of footsteps grew louder as a group of medics rushed over.

As the astromech rolled to the side as to make room for them, BB-610 peered up at his Master one last time, beeping a solemn 'goodbye', keeping his central optic focused on her for as long as he possibly could while Valery was scooped up and placed on a transport bed. Upon watching the Jedi get carried into the Temple, BB-610 knew that he would see her again soon, with that bright smile and fiery optimism he'd grown so utterly fond of.

But for now, it was time to make sure she didn't leave half naked.