Location: North East Area of Cessna
[Civilian Bunker 2-B] --> Soon to be En route to the Sanctuary
Post: 3
Srina was able to see, first hand, why the local militia had warned against speeders. A civilian blew through the area, and the noise drew the attention of the Nightshrike’s, who swarmed and picked him off the swoop in an instant. It didn’t have enough protection. [member="BX-25233"] thanked her for the warning, and the assistance, and the pale Echani merely nodded her head. The title of
‘Dread Queen’ went mostly unnoticed, considering her concerns lay with the massive, carnivorous bats flying overhead.
“Cats are generally agile—I would assume the same of a Saber Cat. Perhaps it outwitted us. Or, it was already here, just under our noses.”
The rather talkative droid began to take shots at the Saber Cat in question and Srina was forced to turn back to her comms once more. It was difficult trying to maintain a communications presence and retain her head on her shoulders at the same time—but somehow, she managed. One of the Lotus teams, led by [member="Elisea Korrado"], radioed in for help with one of the nearby cities.
“For the moment I’m pinned but I can get other forces out to Vitalii shortly. We’ll get it done.”
The Sith Apprentice dispatched the Magnaguards that had accompanied her. They were deadly, swift, and efficient in ways that some droids were not. They should be more than sufficient, along with any other organics that followed, to help those fleeing Vitalii, and keep the citizens safe. This extermination held a very wide net. It didn’t seem that the creatures had spread all over the planet, not yet, but if left unchecked it was only a matter of time.
Srina did not see what happened to [member="Scherezade deWinter"] but, she did get the message from [member="BX-25233"] that something had happened to her and broke into a swift run. The Sith Apprentice blinked at the notion of someone needing duct tape but could only assume that the girl had been injured.
Again. What exactly was Katrine teaching her? How to be the best pin cushion in the verse? The sound of wings fluttering made her tense, and she nearly activated her saber again, but the presence of her Master stilled her hand.
Not for the first time she felt something bloom from nothing. She could feel Darth Metus not only in her mind, but perched, on her very shoulder. If she were a lesser woman she might have called the raven that he had become to protect her endearing.
‘You’ve had a late start. Is everything all right at Cessna Starport? I expected you sooner.’
It wasn’t long before the white-haired woman arrived at the bloody scene that was the deWinter girl. The Magnaguards were dispatching the rest of the Nightshrike’s so that the citizens could secure the bunker, and she knew, that Katrine as doing everything she could to find out what the source of the creature corruption was. It would be over, soon, and as she had promised previously…The Confederacy would see it done.
“What have you done to yourself?”, she breathed, silver eyes flickering, as she blocked their path. It would do Scherezade no good to keep moving as she was, even slowly, or carefully. Every step would tear the ragged edges of the wounds further.
They were in the middle of a war zone. There were a number of locations that might be able to offer her aid, but the scent of her blood, would do more harm than good. She might as well have been a beacon that signaled a good, easy, meal.
“Hold still.”, the apprentice murmured, feeling her eyes burn gold, as they always did when she accessed the dark side of the Force. There was delicate ebb and flow, a change in her demeanor, and she momentarily seemed to go deaf to their surroundings. It was not a good idea when there were Nightshrike’s randomly appearing from what seemed to be nowhere but she couldn’t help it. Her visions were strong, passed with the strength of a tsunami, and demanded to be heard. There was a way. Darth Metus did not seem to know it, but somehow, through his past experiences, Srina could piece together what Scherezade needed. He had not been able to heal her wounds from Tatooine. That had been left to [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] and the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi... Yet, this was not so severe.
Once upon of time Srina would have thought it impossible. Yet, she was not as she had once been.
‘Can we try, Master?’
Her question was for the raven on her shoulder. Silence, affirmed her request.
Yes. They would try.
“Captain…please remain vigilant. I will be momentarily indisposed. Ms. DeWinter—do not panic.”
She reached out for the young girl’s abdomen and rest her hand atop the girl’s small bloody fingers. Head tilting, as if she could hear something the others could not, her eyes closed as she began to focus and draw on that which had appeared to her. Eventually, she could see the wounds in her mind’s eye, angry swirling masses of pain, and she poured the force into the area. She took energy from herself, and from her Master, to stabilize Katrine’s young ward.
When she pulled away Scherezade would find that the area still ached, but, that the blood flow had mostly stopped. Instead of wide gashes, they were now thin and shallow. Srina herself felt breathless. She blinked, before shaking her head, and the action chased the yellow out of her gaze.
“I am not an experienced healer so you will still need treatment—But this should keep you going.”
“The nearest most comprehensive treatment area is the Sanctuary. The Order of the Sacred Lotus will be able to take care of this. BX-25233, I will need you to accompany this woman to the location I just tagged. I can also go with you, if you would like, but I won’t be able to stay long. These creatures will not execute themselves.”
Srina also needed to check in with Katrine. She would want to know what happened to the deWinter girl, and, the Sith Apprentice needed a status on the ‘
Cure’ her team was actively searching for. Her eyes flickered as she began to call one of their smaller craft, merely used for ground transport and noted it would be less than five minutes for the arrival.
“Transport will be arriving shortly.”
If the Echani was drained or bothered, she did her best not to show it. It was her duty to remain strong, unbroken, and sure of herself at all times. Leaders could not panic when the best-laid plans fell apart and the best of soldiers did not lose control at the tiniest sight of blood.