To Heal A Hero

[Geneviève Lasedri]

A roar of static splashed over the comms suddenly, and Geneviève had to turn the volume down. "Gen? Can you hear me?" Drast.

"I can! I hear you!" Her usually sullen mood was replaced by one of an exuberant girl that had never existed, her voice ecstatic and--remarkably--joyful despite its sickly, hoarse sound. It was a struggle just to speak.

But Saran was alive. That meant Geneviève still had a chance to live as well. "Saran! I hear you! Can you hear me?" she rasped as she dropped her gun and darted her eyes around the heavens, trying to find where the signal could be coming from. There was no spacecraft streaking across the black forever as far as she could see, but there was a voice, and that was comfort in itself.

[member="Regor Laxvan"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Saran Drast"], [member="Yetari Sellix"]

 

[Yetari Sellix]

Too slow? No one was fast enough to stop the destruction that the Sith brought. Not even the Jedi.

Yetari knew this first hand when the coming of the Sith to Coruscant brought about the death of his family. Even if the Sith say they tried to keep the casualties low, it didn't count for the Jedi, and it didn't count for anyone who happened to be at their precious temple during its destruction. The doctor had never faced a Sith in combat before, or really faced that much combat in general, but from what he heard you had to be pretty nuts to fight one. Or...quite brave.

"I'm doing my best to help her get through this," he muttered softly while glancing at the woman now beside him, "but I need some space and time. You'll be lucky if I can get her out of this comatose state after I fix her body up."

He was still cutting bit by bit into her leg, using a flexclamp to pinch off a blood vessel in the way of his target. The slim piece of metal had embedded itself dangerously well, and it took the combined force of steady hands and his pliers to pull it out as gently as possible. Once the bloody thing was removed he used the flash sterilizer once more, quickly stitched the wound up, and used a cauterizer to sear it shut before putting a bacta bandage over it. He repeated the process with the much smaller fragments in the other parts of her leg, and sighed as he considered what to do next.

"You people are fools..."

[member="Regor Laxvan"]
[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

There was no answer. Was she already going mad, all alone in the depths of the universe and with an actual timer counting down the agonizing seconds until death? It was certainly plausible. "Saran, please tell me you're there..." She adjusted the volume again, but even the static was dissipating.

Geneviève sank to her knees, pleading to the stars for salvation. The eerie, yellow eyes continued to look down on her, taunting the young woman, unrelenting. She eyed her gun again as she sifted her gloved hands through the dust of this ball of nothingness. She had a choice she could make. Was there still hope?

She picked up her gun and began to carefully descend the slope leading into the crater. Why? Because it seemed like a good place to die.

[member="Yetari Sellix"], [member="Saran Drast"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Yetari Sellix]

For whatever reason the more Yetari continued working to save the young woman's life, the more it seemed she faded away. Her vital signs were beginning to recover, but his damned father left him with an unwanted tool as well; the force. He was untrained in it, but through it the doctor was able to sense a familiar presence in her that was getting weaker and weaker every passing moment, which caused him to become more and more nervous and hectic in his work. Another reading with the sensor showed the bone fractures she had across her body, and after a few minutes with the bone-knitter most of them were properly set and on their way to being mended.

Still...it just wasn't enough. Yetari used his hypospray to put more medicine into her body and looked over his work to make sure she would at least be in a stable condition, but her vitals just wouldn't stop dropping! What was he doing wrong?! The question plagued the doctor's mind as he paced around the room, grunting in annoyance at his own inability to help her stay alive, before letting out a roar of anger and kicking over one of his tables in anger, its contents spilling and scattering across the floor. He couldn't save his mother, his wife, or his daughter and he wasn't able to keep his father from leaving all those years ago, but he would be damned if someone who needed his help was going to be allowed to die like this!

"Wake up you little idiot!" Yetari grabbed the sides of the operating table with his hands as he yelled, gripping the metal intensely, "Wake up so I can put you back down for being so stupid!"

[member="Regor Laxvan"]
[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Saran Drast"]
[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Saran Drast]

Saran smiled to herself as she heard [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]'s reply. "Gen, don't move. Can you tell me where you are?" she asked, attempting to move deeper into the woman's mind, trying to bring her back as best she could. Would it work? She didn't know. But she could tell the woman was dreaming.

A ghostly image appeared on the edge of the crater, the phantom copying Saran's actions in real life. "Geneviève." It said, calling to her. The phantom did no more than sit there, but even that would hopefully be enough.
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Sweat began to pour from Saran as she concentrated on bringing her back. It hurt, but she didn't focus on it. Scars began to glow on her wrists and arms, and after a while, one opened. A burn where healthy shin had once been. Why? The Force is mysterious. But the harder Saran tried to pull Gen away from death....

....the closer she would come to it.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

She was about halfway down the slope when Drast's voice returned, though it was not accompanied by static or any sort of radio distortion. It sounded muffled; nearby. Lasedri stopped in her tracks and turned about slowly, attempting to pinpoint the source of the sound. How was she hearing anything?

An apparition revealed itself at the brim of the crater from whence Geneviève had come. It was a complete likeness of the rogue Jedi, calling her by name. "Gen, don't move. Can you tell me where you are?" it asked. Surely Gen was going crazy if she was seeing and hearing ghosts.

"I don't know where I am. But it's far enough." The unkowingly comatose woman glanced briefly at her HUD. She was feeling pain--a broiling pain--but her vitals all read in the clear. "Saran, did you die? Did we die?"

[member="Saran Drast"], [member="Yetari Sellix"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Saran Drast]

"Not yet." Saran replied, as pain shot through her. "Gen, I need you to move to me." Saran said, her voice audible both in [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]'s mind, and to those in the clinic. The phantom could only do what Saran was doing. And so, as she spoke, those outside the realm the phantom inhabated would only hear Saran's side of the conversation.
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The burn, one on her hand, spread out until it was obviously a blaster wound. Another scar blazed open, a saber cut on her shoulder. She needed to get Gen up soon, or she'd be in trouble.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Rationally, Gen could not think of any reason that moving closer to an apparition would actually help her out, unless it was to comfort her in her last moments. A shock of pain flamed up in her hand and then her shoulder, nearly unbearable. Yet, somehow the pain felt... abstract. It was not within herself, as insane as that may sound.

Struggling to the rim of the crater, Geneviève's helmet penetrated the orange fog, allowing clarity as she gazed upon Drast's figure. She could discern the openings of wounds in the same places that she was feeling the immense, caustic sensations. "It's you," she uttered, still not entirely comprehending what she was witnessing. "I'm feeling you, Saran. What's going on?"

[member="Saran Drast"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore turnd to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] "gen just do watever Saran siad, it will help" regore tund to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] , beceas the doc seemd bussy regore tryd to dress her wound whit the limetd medical knoleges he had, hoping it mixht eas her pian.

 

[Mrrew]

(Augh sorry for late reply, notifications didn't go through)

Mrrew watched very carefully as Saran communicated with Gen. He had absaloutely no idea what was going on- injuries were appearing out of nowhere all over the Miralukan... Mrrew glanced frantically at the doctor, then back to the girl, then back to Gen. How come every time he left his ship he ran into the Force in one way or another? This wasa ridiculous. Couldn't they just have a routine healing without all this strange poodoo happening? The Togorian frowned, continuing to watch the scene unfold, feeling completely useless.

 

[Yetari Sellix]

The force.

It was a mystery even to those who spent their whole lives studying it, and as [member="Saran Drast"] began to glow with a strange light and seemingly spoke with the person unconscious before them Yetari remembered just how much he hated, feared, and was humbled by the power of the force and those who could wield it. He was sensitive to the force as well, but up to now it was something he always kept locked away and refused to acknowledge. If this woman could heal her friend even a little with it...why shouldn't Yetari do the same?

The longer the strange woman used her ability the more he could feel her suffering, so the doctor sprung into action by tossing [member="Mrrew"] and [member="Regor Laxvan"] some vials of bacta salves and a few injectors before rummaging through more of his tools.

"You two do what you can to keep your glowing friend going with that medicine while I do this!" He got on his hands and knees as he looked through the objects scattered on the ground, finally finding what he wanted among it all, "Give me some time to prove why I'm a doctor."

Yetari jumped to his feet and moved over to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"], her body healing but her spirit fading, and forced a stim plug into the skin of her neck. It would inject a stimulant into her body, as well as sending out a small electronic discharge to try and wake her up. It did its first job, then began charging up for the electric discharge as he stood back an watched. If his own medical training was not enough and the force was not enough, maybe together they could create a miracle.

 

[Saran Drast]

"[member="Geneviève Lasedri"], I can't do this much longer. Please, get out of here." Pain was flowing through her body, the injuries she had received throughout her life now blazing open. She understood what she was doing. She maybe had half a minute before she was forced to leave, and she needed to get Gen out before that. It was Saran's fault they were here, after all. She should have been quicker.
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More and more blaster wounds appeared over her body, her skin now looking like she had been peppered by a repeater. The sweat pouring down her face began to hint at a redish color as the strain pushed her to her limit. Her entire body felt as if she was on fire.
[member="Yetari Sellix"] [member="Mrrew"] [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew blinked down at the bacta vials he only barely managed to catch, frowning. He had no idea how to heal, he hardly even knew what Bacta was. And hehad absalotuely no idea how to help. But he did his best, nontheless. The large Togorian quicly moved over to Saran, and started dumping the vials onto her wounds. It may not be much help, but it was better then nothing, and he was trying his best...

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

"How do I get out, Saran? Tell me how I frakkin' get out of here." Gen waved her gun in the air in distress and tossed it as far as she could--which was actually quite far due to the low gravity of this solitary rock she was on. She felt her heart rate speed up suddenly, briefly stunned as if her body had been hit by a lightning bolt. She gasped and began to hyperventilate.

The stars began to fall one-by-one and the surface of her little 'world' dimmed until it was all but invisible. Was this death?


"This isn't how it works," she mumbled aloud. Her body was stiff; immoveable. She felt the faintest of breezes and the texture of flesh against her skin--her own skin. And there was a presence she felt nearby--no, there were two. The faintest of silhouettes could be made out by her in the darkness. She recognized nothing, and yet this world seemed more... real.

She whispered to the two shadows, delirious. "I'm blind. Help."

[member="Saran Drast"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Yetari Sellix"]

 

[Regor Laxvan]

Regore chaugt the vials, and started aplieng it to [member="Saran Drast"] 's woundes, thoug he had no idea if it would work, his knoleges on the force was extremely limited.
[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]
[member="Mrrew"]
[member="Yetari Sellix"]

 

[Yetari Sellix]

Yetari watched and waited for what seemed like an eternity in those brief few moments, but it was proven to be not in vain as a weak voice broke the silence. At first it was so brief and low in volume that he thought it was a voice in his head, but as he opened his eyes and looked to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] he realized it was indeed his patient who was speaking. The doctor's mouth was open in silent shock, and he inched closer to try and hear her if she spoke again.

"I'm blind. Help."

He watched her mouth move this time, and his own began to form into a smile at the success of their hard work. Yetari had to use all of his strength to keep his composure instead of breaking into an excited series of cheers, instead putting his second wind of energy to work in removing the stim plug and looking over to his force-using partner in healing. He moved past [member="Regor Laxvan"] and [member="Mrrew"] towards [member="Saran Drast"] with an injector in hand.

"You two check on our newly awoken friend there, while I make sure this one doesn't end up on the operating table next."

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew smiled broadly, and quickly moved over towards Geneieve. He'd done it. Shew as going to be alright. Hopefully. Not like he was paticularly attached to her or anything... No, no, that couldn't be,. At least that's what he told himself. But she wasimportant to the galaxy, as leader of the Rebel Alliance.... Yep, that was why. The Togorian stared down to Gen, frowning.

"Can you hear me?"

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

A garbled command penetrated her pulsing ears, causing momentary panic. The voice sounded masculine and unfamiliar--though the aural distortion her brain was receiving could hardly discriminate between voices at the moment. But she knew, somehow, that the man was foreign to her. She felt as electrically as she could feel Drast. Gen shivered.

"I'm a Republic citizen. I deserve a fair hearing," Lasedri murmured. She still could not see. Where was she?

[member="Saran Drast"], [member="Mrrew"], [member="Yetari Sellix"], [member="Regor Laxvan"]

 

[Mrrew]

Mrrew frowned as [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] murmured in her sleep, and glanced back to the doctor. He had no idea what was going on. No idea what was happening to her. There was a reason he wasn't a medic.

"What the Feth is happening?"

 

[Yetari Sellix]

"What the Feth is happening?"

Yetari turned to see what the commotion was about, directing [member="Regor Laxvan"] to continue healing [member="Saran Drast"] while he stood and quickly made his way to the operating table. [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] was mumbling something that he couldn't quite make out yet, but something seemed wrong about it all. He leaned in towards her face, his ear pointed towards her mouth so as to hear her answer better.

"How are you feeling? And what are you trying to say?"