Landing next to Pel and Obi-wan, I help form a trifecta of defense with them. The two managed to fight to a chokehold with the Slaaneshi - formerly 'dark elves', the disfigurement makes a little more sense now - they're using their sabers to cut down enemies getting too close while trying to fend off projectiles with the Force. At the same time I land behind the two Jedi,
Elise lands behind the Slaaneshi and
starts tearing them up like she has some kind of
grudge about it.
On our side of the canyon there's a loud thud followed by the two Jedi splitting just in time for me to process the giant tentacle-face-gorilla-thing bringing its heavy forelimb down to smash me. I don't even think about it and punch upward reflexively,
hoping fiercely that'll stop it somehow. My
environmental shield brightens and the thing
howls as my arm pierces it like somebody slapping their hand down on a nail, the ring
reinforcing me where I stand. My knees bend a little when the limb comes down and the ground underneath me shatters, the ring somehow
transfering the force of the blow through me and downward.
Unfortunately, that causes the entire part of the structure we're on to collapse, the supports giving way where the stone has shattered and they're suddenly no longer rooted in the canyon wall. Pel and Obi-wan begin to drop, but I don't think so. Thin cables of light catch them as the giant gorilla thing tumbles past them, bouncing off the canyon wall with an audible cracking noise as its chitin breaks.
Bringing the two of them to the other side of the bridges where Elise was fighting, all three of us land next to her. It's a little like seeing Ren when she goes on one of her rampages. There's a shudder, a seismic shockwave felt through the ground and I turn my head in Vera's direction.
"She's fighting Nemesis out there and I'm low on power." Before releasing Obi-wan and Pel I
refresh them, then reach a cable towards Elise -
Resistance detected. High levels of rage are preventing a connection.
- oh. Elise gives me a frown when my cable doesn't touch her. "
What, you think I got cooties now or something?"
"No, it's... you're so angry I can't make a connection to you."
That makes her blink, then frown at herself. "
I don't feel very angry."
"Everytime you speak, your hands pulse with red light, a little."
She looks down at her hands, turning them over to look at the back of them, the red glow the tips of her fur has taken on. Another tremor breaks her reverie. "I'm going to help." Then she's off and for the first time I can see how she's been climbing, grabbing the wall and almost throwing herself upwards recklessly, digging her fingertips in anytime gravity starts to assert itself. Makes scaling the walls look easy.
Next to me, Obi-wan deactivates his saber, spinning and attaching it to his belt. "Can you heal others the way you did for us a moment ago?"
"Yes, but I have - Ring?"
"23% power remaining."
"Right, that much. I lose flight at ten percent, so I'm getting limited in what I can do here."
He nods as Pel takes a running jump, launching herself off the ledge and freefalling to another one below, somehow landing without breaking her legs and taking off running to start fighting a few of the raiders who made their way down.
"Come, the wounded are this way." Kenobi turns and heads into a tunnel of the canyon, reigniting his saber for light and bathing the entire corridor in blue. Ring, do a quick scan, how many wounded do they have?
There are approximately 34 individuals with wounds of varying severity, five of which are currently in critical condition.
Estimated cost of healing them all?
11 percent.
I sigh inwardly. "I just took a look, I can heal them up but it's going to leave me almost useless, with only 12% power remaining."
He looks over his shoulder back at me for a second. "We're not there yet."
"I scanned them."
He turns for a second to look at me, looking for a device or something, almost walking right into the steel door at the end of the corridor. He catches himself at the last moment, opening it and holding it open for me as I follow him inside. They've created a makeshift hospital ward and I can see one
medical droid in a sorry state of repair along with a Vali providing some heavy lifting and two... well, they're definitely women, no doubt about that. A pair of nude, green women with flowers in their hair are helping to tend the wounded, apparently completely unshy about their nudity. No one seems to mind them letting it all hang out, either. Odd.
Can't say they aren't shapely either, with the whole
hourglass thing -
Whatever, I'm not here to oogle them all day.
Lets help some people.
Blue threads fan out from me, reaching out to touch the wounded and
restore them one by one. Doing this is a lot easier than the first time I tried it. I've
given hope to so many people with serious injuries,
conditions or diseases they thought were terminal, that bringing up memories to help me work up the power is a lot simpler.
The two flower girls look a little startled at first, arms up as the threads weave their way around them, then touch the two of them and check them over as well. Oh, that's interesting, they're some kind of
hybrid. Human and something else. Even the medical droid gets a refresher, the ring pulling its schematics from its memory and then using them to repair the thing to full functionality. Kenobi is watching me with a mix of concern and approval, one arm across his chest, hand holding his elbow while his other hand rests against his chin thoughtfully.
"Medical droid, what are you?"
"I am a 2-1B surgical droid."
"Did you suffer any memory damage before?"
"No. However, my ability to perform my full set of functions was limited by damage from the crash. I am now capable of full performance levels."
"Glad... to have helped." I glance over at the two green women who are
watching me, standing together. "That pretty much wipes me out, Master Kenobi. Ring,
state charge."
"11% charge remaining."
"Awh. Less than I thought I'd have."
"Oh, I wouldn't say the day is a total loss." He gives the two women an amused look. "Meet Po and Ro. They're teiflings. Sorry about the clothes, we've tried - "
"Oh, I don't mind. I don't mind."
