Vanya was sure she was going to forget which medical tent she was supposed to be going to but her attention was quickly torn back to the chaos of the fighting ahead.
By the time they had started to push back to abomination and Hapan forces, Vanya had nearly forgotten she was going to pay a visit to the wounded and see if they had gained any useful intelligence from their forward advance.
Not very Jedi of you, Vanya, she thought to herself as she realized she was really only going for that one reason. Was it the kind, gentle, and sensitive thing to do? No, but Vanya was here as a combat leader not a healer or a friend. That... would have to come later.
She made her way back to the medical tent and put a hand to her face. Whatever exhaustion she felt paled in comparison to the mangled and broken bodies of the wounded. War was never a pretty thing, but something about abominations always managed to make things that much worse.
She started making her way through the tents, questioning droids and healers alike about where she could find the surviving members of the western offensive.
She had worked with young people and Padawans before - even Vanya wasn't that old - but she found herself a bit shocked when she found out the person on the other end of that radio was a kid.
You were with Zeta Squad? she asked. She could already sense the apprehension and perhaps even terror that flowed through him after what had happened, and she knew she would be pretty much the worst person to help him with that. She wasn't a pillar of empathy.
@Zay
By the time they had started to push back to abomination and Hapan forces, Vanya had nearly forgotten she was going to pay a visit to the wounded and see if they had gained any useful intelligence from their forward advance.
Not very Jedi of you, Vanya, she thought to herself as she realized she was really only going for that one reason. Was it the kind, gentle, and sensitive thing to do? No, but Vanya was here as a combat leader not a healer or a friend. That... would have to come later.
She made her way back to the medical tent and put a hand to her face. Whatever exhaustion she felt paled in comparison to the mangled and broken bodies of the wounded. War was never a pretty thing, but something about abominations always managed to make things that much worse.
She started making her way through the tents, questioning droids and healers alike about where she could find the surviving members of the western offensive.
She had worked with young people and Padawans before - even Vanya wasn't that old - but she found herself a bit shocked when she found out the person on the other end of that radio was a kid.
You were with Zeta Squad? she asked. She could already sense the apprehension and perhaps even terror that flowed through him after what had happened, and she knew she would be pretty much the worst person to help him with that. She wasn't a pillar of empathy.
@Zay