Open for characters who got injured during the battle and need some help, any Jedi or Sith or any Star Guardians or volunteers helping out!
Yavin IV
Jedi Temple
Jedi Temple
The largest battle at the Jedi Temple was over when smoke began to fill the Yavin sky. It wasn't until that point that the Star Guardians made it to Yavin IV. It was rumored that the ships initially traveled to the wrong Yavin before arriving at Yavin IV. Regardless of what had truly happened, they arrived and quickly established a first aid camp near the battle-scarred fields. The ground erupted with tents and beds, medical supplies were ready, and the staff was briefed.
"Star Defenders, split onto two groups. Group A will travel to the Jedi Temple's western fields. Anyone who is still alive will be brought back to the camp." Clove stood before her men and women, her face paler than usual. A large white creature with proud feather wings and four eyes nuzzled her shoulder. "Your job, Group B, is to go to the front of the Jedi Temple; we've received word from Imperial Commander Din that there are still Jedi and Sith alive on the main battlefield. I can only assume that the number of survivors is greater than the one he gave us. I'll fly overhead to the coordinates and provide you with as much information as possible."
There were murmurs among the crowd, but within minutes, the defenders were split into two groups, both of which rushed into action. Clove jumped into the saddle, running her hand through Bib's fur. "Please don't let me fall." She whispered in his ear. It was their first mission together, and to be honest, she wasn't holding up very well. Her hands were trembling, and her mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. But she pushed on, the mission far more important than her own feelings or the lingering death of souls she once knew.
With one hand on her commlink, Clove quickly took off from the ground and headed toward where most of the fighting had happened—directly in front of the Jedi Temple. Bib's white fur and wide wings stood out against the grey smoke clouds, a symbol of hope for anyone still alive on the fields.
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