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Peedunkee could get used to this. He was standing on an outdoor walkway, peering over the edge to marvel and the cerulean skies of Bespin. Per usual he knew practically nothing about the planet he was on, but he did know that it was beautiful. It was times like these that made it easy to forget not too long ago he was stuck in hutt space as a slave and pit fighter. He still had a ways to go to be considered 'respectable' but he was taking things one step at a time. Not needing to fight every night to sustain himself financially was doing wonders for his energy and ferocity when he did inevitably end up in a tussle or two. Ever since he'd freed himself he'd met many people helping him along the way. Sometimes it made him suspicious. Like he was being guided by some kind of will apart from his own, a power bringing him to meet all these individuals that had helped him grow stronger and smarter. He still had no name, still couldn't speak much Basic to supplement his huttese, but he was ready to show the galaxy what he was made of. That's how he'd been pitched this job anyways.

Weeks earlier he had caught the eye of a self titled 'businessman' looking to hire him for an upcoming operation. He made it sound simple enough. Peedunkee was to serve as some hired muscle to make sure their target didn't break free. Their mark was a senator's aide with a residence here in the city, a twi'lek woman named "somethingsomething". Peedunkee hadn't been listening intently to all the details. What he had paid attention to however were his boss' promises. The devaronian man promised him that if they managed to capture this person they'd make him king of whatever planet he chose. It was an obvious lie, but Peedunkee was far from the brightest star in the galaxy. So of course he went along with the man called Iroftis' plan. He certainly wasn't complaining so far. He'd been well fed on the way and got to sleep in a nice bed on their ship and everything. It was already more luxury than he was used to, and it made him all the more eager to get his hands on the aide. He couldn't imagine the wealth he'd inherit once he was king of Ilum.

<"Boy, our target's on the move. Time to get on our dancin' shoes."> Iroftis spoke in his ear via communicator in huttese. Answering back he said <"I'll be right there!"> He took one last glance out at the horizon, all the swirling clouds below and felt something stir in him. It was that same feeling he'd gotten before, that unseen force he'd never truly understood. Somehow deep down, something told him today would be a special day. With that he darted down the street to the rented speeder belonging to Iroftis and his assembled crew. They were four in total including Peedunkee. Along for the ride were also Oxxan, a rodian slicer, and Vesuun, their dug pilot/getaway driver. With them all piled into the speeder they set off down the city streets on an intercept course with the senator's aide. "All right boys and girls, song's comin' on strong so stick to the beat. Nab the lady, get her in the speeder, switch rides to get any heat off us then head to the ship and get outta here. Anyone gets separated from the jam just make your way back to the ship. Got it?" The other two gave nods in response and Peedunkee gave a big thumbs up, despite the fact that he hadn't quite understood what Iroftis had said.

To the aide it was just another ride to her office and there just so happened to be a speeder behind her making all the same turns as her driver behind them. She was too buried in her datapad to notice their tail. Now, Iroftis had intended to wait for the opportune moment to strike, on a less crowded street and with both speeders at a stop to make their move. But Peedunkee had understood "get in her speeder", which led to the ensuing chaos. He stood up in the speeder in a crouched position "Hey what the-" was all Iroftis could manage in protest before he lept from their speeder and into their target's. "AGHHHHH!" The twi'lek screamed at the sudden inclusion of a small blue man next to her. Her driver was startled and started swerving wildly, sending several pedestrians and other vehicles into panic trying to avoid the out of control speeder. The woman tried to slap him away which only made him more eager to give in to his natural instinct for aggression. He laid a solid blow to the side of her face, knocking the woman who'd probably never come to physical blows with anyone out. Seeing this and desperately trying to eject Peedunkee, he slammed hard on the brakes, sending the young aloxian flying off the front of the speeder to a very painful ground below.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, his little maneuver meant Iroftis' speeder trailing close behind had no chance to stop itself from a head on collision. With a deafening crunch the two speeders began to tumble and roll off the streets and into the busy walkways crowded with people. When Peedunkee managed to get his bearing and take in his surroundings all he saw was mayhem. All the occupants had been thrown from their vehicles, some weren't moving. Bystanders all around were fleeing in a panic, one of the speeders had burst into flame and the other threatened to do the same. He saw no sign of Iroftis anywhere. He gritted his teeth as he stood up, frantically searching for what he should do next. Then he caught sight of their target. The twi'lek was curled up on the ground with a leg that was pointing the wrong direction. He made his way towards her, determined to get what they'd come for. As he got close he saw her pull out a comlink and send a message to someone before passing out once more. Oxxan had sliced the city's network to ensure if anything went sideways the local authorities wouldn't hear about it for some time. He just had to hope whoever the twi'lek had called for help didn't get there before they could make their escape.
 

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Things had gotten a little crazy since Clara walked into Clove's old office. There wasn't much time for a break between preparing for a PR statement and being swamped with meetings. Not that she cared too much; she enjoyed her work and being busy. But every now and then, she had to put her datapad down and make her way to one of the few balconies.

The Star Guardian facility on Bespin was stunning, in Clara's opinion the most capable structure yet. The outer layers were a stark white to blend in with the rest of cloud city, while the roof and balcony were lushly green. Like all the other SG structures, there was an indoor garden in the atrium, but she preferred the small garden they created at the backside. It was necessary to grow the plants and herbs needed to reduce the hospital's operating costs and earn some extra money, but it looked genuinely cute. And, as luck would have it, her balcony overlooked the garden. Although, it wasn't really luck. Bob had told her that Clove loved nature and despised how un-naturey Bespin was, so having a view of the garden made sense.

Clara didn't know how long she'd been standing on the balcony, eyes closed, sun on her skin. She'd almost think it was idyllic. Almost. Because a series of loud clangs broke the silence, causing Clara to open her green eyes. The woman frowned as she looked around the skyline, trying to figure out what had happened and where. And it wasn't hard to miss; a cloud of black smoke was rising into the sky. All she did for a few seconds was scan the scene in the distance to see if she could estimate the damage and if the Star Guardians were needed. But the longer she looked, the more she realized the scale of the accident.

Clara dashed down to the main entrance, clutching her comlink in her hand. "Everyone on alert, a major accident occurred not far from here. I urgently require the assistance of the emergency team. Prepare our ships to transport injured civilians to the medical bay; I'll send you the coordinates." The commlink came to life for a split second, with everyone responding to confirm their orders. Clara opened the entrance door with her hip and quickly ran down the outer stairs, making her way to one of the few speeders, where a few Star Guardians had begun to gather.

When everyone arrived, all of the speeders they owned took off to the accident site. She had no idea how bad the accident was; there was only so much she could see from a distance. But the Force had warned her that it wouldn't be pretty.

And the Force was right. It wasn't pretty. It was a complete shambles. Two speeders collided with a crowd of people, with one catching fire and the other risking a similar fate. To make matters worse, she was unable to contact the local authorities. No, it was direr than that; she couldn't contact anyone who wasn't a member of the Star Guardian network. Strange, because no communication tower seemed to have been hit. Did this imply that it wasn't just a regular accident? "Defenders, be alert. I think this may be some sort of assault." Not long after the speeders arrived, and it was show time.

"Defenders, split into two groups. Group A will scout for any danger and put out any fires. Group B will be in charge of evacuating civilians." Clara addressed her men and women. "Medics are also divided into two groups. Group A will set up a treatment and stabilization area for injured civilians. Group B will join Defender's group B." She wasn't sure how many civilians had been hit; they might not need a makeshift treatment area, but she wasn't going to take any chances. The Star Guardians sprang into action after quickly assigning themselves to their respective groups.

Clara herself went to the disaster site and joined group B. While the safety of the treatment site sounded appealing, she despised sitting still and waiting. She knew she'd be more useful leading group B and healing the injured people who needed help right away. She and her team started rushing through the area, quickly finding a man with a broken shin, a girl with a twisted arm, and a barely alive man covered in glass and blood; from the looks of it, he must've been one of the two be the drivers and was ejected, hitting the floor at high speed. Clara continued looking after giving a few more orders to some of the healers to ensure that they would properly care for the injured they just came across.

It didn't take long to discover another accident victim, a Twi'lek with a leg sticking out the wrong way— wait. That wasn't just a regular Twi'lek. She recognized her. It was the Senator's aide. To make matters worse, a young Aloxian seemed to be holding her and dragging her away with little success. Clara looked at the scene dumbfounded for a split second before rushing over. "Hey?! What are you doing? She's losing way too much blood!" She said, her words rushed.



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Peedunkee wasn't a stranger to carnage, he'd been around more violent scenes in his time. But those were always expected to turn out as such, and they almost never involved civilians. It made everything feel all the more hectic. All the more reason to get out of there as soon as he could. He ran a wide arc past the burning wreck, taking long strides to avoid steeping on shrapnel. Or people. Even at this distance he could feel the heat washing over him from the fire. He was full of adrenaline so any injuries he had sustained were unknown to him. Later he would feel all the skin on his back that had been scraped off when he was sent to the ground by the driver. Now the blood beginning to collect on his back was mixing with his sweat as he worked his way towards the twi'lek. Getting a closer look at her, she was definitely worse for wear. He was well-versed enough with first aid having spent most of his life treating his own injuries, of which he had far too many to count. But his medical expertise stopped there. One look at the twi'lek and he knew he wouldn't be able to help her there. And so, in Peedunkee's small brain he tried to think steps ahead for a change.

I'll grab her and take her back to the ship, and then we can fly her to a hospital or something, and then when she wakes up she can make me king of Ilum! It was foolproof. Ironclad. He never got past step one. He tried putting the twi'lek over his shoulder, but he was too stout and her too tall and limp to work. If she was awake and willing he could've easily carried her weight, but as it turns out the unconscious are nothing if not uncooperative. The panic was starting to creep up on him, valuable seconds ticking away and he was all too aware of the growing number of voices in the area. They sounded very official. Stupid Oxxan probably turned off the wrong datapad. He thought to himself, clueless as to how slicing actually worked. Perhaps because of this growing desire to book it he grabbed the senator by the wrong leg as he resolved to simply drag her away from the scene of the crime instead. He wasn't getting very far though, the broken leg kept shifting as he pulled on it and was not making it any easier to drag the rest of the senator's aide.

It was at this moment, while he was looking back at his grip and seeing the dark crimson covering her leg that he heard a voice from behind him. He saw a very well put-together human woman, looking incredibly professional in the middle of all the mayhem. He had never seen local authorities that were so... attractive? Well dressed? It was hard to say. Maybe it was simply seeing such an innocent face in this scene that made it stand out. His mind was racing faster than his hands or his mouth could keep up with, so as he continued dragging the senator (switching his grip to her non-broken leg now) he tried his best to respond with his limited grasp of basic "Yes. Blood gone. Peedunkee take to healthy place. Blood back. Thank you!" He tried his best to avoid eye contact and look like the most casual grave robber ever. Doing everything in his power to look innocent, as innocent as one can look dragging a near corpse from an active crime scene. He didn't know who the lady who spoke to him was, but he was sure she was some kind of fuzz looking to get in the way of his score.

He chanced another quick glance over his shoulder at her, catching the glint of a blade of some kind on her person. Great, I hate the sharp ones. Oddly enough he had always been more comfortable fighting those with blasters than with blades. He was a small target and deceivingly quick compared to what his stature might entail. And once he was within a couple feet, it was very easy to disrupt their shooting ability by getting into melee with them. Blades on the other hand had probably caused him more injury than every other weapon combined. They were like super unfair punches that made people's arms longer than they should be. He could feel himself bristle at just the thought of them. Trying even harder to move faster he began dragging the twi'lek over some of the other wounded and called out threateningly to the woman he was desperately working to put behind him: "No come close! Close you painful!"

 

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Something about the sight would've made her laugh if she hadn't been so intent on saving the Senator's aide. The young man, who seemed to be no older than 18 or 19, was anything but subtle. Every step he took screamed "I'm guilty!" I did it! And I'm kidnapping her." At the very least, he was courteous enough to drop the broken leg—a sight that caused Clara to cringe—and grab the other leg instead.

Clara couldn't help but wonder what his goal was; clearly, he wanted to kidnap the senator's aide, but why? She doubted he could have organized all of this on his own, given the scope of the situation. In fact, no, she doubted he organized anything. He couldn't even carry the Twi'lek away properly. Did that mean he was used as a pawn? That meant he had to have some skills. Plus, he was still quite young. Young enough to easily turn his life around. So why was he wasting it on crime?

She took a calm step closer, her hands relaxed near her sides and nowhere near the vibroblade on her belt. "She's not going to make it to a hospital if you carry her like that." In comparison to her first words to the boy, Clara spoke more slowly and softly. There was no way he'd be able to carry her to a distant ship on his own, not before it was too late.

Getting closer didn't seem to work because the boy tried to threaten her. She instinctively raised her hands into the air, signaling that she was not a threat. "I'm a doctor with a hospital nearby." She took a moment to think, her expression reflecting that. "I'm not going to arrest you or hurt you. My job is to heal. Not to hurt." She wasn't sure how to explain to the boy that as a Star Guardian, she couldn't arrest anyone. Kriff, she couldn't even touch him unless he attacked her or became too much of a threat. Clara's gaze swept over the boy, catching sight of several small diluted crimson droplets dripping down his legs. If she had to guess, it was a combination of sweat and blood from a wound. "You are hurt as well. Please let me help you and the Senator's aide."

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Even through all the chaos and confusion he could hear her words pierce through the surrounding noise. As clear as if she was yelling but as delicate as if a whisper. It was so soothing it almost came back around to unnerving in the current context. She's right. He thought to himself. Her body was gradually losing warmth and her lime green skin was getting paler by the second. He may not know how to fix people, but he had seen sufficient of mortal wounds to know when someone was in need of fixing. He couldn't help but feel guilt in that moment looking at the woman. When he'd hurt people before, it was always in the act of self preservation. Either directly or indirectly. Sometimes he had fought for money. Sometimes he had been at the mercy of someone else's bidding and had to comply. And he'd killed to earn his freedom from that life. This was completely different. He didn't need what he stood to gain, and in the process of trying to get it put so many other people at risk. He had to find a way to make it right.

He turned to the woman, sounding so caring and seemingly trustworthy, and he felt something. He'd only felt it once or twice before, but normally it was a fleeting sensation. He didn't know what it was, but it was some kind of kinship. How, why, or any other manner of question that came to his mind he had no answer for. But perhaps it was why he chose to trust her on her word alone. He dropped the twi'leks other leg so she was laying limp on her back, trying to think of the best way to proceed. She was already probably in really bad shape and he had no clue as to what methods would make things better or worse. The woman's claim that she wouldn't make it with his way made him doubt any other method. The idea crossed his mind that they'd form a chain and throw her from one person to another, but it would clearly take too long to get enough people together to make it work. So instead, out of options and at a loss for what to do next he looked in the woman's eyes pleadingly wishing desperately that she could understand him.

"Carry?" He said. He was trying with all his might to think of how to ask "What's the best way of carrying her to the hospital that won't hurt her?" but his basic was far too limited to be able to formulate such a sentence. All he could do was try and convey the rest with tone and body language and impossible telepathy. At the offer of help he looked down at his own wounds and cursed "Schutta!" but waved her off. There were more important things to take care of. He said "Peedunkee hurt all more before. Pain nothing today. Help..." and pointed at the unconscious twi'lek woman to indicate she was the one in need not him. "Please." He said, his voice a little shakier now as more and more guilt and fear took hold of him.

 

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Clara kept her gentle gaze fixed on the boy, her hands in the air to make herself look as innocent as possible. She waited, even though she had already started counting down in her head, ready to take more drastic action if the clock reached zero. But, thankfully, the boy's expression began to change. He was clearly thinking. No, thinking was the wrong word. He seemed to be at odds with himself. Well, whatever was going through the boy's mind, the outcome was positive. Because his eyes met hers with a desperate look.

Despite the boy's limited ability to communicate through gestures and hints, Clara understood what he meant. Not waiting for a second, the woman lowered her hands and hurried closer. "Thank you, so much." She gave him a brief smile, but it was clear she was focused. She knelt in front of the Twi'lek, the heat from the raging flames brushing against her skin. While assessing the situation, her gaze returned to the boy, who took the noble route of denying help in order to provide the Twi'lek with even more help. "We can do both. Don't worry."

"I'm not sure how good your basic is, but I'll explain what we'll be doing so you know what to expect."
While talking, she removed her leather bag from her shoulder and took her medical kit from it. "I'm going to wrap something around her leg to try to stop the bleeding. We'll also need to keep her leg from moving. While I'm doing that, I'll call a few nurses to come over here with a stretcher right away, as well as the shuttle." They couldn't land the shuttle next to those dangerous speeders, so they had to transport the Twi'lek first. "They'll look after her from then on, and I'll look after you."

Clara turned on the comlink and began speaking into it while grabbing a tourniquet from the medical kit. "I'm going to need a stretcher at my location. We'll also need some defenders here, as I believe the other speeder is about to blow up." She wrapped the tourniquet around the Twi'lek's leg, above the wound where the bone had protruded through her skin, as she finished her words. She'd seen plenty of fractures in her life, but one so severe that the leg was pointing in the wrong direction was a first.

Clara was bothered by the yet-to-burn speeder, so she rose to her feet again. "All right, can you help me? There's an orange roll in that box." She pointed to the medical kit. "Wrap it carefully around her leg. Don't move the leg, wrap it around it. And then secure it with that cloth-roll." She knew she could have done it while keeping an eye on the speeder, but she also knew the kid was about to get in trouble with the law. So right at that moment, she decided to have faith in him and not let him drown. The more beautiful a picture she could paint, the better.


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Peedunkee watched her work, her experience and expertise apparent with every movement. Her ability to simultaneously care for the injured while still speaking in a soft tone for his sake was unlike any level of poise he'd seen before. He heard her mention Basic, and he couldn't help but feel a little useless. It wasn't his fault no one had ever taught him, but especially in a moment like this he loathed that fact all the more. He held up his fingers in a tight pinch to signal how much he knew of her language, but she was very much focused on treating the twi'lek so the gesture ended up being more for himself. He tried following along to what she was saying, but the circumstances were far from ideal. He had underplayed his own injuries, and now in this moment of inaction the nerves all along his skin were starting to express their displeasure from being thrown off of a high speed vehicle. On top of the internal, externally speaking there were far too many competing assaults on his ears. Wails, cries for help, orders and calls from rescuers all vied for position in the increasingly rancid air.

He was struggling to keep up with her speech, piecing together from her eyes and hands that she needed something from the box she pointed at. So with all the panic in the world he bent over and opened it. He recognized very little of what he saw. All kinds of articles were inside, some he had no idea how they'd even be applied to a person's body. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was grateful to have never sustained an injury that required this level of care. Although he probably had and just hadn't known the best way of treating them. None of that mattered right now though. "No find! No find!!" He said louder and louder. He felt incredibly out of his depth, at a total loss for what to do as he started at and through the box as if the great beyond held the answer he sought. The great beyond, much to his surprise, did respond. It was subtle, like someone had simply titled his chin up with a finger that was never really there.

He looked up, directly at the speeder that was yet to blow. It radiated flames and on a deeper level danger. The imminent flavor to boot. He should've communicated something, anything to the woman before he acted. But he had only one driving force. He bolted away from the box and hoped she'd manage without him. Judging by everything he'd seen so far she would be better off without him anyways. He ran straight towards the speeder turned ticking time bomb, the heat getting close to unbearable up close. He was instantly drenched in sweat, hardly able to keep his eyes open so close to the flames. He had no plan. Never did. So he went with his first instinct and pushed it. His hands made contact with an audible hissss and white-hot pain overloaded him as the metal seared his open palms. He fell to his knees, clutching them to his chest and screaming in agony. He didn't dare look at them. Who knew how much skin he'd have left on them after that.

He gritted his teeth as tight as he could, forcing the pain away if only for a moment. He had no choice. He had to move this speeder somehow. Time was short, the amount of shrapnel this thing would send into the surrounding area could be devastating. Not only to the already wounded but for those trying to help as well. He didn't want anyone else getting hurt, especially not the nice lady he'd left back there. She'd be closest to the blast if it wasn't moved now. He ran around to the other side of the speeder, hoping on everything that the backside wouldn't be as hot. His hands cursed every profanity ever conceived through his nervous system as he used them to pull the speeder back into the street. It was the heaviest thing he'd ever tried to move, and his progress was minimal at best. If he wanted any kind of leverage he'd to push again.

He couldn't think about it. Hesitation meant death for him and anyone unlucky enough to be close by. He took a deep breath taking in all the smoke and ash that surrounded him. It would have to do. His lungs burned like everything else around him. He thought of how important it was to move the speeder. It had to move. He planted both hands on the speeder and pushed with all his strength, fighting the urge to take them off. It has to move. He pushed harder, erasing the nerves in his hands. It has to move! He collapsed to the ground, having moved it only a foot or two. Sheer desperation set in. It has to move! Then it did. He held his raw hands out and moved it without laying a finger on it. The speeder tumbled back into the vacant street. Out of harms way for all but one. The last thing he remembered was standing there dumbfounded there by what just happened when the speeder finally exploded and sent him flying with the blast and everything went black.

 

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Okay. Clara couldn't blame the boy for not finding the first aid splint. At the very least, he gave it a shot, which she already appreciated. Clara turned on her heels and returned to the Twi'lek and the terrified boy before she could even address the speeder issue. She was about to sit next to him when he looked up, right at the speeder, and bolted straight for it.

Dumbstruck Clara stared at him as he pressed his hands against the hot metal, taken aback by the boy's willingness to make such a commitment. She knew logically that he couldn't do it. Even she couldn't do it without the Force. All he was doing was cooking his hands. But a faint whisper in the back of her mind told her to concentrate on the Twi'lek instead. Clara gave him one more worried look before turning her attention to the medkit. It felt horrible, but she had gotten used to listening to that whisper by this point. The sooner she could stabilize her leg and get on the stretcher, the sooner she could help the boy.

Clara grabbed the splint and a gauze roll--although it took a few seconds to find them after the boy made a mess of the kit--before carefully wrapping it around the Twi'lek's leg. It wasn't easy given the leg's orientation, but she managed to get the spline around her leg in a way that would support it. It wasn't her best work, but it served its purpose. She carefully tied the gauze around the woman's leg after the emergency split had been wrapped around it.

The stretcher, along with a few healers and defenders, had arrived by the time she was finished. Clara raised her gaze from the Twi'lek to the healer closest to her. "Over here!" She raised her arm to attract their attention. By the time they spotted her and went in her direction, Clara was already up on her feet. "I need to help the boy!" That was all she said before turning on her heels and sprinting over to him.

But something unexpected happened before Clara could get close. The speeder was moving. It tumbled and tumbled, not coming to a halt until it hit the already evacuated street. And for the third time that day, she stood there, dumbfounded by what had just happened. But as she stared, the same small whisper returned, this time with a warning. Clara blinked, returning her gaze to the Aloxian and opening her lips to speak.

The speeder was engulfed in a yellow and crimson mist before she could utter a single word.

Ears were ringing, glass broke, and debris flew everywhere. The child was sent flying backward by the blast, which was the worst part of all. Clara's Force instinctively surged from her body and rushed forward, enveloping the boy to hold him. Even while it didn't stop him from falling or freeze him in midair, it was enough to slow down his speed and reduce the force of his impact when he hit the earth. "Kriff!" Clara yelled as she ran over to the boy. "Come on! Don't die on me now!" She hissed and knelt down beside him, her eyes wide at him. Wasting no time, she quickly stretched her hand over his body and channeled the Force.

A wave of warmth could be felt brushing over the Aloxian's body as he was submerged in a pitch-black sleep. It was comforting and soothing, as if a calm river had hugged him and massaged his burns, putting out the fire and lessening the pain. The warmth faded after the water had calmed the flames, and gentle hands sought for his arms and legs, lifting him for a second before letting go again. There was silence for a time after that, until the distant beeps of machinery and concerned voices reached his ears. In the midst of these whispers, one familiar voice beckoned him—no, begged him—to wake up.


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He had no recollection of anything that happened next. He didn't have time to process the shockwave that sent him flying. Nor the ground that should've hit him much harder than it actually did. He couldn't hear her voice when she spoke, nor the ringing his ears were doing after the blast. While he was out he felt oddly at peace. He had probably been close to death more times than he'd realized, but never had he really given the concept any thought. The prospect of dying had never given him pause before. Whether it was the healthiest or most toxic outlook was for those more qualified to decide, but he had assumed death was coming soon so often in his youth that he never got the chance to see it the way most did. To him it was only an occupational hazard like any other. He saw flashes of his life. Most of them weren't pleasant. Slavery dominated the majority, always at the mercy of someone else's bidding. He saw his brief window of freedom that he'd enjoyed before that fateful day in Cloud City. One memory stood above all else.

It was brief, the kind of memory one can't discern if it ever really happened or if the mind is showing them what they want to see. He was only a baby when he was taken away from his parents, but he saw them then. There was no detail, everything was out of focus, all he could hear was their voices. They spoke in aloxian but he never got the chance to learn it. Whatever they had said it came on a wave of calm, soothing voices. The kind born from a family's love. Then suddenly a new memory, far more frantic. He was in a location he couldn't begin to describe. All he knew was it was moving and there were people around him doing their best to keep him still as they did. Again he couldn't make out any details but he was overwhelmed by the sensations. His veins burned with whatever drugs were coursing through his system, hands seemed to appear from nowhere to touch his body. Why he could only guess. And again, there was a soothing voice. A familiar one. His vision swam and in the smears of light he could swear he saw a human woman, but her voice was incredibly calming and he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

It didn't all happen at once. If it had his body felt like it would fall apart. As he slowly came to his thoughts gained clarity. He could feel his chest rising and falling. He could hear the soft beeps of unseen machinery. He shifted his weight as he stirred in bed. So he was in a bed, that's good to know. He tried opening his eyes and at first they didn't cooperate. It took a concentrated effort to peel them open. He was instantly blinded by white and shut them. He squinted and tried again, eventually getting his eyes to adjust. When they did he could finally see: all white. Am I dead? He wondered. The longer he was awake the more aware he became of how much everything hurt. It felt as if not an inch of his body wasn't incredibly sore. Every movement was as if he hadn't moved in years. He was quickly forming the opinion that if this was death, it was really inconvenient and painful.

He gradually got more and more of himself to move, he could thankfully feel every limb respond to his commands. As he opened his hands however he felt a very odd sensation. The palms themselves felt nothing at all, but the outer edges stung with a pain unlike anything he'd felt before. He worked his way up to his neck, venturing to glance in either direction. With that he could see medical equipment surrounding him and more than just white. Which meant he probably, hopefully, wasn't dead after all. Then he turned his head to the other side and saw her. It was the same human woman who he'd seen after the crash. It was a surreal feeling having the first face he saw as he came to as the last face he saw before everything went dark. It was like no time had passed at all for him, though that was clearly not the case. How long was I out? He had no indication that could answer that question for him. Not that it would've mattered, he couldn't even remember what day it was that the crash happened.

Feeling a little jolt of energy at the sight of her he tried to speak, finding his throat very dry. Getting her attention was important, although he couldn't tell from this angle if she was looking elsewhere or if she was asleep. He cleared his throat with much effort and tried again. "h.. h-hello..." He said weakly. He held up his hand, still resting his elbow on the bed so as to not put too much strain on his arm, and gave a slow wave. He wasn't sure what else to say. Even if he did know it was hard to find the words to say it in a way she'd understand. All that ended up coming out was "sorry." He wasn't sure why she was there, but he knew he had made quite the mess and hurt more people than he wanted to think about. If she was here for some kind of payback, he'd have no choice but to accept it. Maybe he should've died. He would definitely be more deserving of it than the twi'lek woman, who he also wondered what became of. So he just held the woman's gaze and prepared for the worst.

 

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Things seemed to slow down once the majority of the people involved in the accident were taken to the hospital, including the boy who both caused the disaster and saved a significant number of people. The final death toll was surprisingly low for such a disaster: zero. The number of injured people and people recovering in intensive care was a different story, but the numbers would've been much different if the boy hadn't shoved that exploding speeder out of the way.

That left Clara with a difficult choice. She was certain that the cops would arrest the boy as soon as he was released from the Star Guardians hospital. But she also knew she couldn't keep him there forever, and that despite everything, he still hurt people. So, unless he wanted to become an even bigger criminal, he had no choice but to face some justice. Annoyingly enough. So, after trying to wake him up but failing, she spent her time pulling whatever strings she could to lighten the punishment. "I doubt he did it on his own. No, I've witnessed him and his regret. He saved me and the senator's aide—... Yes—... No, I understand. He should definitely do community service." Clara spoke into her datapad. Thankfully, it went relatively well, if only because she had a stunning image to paint for his case. "No. Absolutely. Thank you! So much." And with that, she finished the call, sighing satisfied.

Clara noticed the boy shifting in his bed minutes after finishing the phone call. Her gaze shifted to the side, to the monitor, to see what his pulse rate was. According to his rising heart rate, he seemed to be waking up. And just as she was about to look in his direction, she heard his weak voice. With a relieved smile on her lips, she returned her gaze to the boy. "Hey there." She replied, raising her hand to wave back at him.

She hadn't expected his second word to be sorry, which caused her to raise an eyebrow before laughing lightly but satisfied. "Well, you sure made a mess of things." She admitted as she pushed her chair closer to him. She didn't intend to jump right into the deeper discussion, but by the way he looked into her eyes, she assumed he was preparing for what was to come. "So. Listen." Clara swallowed and cleared her throat. "You're in some trouble, but I can get you out of it. For the most part." She continued, trying to use simpler words so he could hopefully follow along.

"The Bespin police want to punish you, but they believe they can make it less bad. Especially because nobody died." She tried to hide her proud smile, but she was admittedly delighted about the deal she managed to make. "If you tell them who told you to hurt the senator's aide and where they are, the punishment will be lowered to a few weeks in prison and a lot of community service. Meaning they want you to help people and fix the city. They agreed to let you do community service at my hospital." She lowered her smile slightly. "I wish I could make it even better, but... they were already talking about years in prison."



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Just take it. That's all that was left to do. Whatever came next just take it in stride like every other hit he'd taken in his life. The shame that weighed him down more so than his injuries pleaded for him to break eye contact. The instinct to simply stare at and past the hospital floor was strong, but he was resolved to be stronger. He held eye contact, eyes probably more intense than necessary, clenching his jaw in anticipation. He tried his best to listen, but the longer she went on the harder and harder it became to keep up. By the time he understood the beginning of one sentence another had already taken its place. He looked around for anyone who could help, putting all the strength he could into his still-returning voice to call out <"Does anyone here speak huttese?">

He was looking back and forth between the woman and the general area he had spoken to awkwardly when a droid came into view. <"Hello? May I be of assistance?"> He nodded and motioned for Clara to repeat what she had said before. Relieved to finally hear a familiar tongue -albeit a metallic one- once more, he could let the information really sink in. He winced inside at the reference to the mess he made, but breathed a long deep sigh filled with the release of tension at the news that no one had died. With that news he allowed himself to relax a bit back into bed, which despite the circumstances, was very comfortable. It was very spacious given it was built with larger humanoids in mind. He didn't notice but he was idly making blanket angels with his legs as he listened.

He paused thoughtfully for a moment, trying to remember everyone's names, his travel buddies and would be co-conspirators. Looking to her but speaking through the droid he said <"Well no one told me to hurt her, I was just trying to grab her and this driver guy didn't want me to so he hit the brake and that's how I ended up on the ground and then somebody hit him from behind which wasn't in the plan at all unless I missed something..."> He continued to ramble, now unencumbered by the language barrier and equally burdening threat of imminent demise <"See 'cause Iroftis said we were gonna dance with her or something and Oxxan told me not to touch any of his stuff but I totally did without him noticing and the other one was some weird legs for arms thing that just told me to shut up all the time.">

He continued on for a little longer, had he an organic translator their patience would've probably worn thin as he started talking of irrelevancies like the crew's sleeping arrangement on their ship, what they had eaten for breakfast the day of the crash, and his own personal review of the city tour they'd joined posing as tourists but in reality scoping out the best routes of escaspe throughout the city. In short, he gave it a 5/10 because he was expecting to fly through the clouds at some point but that never came. Eventually he did manage to come back to her earlier statements, more or less getting back on track.

<"I appreciate it, I mean prison is better than slavery, right? I should be fine. But I'm not real good with healthing and stuff, I've patched myself up before but it don't always work, y'know? I don't know how much I could help you here."> Then he started reflecting on all that had transpired before and realized he had a couple things he wanted to know as well. <"Hey um I'm not sure if you saw but I tried pushing that speeder and it didn't really move but then when I wasn't touching it it did. Was someone else there that I didn't see? "cause I'd like to thank them too for helping me not explode and stuff."> And with a mental facepalm he realized he had missed the most important question of all <"My name is Boy, what's your name?">
 

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Oh. A translator. In retrospect, that made a lot of sense, and Clara had no idea why that hadn't even crossed her mind. So, with a sheepish and apologetic smile on her face, she repeated everything she had just told him while carefully studying his expression and paying attention to the translation droid.

And then the boy began to talk.

And boy did he talk.

Clara simply stared at him as he began to ramble on about his day, the people he met, the ship, even the smallest detail about his breakfast, and much more. She began to smile halfway through, leaning back in her chair and motioning to the droid to record everything the boy said; all of this information, some pretty damning details about Iroftis, would only help him in the long run. "I see," she finally said. "You had one hell of a day, it seems like. Thank you for telling me everything." She smiled warmly at him.

"Hmmm." Was prison preferable to slavery? Well. She assumed so. "Yes. And, because it'll be a prison on Bespin, you'll have hot meals every day, a comfortable bed, and all that." It would have been eerily similar to slavery if it had been a backwater planet. But Bespin had a reputation to uphold. Before she could respond to his remark about sucking at healing, he continued to think about the speeder. "You did that yourself." Clara responded with a brighter smile. "There's this thing... that some people have. Some call it "magic." The correct term is the Force. I also have it. Wait, let me show you. Please don't be afraid." Clara reached out her hand and directed her Force at a bottle of water on the side. The Force encircled the bottle and levitated it to her hand. She caught it while simultaneously withdrawing the Force and handed it to him.

"With the proper training, you can do that as well. "We-" she gestured around the place, "-can provide you with that training. We do so much more than just heal. We protect everyone at any cost. Like fighting through a fire." She smiled at him. "I can't force you into anything. However, the bandages on your hands are a clear indication that you have potential as well as a great deal of passion and determination. You saved a lot of people back there, you know? And I'd be delighted to have you here to help you."



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Peedunkee listened to her words -albeit through the droid's monotone which wasn't as pretty sounding- and couldn't help but get a little excited. Hot meals? A bed?? He should've gone to prison ages ago! He knew he wasn't the brightest tool in the box but he couldn't help but be kicking himself mentally for all the time he'd spent trying to fend for himself on the streets instead of going to jail. Well, you live and you learn, right? "You'll come to visit, right?" He asked innocently as the thought crossed his mind that he didn't want to be alone for too long.

He gave her a curious
look as she spoke about this new 'Force' concept. Not frightened by her but confused all the same as to why she thought he would be. His eyes went wide and sat straight up in his bed as she literally moved the bottle with her mind! A chorus of beeps and warnings came from the medical equipment he was still hooked up to as his sudden shock and amazement sent their monitors into a frenzy. Needless to say, he didn't pay attention to them in the slightest. "You can do that?" He asked still in awe as he stared into the bottle he'd been handed. Then it hit him. "I CAN DO THAT?!"

The droid would have to wait to translate the rest of what she was trying to say. He was hyper-fixated on his newfound potential. The electronic words in Huttese never reached his ears as he tried to move the bottle like she had. He tossed it in the air and tried to catch it before it hit his hand. He tried levitating it over his palm. Finally he tried to send it flying at the droid who wouldn't shut up. Oh wait. "Sorry could you repeat that?" He asked a little sheepishly. When he finally got to appreciate what she was saying he sat back a bit again.

It was a lot to take in all at once. Sure he couldn't heal, but could he protect? It didn't really come naturally. Or at least he didn't think so. It had been a really good feeling to know he saved those people though (even if he was the reason they needed saving to begin with). Besides if it meant learning more about how to use this force stuff how could he not accept? This lady was totally nice and stuff and he was sure she'd keep being so. He still didn't know her name, but he was too caught up in the moment to care.
"I'm in!" he said, now literally standing on the bed to shadowbox to show off his definitely 'defensive' moves.

 
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