Coruscant
Darmus watched his display turn green, dataplague deployed. The game was afoot. If he managed to get out of here alive he could settle into his apartment and wait until that one foreign device popped up. "Looks like I got something," he said as he unplugged his datapad from the server and turned to face... KARKING KRIFF
The Zeltron jedi's face was half burned away and she looked worse for wear. No, that was an understatement: She looked like a walking corpse. The sight startled him and he quickly looked away to the cause and not only noticed the large gap in the floor, but also that it was too big for him to cross. The only thing the Zeltron could cross in her condition was over to... well, death, basically. Not wasting time he carefully pocketed his datapad and then just a little bit less careful pulled the Zeltron to her feet. "Lean on me!" he refused to look at her again and instead put his focus on the security door and what lay behind. Hopefully his confidence made her comply.
By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Darmus was significantly less gentle with the Zeltron and he half-dragged and half-carried her out of there as fast as he could. The last time he'd been there no snipers fired on him and this time no one did either, but it was also hard not to see the gunship approaching. As fast as his body could carry both himself and the Zeltron, Darmus dashed away from the ruins hoping that he'd soon reach a perimeter defense set up by first responders that could heal the Zeltron before it was too late. He had not time, energy or breath to inform the Zeltron of any of this.
@Catbert