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[Armen Westyll]

That “Ouch!” had somehow rang around the whole environment, loud as a blaster bolt, or maybe it was just the Force burrowing the message into Armen’s skull.

Yes, he had tripped on a rock, fallen on his ass, and that had happened more than once in this shindig, but there was another message.

Armen Westyll was a Jedi. A Padawan who had long put off working his way up to becoming a Knight but, still, a Jedi and, well, he had a fellow Jedi who needed help.

Violet blade, vibrant, ignited, the Jedi made his way toward his target. His opponent. His enemy, honestly, given these goons had been shooting up the place and shining spice before these two Jedi had even arrived.

Slowly… He licked his lips as he closed the distance. Steady… Came up from behind, quiet as a Jedi being quiet, and—

“Hm?”

-WHACK!-

The thug turned around at the right time as Armen slashed his saber before the guy’s eyes and cut his blaster in half.

“Um…”

Armen looked left, looked right, suddenly nervous as if he had just become a Jedi for the first time.

-WHACK!-

Having forgotten how to cast Force Knockout he settled for the bottom of his lightsaber hilt to knock out his opponent on his noggin.

“You all right?” Armen asked Alhazred as he arrived the next moment. “My bad. I feel like you getting shot is my fault.” Maybe it was. Maybe it was not. Whatever, Armen moved to dress his friend’s wounds for the second time.

@Narzen (@Alhazred)

 

[Alhazred]

Alhazred clutched his wound. The sizzling, the smell of burnt flesh and cloth, and the throbbing pain as blue blood flooded the burned area to begin the natural healing processes; it all made Alhazred quite dizzy.

"Don't apologize..." Alhazred whispered. "Just...retrieve my packpack. it should have some bacta patches in it...

For all his training with the Jedi, Alhazred had never fully experienced combat before. More so, he never really experienced pain before like this, so the experience was certainly eye opening. In nights to come, Alhazred would lay awake thinking over the pain he experienced, the searing pain, and would dwell on how much pain it must have been to experienced an entire blade of plasma slicing through armor and flesh indiscriminately. The life of a Jedi...

Once the Nu-Vaal had treated the wound, Alhazred's breathing returned to normal.

"It is apparent these ruins are not as abandoned as we once believed. Any thoughts on why that is?"

@Die Shize

 

[Armen Westyll]

“Packpack. Got it.” Armen motioned toward the object, wondered if his partner meant ‘backpack’, chalked it up to a slip of the tongue and brought up some bacta patches from it.

It was sudden, but something within him caused Armen to sigh, like why wasn’t he already a Jedi Knight? His own fault, surely, and it was something he maybe might recognize as more than a theory.

If had the talent, the gift, the experience, the skillset, the whatever-it-is, he might not need bandages but simply to lift his hand and cast Force Heal to seal the wound on his friend. Despite the assist, Armen felt…useless.

Yet his service did the trick. With a bit of input from his patient. Wound treated, breathing normalized, treatment finalized, time to think about the Nu-Vaal’s question. Armen looked right, looked left.

“Good hideout for spicers and pirates and the like,” he shrugged. “Wait a minute.” He looked left, looked right. “They got the setup. The equipment. But…the ingredients?” He blinked. Maybe he was actually onto something?

“Maybe there are mines beneath the surface of these ruins..?”

@Narzen (@Alhazred)