It was only a matter of time until justice caught up with the Barabel, and justice looked like a Legionnaire and a Ranger, both off the reservation, and doing what needed to be done.
Although the lizard's tail had narrowly grazed the side of Talak's head and would no doubt leave a nasty contusion, the Barabel was finally finished. Trys delivered the shots to the killer and with him, Talak's secret died once again.
The legionnaire let out a heavy sigh and climbed back to his feet and waved off her concern about him. He had taken punches that were much worse than that hit. He was still having trouble ripping his concentration away from his dead opponent when she asked how he'd managed to take out the entire lounge.
He wasn't sure if it was a serious question or not, but it was easier to address if it was a joke, so he opted to take it that way. Wow, that's rude. This guy 1v5'd us on Coruscant. He was a special exception. And I wasn't recovering from a gunshot... he quipped back, hoping to make her "feel bad" about shooting him. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was likely that the decreased force in his arm might have been why the blade didn't make it all the way through. Also the fact that it wasn't a karking lightsaber. So inferior, he thought. It was only now that he looked at her and looked that she'd been shot. His eyes went wide in shock and concern.
You're hit! he exclaimed almost without thinking. It was entirely possible that she didn't know, and he wasn't sure. Adrenaline could do all sorts of odd things to the senses. Moreover, it was in a place that risked hitting important things.
Sit down! he said, immediately flipping into the same mode he was in when he dragged the wounded officers out after the first fight with the lizard. He was already pulling out the medpack from his belt and getting to work on her wound whether she wanted it or not. Healing stim, bacta patch, dressing, he thought in his head as he applied each. Yet again, it was quite evident this was not his first time doing this.
It should be feeling better. Lessened pain and cooling sensation, he said, not thinking about the fact that this probably wasn't her first time being shot. Most of his mental energy was bent on fixing up her injuries and hoping she didn't ask about the lounge again... oh, somehow he had a feeling she would.
We need to get you to a hospital proper, he said, as he was finishing up his patch job.
Although the lizard's tail had narrowly grazed the side of Talak's head and would no doubt leave a nasty contusion, the Barabel was finally finished. Trys delivered the shots to the killer and with him, Talak's secret died once again.
The legionnaire let out a heavy sigh and climbed back to his feet and waved off her concern about him. He had taken punches that were much worse than that hit. He was still having trouble ripping his concentration away from his dead opponent when she asked how he'd managed to take out the entire lounge.
He wasn't sure if it was a serious question or not, but it was easier to address if it was a joke, so he opted to take it that way. Wow, that's rude. This guy 1v5'd us on Coruscant. He was a special exception. And I wasn't recovering from a gunshot... he quipped back, hoping to make her "feel bad" about shooting him. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was likely that the decreased force in his arm might have been why the blade didn't make it all the way through. Also the fact that it wasn't a karking lightsaber. So inferior, he thought. It was only now that he looked at her and looked that she'd been shot. His eyes went wide in shock and concern.
You're hit! he exclaimed almost without thinking. It was entirely possible that she didn't know, and he wasn't sure. Adrenaline could do all sorts of odd things to the senses. Moreover, it was in a place that risked hitting important things.
Sit down! he said, immediately flipping into the same mode he was in when he dragged the wounded officers out after the first fight with the lizard. He was already pulling out the medpack from his belt and getting to work on her wound whether she wanted it or not. Healing stim, bacta patch, dressing, he thought in his head as he applied each. Yet again, it was quite evident this was not his first time doing this.
It should be feeling better. Lessened pain and cooling sensation, he said, not thinking about the fact that this probably wasn't her first time being shot. Most of his mental energy was bent on fixing up her injuries and hoping she didn't ask about the lounge again... oh, somehow he had a feeling she would.
We need to get you to a hospital proper, he said, as he was finishing up his patch job.