Loreley let out a sigh of relief to see Tarrik in pretty good order and spirits. 'Hey, be careful with her. I still need her in one piece,' she told the medic and then looked at Tarrik, 'Hey, yourself. Well, we got away with our lives at least. Damn rebels and traitors. Thanks for saving my arse back there.'
Gailte sights with relief. "That... Was far too close for my comfort zone." She turned to Valeria. "When you have the reports, pass me the status of ships and personel... Have comm officer check what is the exact situation, and how far we need to retreat."
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" DT-L30 cursed, "You're going to be okay, don't worry." He removes Meera's helmet, trailing a hand through her red hair. Once the medic began working on her, DT-L30 runs for a gun turret, intent on shooting down the Jedi's ship.
She nods and grits her teeth, as the medic disinfects the wound. "Ahh! Fuck!" As the medic begins bandaging it up, she grins. "If I let you get blown up, who would I party with? Seriously though, you don't have to thank me. Anytime".
The redhead nods. "As far as we know, Mon Cala, and the areas surrounding it, are surrounded by hostiles. I've set course for Coruscant, though you can of course change it if you wish. I'll begin compiling the report now."
Vahlia leans in and kisses her on the lips “Show me how to use the force. I’ve dreamed for this day all my life.”
'Likewise, Tarrik,' Loreley smirked, 'How'd you even manage to get your TIE in the hangar? Half the wing is just gone.'
As he reaches for the controls, the ship disappears as the Harbinger jumps to hyperspace. The remaining death troopers in the hangar begin cleaning up the enemy bodies, making sure that none of them are playing dead. Song is placed on a stretcher.
Silri kisses back, grabbing Vahlia lightly by the throat. "I cannot teach you the Force. Not as you know it. What I have to teach you, are the magicks of Dathomir". She snaps her finger, and Vahlias clothes descend into a green mist, leaving her naked.
She shivers jumping onto Silri embracing her warmth and kissing her once more on the lips. “I am your student, master.”
Silri laughs. "One thing at a time, student. First, we will put you in the correct frame of mind to learn". The witch's fingers enter Vahlia's cunt, playing with her pleasure centres.
"Im sure there are Cold Days aswell and once we started Building Ourselfes a Stronghold we have something here to start new. A New Mandalore..."
DT-L30's anger continues to build up, especially as they jumped to hyperspace. "DAMN IT!" He growled, before taking a deep breath. He heads back to the med bay, to ask how Meera is doing.
The men begin unloading the ships, with drawing the heavy materials they'll need to construct a base. "You've done well, Paz."
He finds the medic working. "She's been sedated. The damage is too severe for them to be reattached. She'll have to have prosthesis installed if she wishes to fight again."
'Impressive. Don't be sorry, I'm just glad you made it,' Loreley smiled and then looked to the medic, 'How's her arm, specialist?'
He finishes wrapping her bandage and says "No real muscle damage. As long as she doesn't injure it further, it should be fine. Wear the bandage until the bleeding stops fully, and then apply this to the wound." He hands Tarrik a canister of bacta, before looking at Loreley. "Need anything yourself, ma'am?"
"I can't make any decisions for her. But I think she'll agree to that. Prepare whatever you need, but wait for her to give the signal to proceed." DT-L30 said, taking a good look at Meera. Before turning around to head for the armory to change his damaged armor.
The quartermaster, a woman in her forties, whistles as she sees the dent in the armour. "The hell hit you?"
