Author's notes: Spoilers for the Jedi Knight Storyline, up through Act 3.
This is going to be a couple of one shots between my Jedi Guardian Zuhandhia and Doc. I have not written fanfiction in about three years, so bear with me as I get back on my feet. Please feel free to review and give any suggestions or constructive criticism.
BELSAVIS: PART 1
Running around for months on the prison planet of Belsavis could take the fight out of anyone. Between the hostile Esh-ka, Rattaki, and Imperials it was a wonder she and her crew made it off the planet alive. Even with the harsh population, Zuhandhia had managed to enjoy the scenery, with its snowy peaks and lush rainforest, Belsavis was a beautiful planet. It was a cross between Hoth and Dromund Kaas, plenty of snow and forest and aggressive wildlife.
The fight with Executor Krannus took a toll on both the Jedi Knight Zuhandhia and her faithful companion, Doc. The knight could feel the after effects of fighting through Imperial after Imperial and their droids; she couldn't begin to count the number of droids dismantled on that rock. Her whole body ached, her muscles in her shoulders and forearms throbbing from repeated impact of lightsaber on armor and flesh. She had multiple multi-colored bruises across her body despite the high-tech heavy armor she had worn in the duration of the ordeal. Burns were also present across her neck and possibly on her chest. She had a rather pale complexion for a Zabrak. Her sand colored skin faded to a pale white and pink around her lips and eyes, with thin tattoo lines streaking her face. Along with the tattoos scars laid underneath them, stretching across her face from a run in with another alien. The knight sat awaiting Doc to come into the med bay to treat her wounds, still in her battle armor. He had suffered some similiar injuries, but was able to treat them on site.
The door slid almost silently to allow him inside, and it slid shut behind him. The handsome doctor had put on some fresh clothing, and was now sterilizing his hands.
"How are you feeling?" Doc asked, and waved his hands to be rid of the sterilization's moisture.
"Everything hurts, but I will be fine." Zuhandhia looked up at him, and he looked at her disapprovingly.
"That was a pretty rough fight, I'm still hurting." His deep voice was laced with concern. "I'm afraid you mave have suffered sprains or breaks." She had to admit her left ankle was not easy to walk on, and he had obviously noticed. "Now let's start with this armor."
She helped him unbuckle the chest piece, and winced as he peeled each layer from her body, tugging on the sensitive and burned skin beneath. Zuhandhia's upper torso was exposed save for the undergarment covering her breasts and shoulders. The thick white fabric was brown with the evidence of burn damage, and pink and brown from the dried blood on the left side of her chest.
"Wait Doc," the knight jumped and grabbed the doctor's wrist as he went to cut the bra.
"I have to do this beautiful," he soothed, "I have seen breasts before, but it might sting a bit for me to take this off." She was nervous to allow him to do this, her attraction to him and never having shown her breasts to anyone was making her buzz with nervousness.
"Okay," she grunted and squirmed as the fabric was cut and stung as he gently removed it from her body. The cold of the room made her nipples hard, and Doc's eyes glancing over her full chest was embarassing to say the least. The tension grew as he seemingly accidentally brushed her nipple while cleaning out the wound with Kolto.
"That should do it sweetheart." Doc put the medicine away, and offered her a shirt.
"Thank you," said tiredly, and pulled it over her head before heading back to her sleeping quarters.