The hot sun was attempting to scorch the tropical landscape of this Outer Rim world. The oceans were a beautiful aqua blue. But by the beaches, a battle was raging. Ronderu Lij Kummar was fighting viciously. Qymaen went out of her sight. As she searched the shoreline, she was beaten down with the Huks' spears. Qymaen turned, and he saw her fall. "Ronderu!" He exclaimed.
She turned her head to him as she fell. Qymaen started to attack with fervor against the Huks. They quickly retreated. He ran to her side.
"Let me go, Sheelal." She snarled at him as she pushed him away.
"No." Qymaen said, and proceeded to take her Karrabac mask from her face.
"Stubborn, as usual." Ronderu remarked.
"As are you, Kummar." Qymaen responded, and held his flask of water to her lips. "I'm taking you to the med center; I won't lose you."
He lifted his female counterpart from the sand, taking care to stow her prized Lig Swords and her Karrabac mask. Qymaen grunted with the effort. Ronderu fell into a drowsy state, and finally to sleep. Qymaen quickened his pace. If he reached the village in time...
000
"She's pretty beat up, but I think she will pull through." Qymaen's friend and healer, Yamin Hal Vellur, told him after he had examined Ronderu.
Qymaen relaxed. "So she'll be fine."
"She's stabilized. But she has taken some ghastly blows, though. I wouldn't let her go back into the war for at least two months." Vellur said. "You can see her if you wish."
Qymaen looked at Ronderu. Her deep brown hair was tainted with blood from several head lacerations. One arm hanged limply; it was broken. But she was alive, and to Qymaen, that was all that mattered.
A week later, Ronderu limped along to the tent that Qymaen had set up for them. It was clear she was stiff from her wounds. As Vellur had predicted, she was tired and slept for some time. Qymaen made himself useful and cleaned off their skull masks. It was clear that they wouldn't be fighting for some time.
She woke about an hour later, but Qymaen was gone off on an errand to his home village. Ronderu saw that Qymaen had provided some rations and she ate them with glee. Feeling drowsy again afterwards, she looked around. Qymaen had grabbed her swords. She would feel lost without them. But then again, who knew when she would be fighting again.
Qymaen returned at sundown, only to find her sleeping. But Vellur said that drowsiness was only an effect of the painkiller she was given and it would wear off in the next few days. At least her sleep looked peaceful. To his happiness, she had cleaned the can of rations he had saved for her. Soon, Qymaen snuggled beside Ronderu and slept quite deeply.