A Simple Life

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Announcement: It occurred to me there are barely any Visas Exile fics so I have added one to that count. This is my first fic first chapter first thing. So be gentle please. Flames will be ignored. But comments on grammar punctuation and style will be accepted as long as they are fair.

Vorm Brusk gazed down at the small body in front of him. Kriea's face ravaged from their battle stared vacantly into the distance. She looked small and pathetic in death she had been conniving and manipulating while she was alive but now it was so different.

A resounding crash brought him out of his thoughts. One of the massive pillars splintered off and fell to the ground it reduced a smaller one to rubble. More rocks began to fall and implode as they hit the bridges off the small platform he was on or go careening down the abyss below him. Looking around wearily he tried to reach his companions through the force bonds that connected the company but there was nothing. It appeared he would die here no way out and with his companions apparently gone. That thought no longer held the fear it once did. It held a heavy regret though, he wouldn't be able to see Visas again.

There was a rumbling behind him but it was different from the crashing surrounding him. A particularly big piece of rock fell and hit the last bridge of the platform. A battered Corellian freighter came up off to on side. Its three protruding cabins at the front were bashed and scarred. Inside a man named Atton Rand struggled to keep the ship level. A hatch popped open on top.

"Exile.. better…get. Onboard." The transmission cut out as static took the comm. Leaping from his position and avoiding a massive piece of rock, Vorm Brusk sped toward the Ebon Hawk. He was clambering atop it when he heard a crack his force sense warned him soon enough for him to spin quickly but the massive piece of stone still hit him not in the head as it might have but in his leg. Massive amounts of pain seared through his body. Through his darkening vision he could see his leg it was laying at an odd angle right across his other leg. He heard voices and shouting felt hands grab him, then he blacked out.

Mandalore closed the hatch. Across his back he carried a bloodied Exile. "MOVE!" His roar shook the others out of their reprieve. "Mira get the med bay ready. Idorian help me carry him. Atton back to the cockpit get us out of here. Girl you know something of healing help him."

They had arrived at the medical bay by now. The handmaiden had taken over for Mira who was helping pilot the damaged ship. Visas quickly pushed the others aside. "Bao bandages." Her soft voice had a note of urgency in it. "Mandalorian I will need some life support packs applied to his leg.

Visas carefully pulled away the tattered remains of his pant leg. And bit her lip at the sight before her. Underneath the leg was shattered it was bloody and had a piece of the shinbone sticking out. "Where is that assassin droid, he knows far more about atonamy then me. "

"Statement: I am here. What happened to the master?" "HK I need you to tell me if anything is damaged beyond repair." "Affirmative." The droid bent down and ran its eyes several times over the injuries. "Announcement: All arteries intact. Shinbone snapped in two. No irreparable damage received. Estimated healing time at meatbags present rate. 13 standard days."

Visas sighed mentally he would live. "Here are the bandages. Along with the medical kits. Mandalore has taken temporary command." Bao's quiet voice pronounced. Taking them with a nod Visas began to apply them. The Idorian stayed.

"Why did you follow him?" Visas did not look up. "He could have killed me should have killed me but he didn't. He showed mercy and compassion I had never experienced it before. It changed me showed me something worth living and dying for. He is like me in a way." Here her voice halted she gently began to use the force to mold the bone back together and keep the wound clean. "We both saw deaths of planets deaths of millions of people all gone in one instant. I cannot describe it. It is like staring at the very thing you fear taken and multiplied ten times over. The unimaginable horror of it."

Bao nodded. "So you love him." There was a slight hitch in her voice as she answered. "Yes I love him. I love him far more then anything you could think of. And that is why I will not allow him to die on me. He cannot die. He must not die." The last words were in the same soft tone but held vehemence to them.

"I understand." He got up and left. Visas remained beside the figure on the bed. "You will not die on me." She repeated the words to herself as she worked on his shattered knee. The handmaiden rose from her position at the back of the med bay.

"And what of me?" "Servant of Atris did you ever really love him? Were you ever willing to give up was most dear for him? Not your oaths or petty things that bind you but you very heart?" The handmaiden opened her mouth then closed it lost in thought.

"I thought I was for a brief moment in time but it has turned out different he is not the man I thought he was. He has seen battle, war as have I but in a way I cant possibly understand. You have seen it like he has. When I realized this I understood why you followed him. But I couldn't admit it then I needed him to free me I suppose. I have had enough of war I will follow him but when the time comes I must leave. I must ask the you forgive me for my behavior to you." The handmaiden's voice was now a whisper and her head was hung.

Visas looked vaguely surprised under the veil. "You have nothing to apologize for. What you did was right at the time. I only wish you will help the Exile that is all." She raised the handmaiden's head. "You have been like a sister to me. I hope I will be the same in the future." This was true in one sense. The handmaiden nodded.

"I wish you all the luck of the echani in your love of him." Here she grinned impishly. "Oh you might want to watch Mira. She has grown sweet on Atton." Visas shook her head in wonderment. "How different a group we are. Could you help me with this wound sister?" The term was used as a regular day to day nothing special about it. Kneeling beside Visas, Brinnia began to use the force to help Visas. She was at peace a feeling she had never really felt before.