Sparks flew from everywhere on the ship, but all fires were extinct before they did much damage. Namaara, one hand on the side of her torso, over a blotch of blood, used her free hand to climb over the pilot seat of the freighter. The ship was a bit tilted on the port side, as far as she could check at that moment. She could hear some moans from the crew and several hisses and clanging from the ship.
"That went well, right, cap?" Corso voice, audible shaken, appeared from her side.
"Better than expected, considering…" answered the Togruta, with a faint smile.
Corso, with a small fillet of blood down his temple, picked up some medical equipment on his pocket, pressed some buttons, aimed on Namaara and then read the results. An expression of relief appeared on his face, and that was all info the captain needed on that moment.
"Are you ok, Corso?" said the captain, passing a hand to wipe the fillet of blood of his face, and then helping him to stay on his feet.
"Of course I am, captain. You shouldn't worry about me." He answered with the bright smile of his. "Let's check Risha and the others. I'm worried."
"Of course you are, luv… Of course…" answered the girl, rolling her eyes.
As they left the bridge, with all its blinking lights and flying sparks, they found an arm under a pile of debris. The white and orange heavy armor on it identify her owner as Satlasa, the commando. Corso and Namaara tried to lift some of the debris, but it showed to be too much for them. The captain kneeled beside the arm, and touched the hand, felling a bit sorry for the loss, when the Zabrak's hand closed on her.
"She's still alive, Corso. But I'm not sure how can we help her." Started the Togruta, looking at the pile of debris – spaceship panel parts, part of trunks from the forest where they landed, stone and ice.
"Maybe I can help." said a voice from the back of the ship.
"I'm not sure how, but do it, sis, if you can." Answered the captain.
The newcomer – a smaller Togruta, comparing to Namaara, with reddish features but still remarkably similar to the captain – nodded and looked at the debris, and raised both hands. As she did so, lightning streaks started up and down her arms, and her look intensified. As following her arms movement, the debris – metal, wood and stone alike – started to rise and freed the Zabrak.
Corso and Namaara went to the soldier and removed from below the floating debris, and the smaller Togruta let the debris go down again.
"I kinda imagine only Jedi's could do that, milady." Corso said to the newcomer. "Thanks, anyway."
"You have a lot to learn yet, human. But I'll not spill it to you." Answered the other. "Anyway, keep helping her, I have a feeling I… we will need her soon."
"I'll check Risha, luv. Come, sis." Said Namaara, helping Corso laying Satlasa on the floor, so he can medical check her.
As the two Togrutas left the entrance of the bridge, Corso went on examining the Zabrak. His equipment showed she had several bruises beneath the plating armor, but he could not detect any fractures or internal injuries.
"It seems the Force was with you, commander." Said the second in command, wiping her face as well as he could. "You seem a bit beaten, thou…"
"Your captain has amazing flight skills, boy…" the Zabrak manage to say, still feeling like she was trampled by Banthas.
"Yes, she does have. I could pass the day telling stories about that." Answered Corso, looking at the Togruta direction. "Now, let me take off this armor, commander, so I can treat you as you deserve."
"One finger away of where it should be, soldier, and it will be the last time you'll see that finger. Do you copy?" replied the Zabrak, letting the now frightened corsair help her of the body armor.
The two Togrutas went to the cargo bay. They had to move several pieces of metal and debris, but they were able to get there. After a rewiring on the door controls, Namaara was able to open the access to the cargo bay. On the floor, the brow-haired human was getting up, looking all around her.
"Well, it seems the Cargo Bay is more or less intact, captain." Greeted Risha. "Our new cargo seems to be intact, anyway."
"I could not be any happier with your zeal, human." Replied the smaller Togruta.
"She's in better conditions than the ship, Risha. And I'm glad you are ok." Said Namaara. "I'll need you and Corso to look after the ship and, maybe, Satlasa."
"Going for a trip, captain? Don't let our friend wander alone, right?" answered the human.
"Don't worry about me, pirate." Replied the red Togruta. "I can care of myself. I can show you, if you want to."
"No need to do this, sis." Intervened Namaara. "Let's recon our position."
On the outside, after more rewiring in door controllers, the ship seemed to be more or less intact. The front was better than expected, which meant Corso was able to command the shield with precision. The left site of the ship was the more damaged. The front-faced cannon was destroyed, and there was several cuts on the hull. None of them extreme, as the Cargo Bay integrity indicated, but the hull will not handle a second fight like that one. The landing gear was not folded out, and that explained why the ship was tilted.
The starport side was more or less ok. There was some bruising, but nothing to worry about. Both the ground access – the one they used to left the ship – and the docking access are intact. The only place there was a really concern was on the backside of the freighter.
The left thruster was gone. On it's place, only junk-parts of a once powerful engine. The right one seemed to be ok, but the enemy fighters aimed for it too: all around both engines showed signs of the intense fight.
"Great! Just frekkin' great!" cried Namaara, going for her hand communicator. "Now I have to buy a new engine! And in a Republic controlled planet! Corso!"
The image of Namaara's head appeared at once on the comms panel. It was jugged to the side, as the comms were hanging from the console by its wiring. Corso was not sure if he heard his name from outside of the ship or from the comm. But he was sure Namaara was pissed.
"Yes, cap! I'm not doing anything wrong!" answered the boy, realizing he has the Zabrak on his arms, as he was helping her sit on the co-pilot chair. "I swear we did not did…"
"Corso, we will need a new engine!" said the captain, ignoring the fact the boy was almost as red as the other Togruta. "I'll see into it. You and Risha will repair the ship as best as possible. I want it to be ready for a new engine, and ready to fly before that, am I clear?"
"Ay, Captain!" answered Corso, fully aware of how mad her captain was.
"Satty, darling, how are you?" the floating head turned a bit to the side. "Can you walk? Fight? Have a drink with me later?"
"I've seen worst days on my life, Captain." Answered the Zabrak, righting herself up as the boy let her go. "I'll be able to fight as soon as I get my gear back. Give me some minutes and I'll meet you soon."
Half an hour later, two Togrutas and a Zabrak left the ship on the capable hands of Corso Riggs and Risha to clean the site. The three went west, heading for some outpost to get some information about where they were and where to go. Namaara and Sattlasa decided they should head to the House Organa to ask for help.