Bao Dur staggered as the ship rocked forward, his hand grabbing on to the bulkhead to steady himself. "General let's get you strapped in."
HIs Master, Zane Stormblast, nodded as best he could in his current state. His robes were almost shredded and Bao Dur could see all lightsaber burns and blaster wounds that marred his body. His long blonde hair was matted with blood and even after Bao Dur and The Handmaiden had shot him full of stimulants he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.
"Br...Brianna, Brianna where are you?"
The Handmaiden ran up to the Med Bay's bed and knelt beside him. "I'm here Zane. I'm here. Just hold on, Atton is getting us out of here." She brushed a hand through his hair and kissed his hand.
"I love you, you know that?"
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Thank you for being my hero. For saving the Galaxy for all of us. I'll never be able to repay you for that. Just promise you'll hold on for just a little while. For me?"
He nodded and Bao Dur took the chance to excuse himself.
"Atton! The General's ok, get us out of here!"
"Hold on, this isn't going to be pretty."
Bao Dur grabbed on to the co-pilot's seat where the still unconscious Mira was secured. Atton threw back the throttle and the whole cockpit shook as they were flung out of the gravity well of Malachor V. Atton flicked a few switches back and as they darted away from the planet's second destruction, everything outside the cockpit got blurry and soon they were welcomed by the calming blue light of Hyperspace.
Atton flung himself back against his seat, breathing heavy and Bao Dur managed to observe that his face and brown robes were soaked with sweat.
"Well...that was fun. Let's never do it agin."
Bao Dur nodded, sliding down into the navigator's chair. He looked over at Mira, the excitement of their take off didn't rouse her from uncosciousness. He knew that she wasn't seriously injured, he could still feel her prescence in the Force. But he was concerned as to why she wasn't waking up yet.
Dustil has already incapacitated one of them, the Miraluka. She didn't even put up much of a fight. It was all too simple really, just reach out and touch the mind. Gently touch the neurons and they simply fall asleep.
He crawls over to the woman's still form and removes the twin lightsabers from her belt. He takes his stun cuffs out and secures them along the her delicate wrists.
You wouldn't understand. It's better that you sleep for a while until we can explain.
He places the small neural inhibitor on the back of her neck to prevent her from exploiting her connection to the force.
He pulls a sleeping bag out of one of the boxes in the cargo hold and drags the woman insides of it. He makes sure that the woman is secure inside and sets off towards the cockpit.
Dustil stops at the med bay when he hears a voice inside. A woman. She is singing softly in a language he doesn't know and he can't help but appreciate the beauty of it.
He stretches out with the force and probes at her aura. She's a beacon like Revan, bright but with a warmth to her like the Sun on Telos in the summer.
He works his way to her physical brain itself and can almost see it in his mind. He works his way among the nerve endings and neurons and gently willed them to shut down.
He hears the singing stop and the rustling of robes as the woman's small body slumps against the wall.
He creeps into the med bay and is surprised to see the Exile is also unconscious, laying strapped onto the bed. He examines the elder man's injuries and finds none to be severely life threatening. Dustil chalks up his cureent state to shock and overall exhaustion.
He's just a man, nothing more. But he just saved the Galaxy.
Dustil looked at the small woman in Jedi robes on the floor. She was Echani he realized, really a lovely looking woman. He patted her down for weapons and removed a double bladed lightsaber, two small vibroblades and a hold out blaster. He picked her up and deposited her securely in the cargo hold taking the same precautions he had with the Miraluka woman.
As he was heading back towards the cockpit, he heard the metallic clink of boots and was greeted by Mandalore with a human man slung over his shoulder and dragging a Zabrak behind him.
"These two got enough anethesia to knock out a bantha, they should be out for a while."
Dustil nodded, picking up the Zabarak and the human and placing each of them over each shoulder.
"Set course for Tython. Should only take us a couple hours to get there."