What have I done?
Serea's concentration severed and her quasi-strength withdrawing from her injured form, the protection of the force waned and Serea was flung headfirst into the midst of the cyclone.
Her unwilling body screamed at Serea every step she took and she was reduced to crawling in a meager attempt to protect as much of herself as possible.
Small debris and broken shards of glass embedded themselves Serea's assailable and open flesh, ripping and tearing themselves so forcefully it was as if they were shouting for their beings to be recognized. The rough sand whipped at exposed skin and left ugly raw patches of tissue behind. It was physical abuse as Serea had never known before.
Then, as if reaching out in solace, the deserted sandcrawler, as beaten up and broken as Serea was arrived in her line of sight not ten paces away. Sobbing in relief, Serea clambered toward her salvation and dragged herself inside a crevice, protecting her from the sandstorm outside. The battered woman, having found her sanctuary, blithely slipped from consciousness with the blaster pistol clutched tightly to her chest.
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Carth awoke to a splitting headache, an aching side, and an unfathomable amount of confusion.
The perplexity was soon replaced with anger, shock, worry, and, most predominate, guilt. His soldier's instinct took over as his mentality was still trying to sort itself out. Calling the Ebon Hawk on his comlink, Canderous's gritty voice crackled in reply.
"What's up, Onasi?"
"It's Serea. She's run off."
"Come again, Republic, didn't catch that last bit. Damn sandstorm..." Carth sighed in frustration.
"Serea -- she's gone."
"Gone? How could she be gone?"
"She... She got mad and ran off!"
"Into the sandstorm?! Shit, you look like hell, Onasi. What happened?"
"Yes, into the sandstorm!" Carth growled through gritted teeth. "She pushed me into the wall with the force and I feel like hell." Canderous chuckled as Carth's scowl deepened.
"Lover's quarrel, eh, republic? I wouldn't fight Revan unless I had a death wish! Dumb move, I'd say."
"Her name is Serea, and this is serious! She's run off in the middle of a sandstorm. She'll be ripped to pieces, damnit!" The Mandalorian's attitude quickly sobered.
"Yeah, and you'll be ripped to pieces too if you go out there now. And how would you help her then? She's a smart woman; she'll find protection when her wits come back. As soon as this sandstorm subsides, we'll form a search party."
"But--"
"Carth," Canderous said with all seriousness, "I swear to you that we will find her. On Mandalore's honor, I swear that to you. And I promise that she will be alive. Witnessed?"
"Witnessed," Carth replied miserably.
"Good. Now go get some rest. You'll be no help to Revan--"
"--Serea--"
"--Serea if you can't keep your eyes open long enough to take a stim. Got that?"
"Thanks." Carth heard Canderous's grin more than he saw it.
"That's what a Mandalorian's here for. Kicking sense back into the human's who forget it. Goodnight Carth. I'll inform the rest of them. Over and out." Carth slumped remorsefully against the wall. There would be no rest for him tonight.
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