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Her eyes drifted closed, the world momentarily dimming, the barest touch of her eyelids pressing to one another sending relief through her veins, accompanied by a distinct burn. The voice above her reached even through the faint buzzing that filtered through her hazed senses, clouding her mind and crumpling her face like a piece of castaway plastisteel.
Her eyes cracked open again, and Satra realized she were in an open transport, and if the weightless, smooth flying was anything to go by, the pilot wasn’t Ryn. The woman dragged her gaze upwards, eyes burning in the cold wind, and caught sight of the figure, a woman, long hair like a banner. Hand going to her abdomen, Satra lifted it with great effort and saw it come away bright with blood, and a swallow made its way painfully down her throat.
Attempting words, Satra only released a winded huff of air instead, palm returning to the deep gash and pressing there, free hand lifting in a second attempt to garner the woman’s attention. “Who – who are you?” she managed in a ragged tone, barely audible above the roar of the hovercraft. “Where… are we going-”
how the hell jaina always seemed to be flying off planets in a hurry was a mystery to her. no matter what world she touched down on, trouble always seemed to follow. maybe this was a solo family trait, as her father seemed to have the same problem. this time, however, it revolved around saving a young woman from an unchivalrous thug.
the young jedi couldn’t let scum get away with achieving his end goal of killing the poor woman. her jedi instincts told her the man was bad news, and she knew what she had to do. so, she got the woman to her ship and set off. she hoped everything would work itself out when the mystery woman awoke. jaina set the ship for the nearest system and attended to her guest’s wounds. after applying dressing and meds, she sat back, waiting.
after a long while, jaina’s guest finally woke up. “ don’t move. you’ve been injured, “ she insisted, getting up from her seat to find a glass of water. “ my name is jaina. here, “ she said, giving the glass to the woman in front of her. “ we aren’t going far, just the next system over. someone stabbed you back there on world, “ she explained, having no room for subtleties. “ i would’ve taken you to a medic but i figured you’d be safer here. “ she gave the woman a friendly smile, hoping to assuage any anxieties she may have. “ what’s your name? “