#bootylorian

🍑 lorians, the fiercest 🍑  hunter in the galaxy. wearing their booskar

Fair warning, there are bad descriptions of both injuries and medicine. I don't know how this stuff works, and it's also star wars.

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The sound of beskar hitting durasteel reverberated through Jate’s ears he waited for the red armored Imperials to leave. He could feel Kel and Rav vibrating with anger behind him where they were hidden. Jate himself was frozen in shock, staring at where Paz had fallen.

Kel elbowed him viciously in the side where his beskar didn't protect, jolting him back into his body.

"Ori'vod" She wispered, "what do we do now?"

Spurred back into action, Jate rushed forward, the other two hot in his heels. He skidded to a halt beside Paz's still form, ripping his glove off and pressing it to his clansmember's wrist, searching for any sign of life. To his immense relief, there was a weak pulse.

"Quickly, get the medpack!" He hissed as he set about cataloging wounds, careful to keep his voice down lest they alert the shabuire who did this.

Rav pulled two hyposprays and a handful of bacta patches and containers out of a pouch at their waist, handing half over to Jate and getting to work on the wound on Paz's leg. Luckily it unluckily, the electricity from the Imperials' staffs had cauterized most of the wounds. They slathered the worst of the wounds in bacta and then applied a few patches before moving on to applying the hypospray to the blaster burns from the stormtroopers.

Jate inspected the injury in Paz's shoulder. Unlike the other wounds from the staffs, this one had pierced his flesh. He carefully disconnected Paz's chestplate from his kute, hoping he would forgive him later. With Kel's help, he lifted him up to remove his backplate as well, setting it carefully aside along with the chestplate.

The injury wasn't as bad as expected. The shock had likely been what caused Paz to pass out, along with the injuries from the rest of the battle. Jate carefully peeled back the flight suit and applied bacta, then a few patches on and around the area. Frowning behind his buy'ce, he drew a knife and sliced off a long strip from his kama, which he then used to bind the wound.

Sitting back, Jate realized that there was nothing more they could do in their current conditions. Paz was stabilized, but there was nothing more they could do to help without a medic.

"Kel, help me carry him," he instructed, "Rav, you get his armor."

With Kel's help, he lifted Paz upright. Quickly scanning his surroundings, he started towards a tunnel that led back the way they came. All the Imperials were in pursuit of the rest of the group, so no one intercepted them. Rav led, Paz's armor pieces strapped to their back with a makeshift harness.

The three Mandalorians slipped through the tunnels as silently as possible, making their way further and further away from the base. Once they got far enough that they felt safe slowing down, they searched for a place to lay low.

Rav directed them to a small offshoot of the tunnels, one that was hidden and easily defendable. After gently lowering Paz to the ground and double checking all of his bandages, Jate sent out a distress beacon to the rest of their group. He got a ping back, but it came with a warning that it would be a while before they could get to them, and to just lay low in a second location.

"We'll have to stay here for a bit." He informed the others.

Kel and Rav nodded, taking up watch at the entrance to their hideaway. Jate settled in for the wait, his eyes locked on the steady rise and fall of Paz's chest.