& she kneels at the side of the wounded irken,
a small safety kit enclosed within her three fingers;
it is with honor that she fondly recalls whom now lays
in pain, dirt & soil worsening the injuries they have
gained from what appears to be a fatal crash landing
-- or, an incident that most likely related to that catagory
in some type of way. Though she had awaited the day
the two might cross paths once again, it was not to her
preferred preference that such would occur this way.
❝ Irken Tak, are you able to comprehend your
surroundings? You seem to have taken quite a
beating; & in such an unpopulated area, you’re
quite lucky I even found you here. If you can hear
me -- what is the cause linked to your fatal injuries? ❞