Her Lord needs bacta. She's pondering it, as her body moves through the positions that he's taught her. He needs bacta and people he trusts to help him. Meaning she needs to get her parents and Aphra somewhere close by. While she can do the healing he needs, he can now actually heal and that will require bacta and strength she doesn't possess, sadly.
But will the Rebels give up precious bacta to someone they hated? Maybe they should head to Mustafar, and stay there. At least until Lord Vader is back on his feet. She can keep him stable and work on some of his other issues, while in hyperspace.
Feeling something approaching, she pauses in her work and waits, patiently, exuding nonthreatening. The small creature rustles the bush and steps into the light. Well, the small creature would make a decent meal for her and Skywalker. And she'll need to eat... Sighing, she flips her vibroknife and impales the creature through the head. Soft grey fur covers it and she runs her hands over it. It still hurts to kill, but she will not eat rations if she can help it.
The small creature, about the size of a Loth-cat, would have enough meat on it to serve the two of them. Putting the Imperial shirt back on, she quickly dresses the animal, even preserving the skin. Her dad will like it if nothing else. Then, she peels out of the bloody shirt and is relieved that no blood had landed on her dress. (She's ruined more outfits...)
Instead of going back to her meditation, she starts making camp for them, avoiding going back on the ship for as long as she can. But when she does, she hears Lord Vader give a very edited version of their relationship. "He saved me." She says, looking for a few things that her father had put on board just in case. Finding them, she smiles. "I killed something for dinner, since you should eat and I need to eat before I continue helping either of you." She is a bossy little thing when she's in full healer mode.
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But will the Rebels give up precious bacta to someone they hated? Maybe they should head to Mustafar, and stay there. At least until Lord Vader is back on his feet. She can keep him stable and work on some of his other issues, while in hyperspace.
Feeling something approaching, she pauses in her work and waits, patiently, exuding nonthreatening. The small creature rustles the bush and steps into the light. Well, the small creature would make a decent meal for her and Skywalker. And she'll need to eat... Sighing, she flips her vibroknife and impales the creature through the head. Soft grey fur covers it and she runs her hands over it. It still hurts to kill, but she will not eat rations if she can help it.
The small creature, about the size of a Loth-cat, would have enough meat on it to serve the two of them. Putting the Imperial shirt back on, she quickly dresses the animal, even preserving the skin. Her dad will like it if nothing else. Then, she peels out of the bloody shirt and is relieved that no blood had landed on her dress. (She's ruined more outfits...)
Instead of going back to her meditation, she starts making camp for them, avoiding going back on the ship for as long as she can. But when she does, she hears Lord Vader give a very edited version of their relationship. "He saved me." She says, looking for a few things that her father had put on board just in case. Finding them, she smiles. "I killed something for dinner, since you should eat and I need to eat before I continue helping either of you." She is a bossy little thing when she's in full healer mode.