A brilliant fire


Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
The smoke was still rising from the treeline when Valery stepped onto the scorched hilltop. Ash clung to the edges of her jumpsuit, her shoulders carried the weight of the fight just passed, and her saber hung idle at her belt once more. Around her, the aftermath of a small but sharp battle was laid bare. Downed vehicles, scattered blaster marks, and the groans of those who hadn't been quick enough to avoid the worst of it.
She exhaled slowly and raised a hand, fingers threading through sweat-matted hair as she looked over the wounded lining the edge of the field. Some were civilians caught in the crossfire. Others were soldiers who hadn't wanted the fight in the first place. There was no easy victory here. Just a planet in the Outer Rim, trying not to tear itself apart.
Valery activated her comm and brought it to her lips.
"This is Valery Noble. We've secured the site, but we have wounded. Civilians and militia both. I need support." A brief pause followed. Her tone softened, though the urgency never left it. "Once the wounded are patched up, we can hopefully put a stop to this conflict." With that, she turned off her comms and let out a sigh. Some things would be much easier if she had been able to heal people herself, but alas.
She couldn't be good at everything.
Then her eyes swept across the battered landscape once more, planning ahead in her mind while she waited.