Mirshko Betna
Daughter of Arrbi and Anija
[member="Alaric D'Lessio"]
It felt strange. The sudden silence of the Bes'uliik cockpit was so very different from the frenzy of the battle aboard that derelict freighter. Not that one could hear sound in vacuum, but the vibrations and explosions somewhat made up for that. Not that it did much for her continued health, though. Shaking her head, Mirshko leaned her head back against the pilot's chair.
They'd returned from the mission battered and bruised, but they had at least recovered some of the armor and personal effects of their fallen Vode. In the end, that was what mattered. At least to her. She didn't know whether they'd managed to recover much else. For now, her Bes'uliik rested on the decking of one of the many military hangars outside Keldabe.
She'd returned home as quickly as she could following the skirmish, not paying much mind to her own physical state. There were burns and carbon scoring across the plates of her armor. She knew she would have to do some serious repairs to several systems. And she honestly had no idea what kind of injuries she might have. She had been so focused on the battle itself that such things had barely registered. Da called it Battle Mind. A focus not unlike a Battle Meditation, but it had nothing to do with the Force.
Frowning, she pushed up and out of the pilot's chair as the canopy rose slowly. When there was enough clearance, Mirshko jumped lightly to the ground. It was then that she began to feel what wounds she might have. Pain lanced through her leg as the impact jarred her body on landing. Gritting her teeth, Mirshko swore softly through clenched teeth as she forced herself to straighten. In spite of that, she still limped slightly as she made her way from the hangar.
It felt strange. The sudden silence of the Bes'uliik cockpit was so very different from the frenzy of the battle aboard that derelict freighter. Not that one could hear sound in vacuum, but the vibrations and explosions somewhat made up for that. Not that it did much for her continued health, though. Shaking her head, Mirshko leaned her head back against the pilot's chair.
They'd returned from the mission battered and bruised, but they had at least recovered some of the armor and personal effects of their fallen Vode. In the end, that was what mattered. At least to her. She didn't know whether they'd managed to recover much else. For now, her Bes'uliik rested on the decking of one of the many military hangars outside Keldabe.
She'd returned home as quickly as she could following the skirmish, not paying much mind to her own physical state. There were burns and carbon scoring across the plates of her armor. She knew she would have to do some serious repairs to several systems. And she honestly had no idea what kind of injuries she might have. She had been so focused on the battle itself that such things had barely registered. Da called it Battle Mind. A focus not unlike a Battle Meditation, but it had nothing to do with the Force.
Frowning, she pushed up and out of the pilot's chair as the canopy rose slowly. When there was enough clearance, Mirshko jumped lightly to the ground. It was then that she began to feel what wounds she might have. Pain lanced through her leg as the impact jarred her body on landing. Gritting her teeth, Mirshko swore softly through clenched teeth as she forced herself to straighten. In spite of that, she still limped slightly as she made her way from the hangar.