Location: Mountainside Controlled by Raxis
Alies: [member="Tahn Vizsla"][member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Kaden Farr"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kal Ordo"] Blood Loss
Hopeful Medical Aide: [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Cynthia Raxis"] Clan Raxis
[member="Narir Tracyn"] saved his friend's life with the bacta shot. The pain scissored into her conscious mind, eliminating Yasha's ability to think. An echo of her mother shrilled down her spine as the Black Sky roared through the atmosphere. The echo, one of thousands, sent Yasha's blood-drained mind back to hell.
'Run. As fast as you can. Mommy and Daddy will find you! Run! I love you... please, Eli find her...'
Somehow, [member="Ra Vizsla"] had [member="Aditya Mantis"]' death scream as one of the cacophonous chorus. Kaden asked more of her than a terrified mother trapped in the Netherworld. Just as Ra demanded more.
"It is no longer safe here. You must lead the others, hurry now... Stay low, and if you have to fight...
Bring your Mand'alor a trophy."
The bag of trophies remained across her shoulder and hip. Kaden's voice hit her ears, a desperation to the rough tone of a boy she met in MandalMotors, trying to kill [member="Mia Monroe"]. All she had to do was move. Death was mould, and dust and inaction.
Yasha pulled off her goggles and grit her teeth as a flash of pain took the deep gash in her nose. Shutting her eyes tight, the Mando'ad'ika was as helpless as the day she was born, a blind and wounded girl.
"N-nar..." Yasha handed her bag of trophies to Narir. She felt a flush to her cheek fade off as he helped her. Good on Nar. Always could count on him in a pinch.
"F..f.f..for Mand'alor."
Yasha gasped and reached for Kaden, edging out of her hiding spot. Right arm plastered to her side, Yasha let Kaden carry her. She had a duty to her father [member="Preliat Mantis"] to return to the prison carrier he slept in after the estate was destroyed. A duty to Ra to survive and grow and howl.
Yasha had a duty to Kaden & Narir to avoid becoming another dead member of their family. They belonged side by side, best friends bonded through a lasting effort to live without letting the best of them all die out.
"Kade... not s-sa-fe..." The effort of moving contorted her knees toward her chest in a physical manifestation of pain. The girl would not cry out. She said nothing to the pain.
The girl who came upon the medics of Clan Raxis was not an ordinary life. To any in the Force she was a void, an anomaly which simply did not exist. She could be seen, touched, heard, but the Force did not know this once Netherwordly child. Yasha Mantis was Force Dead, thus the Force would not heal her. Bacta, and a combat medic were the child's chance.