Devil Makes Three

[Arage Bao]

[member="Nikole Vizsla"]

Ronan took one slow look at the Graul, before nodding at her.

"Please." Before letting himself be sat down a few meters away from the still struggling beast. It was no longer trying to get at them, instead it was primarily focused on trying to get the log out of its chest to increase its mobility.

It was a valiant struggle, but an useless one.

All it did was exhaust itself further until it couldn’t do anything anymore and that would be the end of that.

Vizsla helped her remove parts of his armor so she could get to the wound, to disinfect and dress it, while studying the thing.

"We could help it, maybe." the man wondered out loud. "Tame it maybe? What do you think, sister?"

It was just open musing. But it did sound right to him, for some strange reason.

 

[Nyx]

Spend enough time on the field, and you get a general idea of how to dress basic wounds. Nikole, herself, was intimately familiar with blaster burns and how to treat them.
Memories of fighting the many enemies of the Republic came to mind before she shrugged them away, her mind focusing on the here and now. She wasn't with the Republic anymore. She was a Mandalorian, now.
Her prosthetic arm held bandages as she began to apply bacta to the burns, the adrenaline from the short fight wearing off. She began to get skittish, her eyes avoiding looking anywhere but at the burns, especially not at the rippling muscles. Good Gods, how much could this man bench press?
"Hmm? Oh. Well, if you want to drag it back to the base, I'm sure a bunch of manly Mandalorians can hold down a giant predator long enough to slap a shock collar on it."
That was how animal taming worked, right?
"Alrighty, hold still while I wrap this up."
She held onto his shoulder with her prosthetic arm while the other wrapped the wound in gauze, Nikole feeling a bit better about shooting her CO, now.

[member="Ronan Vizsla"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Nikole Vizsla"]

Ronan grunted every once in awhile as the gauze was wrapped around the wounds, but other than that he stayed quiet.

The sheer logistics of getting the animal from here to the camp would be annoying at best, practically impossible at worst. Oh, perhaps they could somehow figure it out: maybe get the combat medics here, heal it up and then tame it on the spot. But there would be casualties - they hadn’t yet cleared out the woods of most of its critters, which is why those regular patrols were completely necessary.

No, that wasn’t worth it.

Better to kill it now, get it out of its suffering and maybe figure out a solution for this later on.

"Too risky. Maybe another time." He replied wistfully while letting her finish her work.

Then he stood up and gingerly rolled his shoulders a touch. Feeling the friction of the muscles, the slight tugging and burn of the wound and the wind lashing against his skin.

"Kill it and let’s go."

Was it a test? Did he want to see if she was able to execute a… defenseless animal? Or was Ronan simply wondering how she would go around it? Maybe there wasn’t even a deeper reason for the request.

Maybe he just didn’t want to exert too much strength after that wound he got from her.

Who knew with him?