Healing Women (Caz/Alex)

[Yasha Cadera]

“Ma’am, please, you need to come now. There’s been an incident. Alor Australis is recovering, but… it’s the Mand’alor. Bring whatever kit you require.” The knock came to the house, in the middle of the afternoon. [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] swung in with another of Clan Cadera’s approved nannies, an elderly Mandalorian matron, who nodded and pushed through to check on the younger children. Vano, one of Yasha’s trusted gurlanin guards came to the door herself, dressed in armour and hidden behind her helmet. “Yasha was mangled, poisoned by Vong and went postal on [member="Alexandra Feanor"]. Dr. Allard has her in surgery, and the worst is over, but… her shoulder is beyond surgical intervention. She needs you.”

The idea Yasha could be so afflicted as to attack her own girlfriend was a sour one indeed. Yet, in the end of their Vong incursion, Yasha’s childhood programming triggered.

“We’re leaving her sedated until you see her… wait…” Vano stepped two steps to the side, cupping her hand on her buy’ce and listening to a transmission.

“Alex is wounded but alright… she’s… going to meet us there. Please, can you come?” Vano helped Caz with anything she required, speeding as much along to get Yasha’s wife on her way to the Never Again SSD. Similar details went up to [member="Alexandra Feanor"]’s ship, along with the first and only words Yasha said clearly, before the sedatives rid her of consciousness.

“Ale’ika… I’m sorry…”

 

[Caz Australis]

Caz's breath caught as she listened to the words. Her loves were warriors, but she never got used to hearing that they were injured. She said a silent prayer to her guides and started grabbing oils and crystals and herbs and packed them in her kit. She grabbed some tinctures that she had made a few days earlier.

"Poison.. poison... she was poisoned... And she hurt Alex? That seems very unlike her. " Caz couldn't focus on anything else. She needed to help her wife. She would crumble if she lost her Yasha. She looked in her bag again, shuffling the contents to make sure she had everything.

"Okay, okay, I think I have everything. We can go now." Caz gathered her bags and handed them to Vano. She sent a quick message to the house staff to let them know she was leaving, and then another to Kaine. She told him not to worry and they would be back soon. She grabbed her wrap and followed Vano out the door.



[member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Punch it.” Vano and the Cadera guards rushed [member="Caz Australis"] into the shuttle and took off before the hatch was down. There was an aura of nerves in the ship. A taste of copper and desperation.

Fear. Vano rapped at the side of her chair, a nervous tick she never displayed. Until now. The pilots were quiet but for orders, and went into the Never Again’s VIP docking bay hot. Vano was up and at the hatch before the docking clamps were down.

Tuulu, faithful guard and companion Tuulu met Caz and hurried her to the skiff which would take them the rest of the way through the mammoth ten kilometre ship.

“Caz. The Yasha you’re about to see in there isn’t the one... it’s not...” Pursing his lips, he grumbled a growl. “Yasha went feral. Lost control and tried to kill Alex. Her right arm might not be saved unless you can save it.”

Throughout the entirety of Caz and Yasha’s relationship the common thread was Yasha’s horror at losing control. It was the haunting shadow in her belly, a threat she confronted only when most dire.

The idea of losing control was a worse crime for the intricately controlled Infernal than using the Force on Manda’yaim.

“She’s sedated, but watch out for her teeth.” As Tuulu opened the door, Yasha laid in the suite she normally shared when travelling with Caz. Prone on the bed, her legs and chest restrained, she was draped in hospital linens. Pale cast to olive skin.

None had been able to get close enough to her mouth to wash the crimson off her face and chin. Her mangled right shoulder was wrapped in Bacta, grizzly and contained.

Even with the sedatives, Yasha’s face quaked, teeth snapping as [member="Ambrose Cadera"], the aging gurlanin who took Yasha in as a child, and trained her, attempted to wipe her face. He hummed soothingly, looking up to Caz’s entry with a glance of concern.

Even he, critical man, hoped Caz was the key.

 

[Caz Australis]

Caz listened to Tuulu while mentally starting to plan her strategy. She didn't fear Yasha, regardless of her size or her propensity to lose control. She just had to get in there and see her, feel her energy, and hopefully she could bring her back.

It seemed like an eternity until they got to Yasha. Caz quickly gathered her things and followed Tuulu into the room. She inhaled sharply when she saw her love on the table and closed her eyes and grounded herself.

Caz walked to the wash basin and started to wet soft cloths. She opened her heart chakra and started pushing warm loving energy toward her wife.

She turned, with the clothes in hand and moved slowly toward Yasha. "Cyar'ika... it's me... it's Caz. My love, I am here to help you. I need you to let me clean you up." Caz took a few more steps near her, pushing energy over Yasha. "Baby, I need you to let me get close. Will you let me touch you? You've been hurt, and I need to heal you. Yasha, open your eyes and look at me. I need to put my hands on you."

Caz was standing next to Yasha. She set the clothes down and hovered her hands over Yasha. She scanned her body, feeling the heat changed and pulsing of energy that Yasha was emitting. She moved so slowly, all the time softly telling Yasha how much she loved her and was going to make her better.

"Yasha, love, I need to touch you... are you ready?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The woman in a bed Yasha usually shared with her wife was a wild thing. She snapped and quaked, lashing out with her teeth. Her jaw clamped down on Ambrose’s palm, drawing blood. He grunted and stayed silent, wiping half her face down as she shook her head like a dog killing its’ prey.

He dropped the rag and jammed his thumb in the joint between her jaw and skull to pop her jaw open and extricate his hand. Trying to set his hand on her forehead, Ambrose watched [member="Caz Australis"] cautiously. Hopeful. He rose to put a bacta patch on his hand, puncture wounds and teeth marks dotting down to his wrist.

Impossible to discern mentally via any magic or force power, the only thing Caz had to go on was Yasha’s body language. The tension in her muscles, but for the right arm, which laid limp. Amber eyes so usually filled with love, opened with the horror of an animal caged. Yasha roared through a strained throat. Struggled against the bonds.

Falling back the few inches she could, Yasha panted and clenched her teeth, letting out a long groaning scream. Her pants broke into the air, diminishing the closer Caz got to her wife.

Caz was the safe spot in Yasha’s tempestuous sea. The elder woman was a perpetuality in Yasha’s life, her fixed point. As Yasha shook her head to clear the fog of the sedatives attempting to keep her down, her eyes rolled to Caz’s face.

Her pink hair… She struggled a little less. Head leaning back on her pillow. Eyes shut. A chin raised, to bare her neck. The sign of submission in the overcome Epicanthix.

 

[Caz Australis]

Caz saw her wife lay back and expose her neck. She laid her left hand on Yasha's neck. "Ok baby, it's ok. You are safe. You are loved. I want you to breathe, five breaths in and out slowly. Feel it.. feel it in your chest." Caz slowed her breathing in synchronization with Yasha. Caz closed her eyes and visualized her warm pink energy flowing into her partner. She took her right hand and hovered it over heart and chest and felt the pulsating energy flow from her body into her wife's body. She could feel her relax more and her breathing slow. Caz looked over her shoulder at Ambrose. "Are you alright? Wrap it tight and I will help you in a minute."

Caz turned her attention back to Yasha. "My love, open your eyes and look at me. It's alright. I am going to take care of you. Stay with me. Keep looking in my eyes, cyar'ika."

[member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

The hand on Yasha’s neck caused the monstrous woman to twitch and writhe under [member="Caz Australis"]. Teeth snapped, red jaws working to tear at the… the… sniffing nostrils.

Wild eyes, clenched shut against the light. Familiar perfume, the scent of the only woman, who could get so close and so demanding of her, Yasha’s wife. Her foundation. The first breaths out of her lungs were haggard. Punctuation driving wounded ribs and struggling heart fending off a lethal infection from the Vongspores.

“I’m fine, but Yasha… She wouldn’t come out of it. Her mother programmed her to lash out when she was wounded. Disregard faces, people, just attack. We had to be hard on teaching Yasha control, when she became ours, otherwise she wasn’t safe.” Ambrose growled, looking at the girl he took personal care into raising after her mother was dead, and her father was… absent. Gone. Turning from Caz and Yasha for just a moment, the elder gurlanin shifted the lights lower, to avoid the burn on Yasha’s light-sensitive retinae.

Yasha’s breathing staggered, a semblance of control in place of the consuming rage. Gore-covered eyelids cracked open, body beneath them tense to the bone, straining at the cuff-restraints holding her down. Shut again, Yasha’s face contorted as she thrashed and screamed through clenched teeth, a wailing and baleful sound which cloyed at the soul.

As it echoed out, falling away, Yasha opened her eyes.

She opened herself to her wife. Easing, panting as her body finally went loose. Head rolling to look at her, amber eyes usually so full of restraint and love as wild as her inhibitions. Her hand attempted to raise up and touch Caz, but could only get so far before being held back by the restraint.

Yasha gulped and mouthed Caz’s name, more of her returned to her eyes. The danger over.

"Caz."