Rianna Organa
Well-Known Member
[SIZE=14pt]The Dancing Thranta[/SIZE][SIZE=14pt] raced through space the pilot was not the one who knew the controls as well as he knew the design that made it possible for the ship to fly. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]The pilot. The Jedi. The Mandalorian.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]A friend. A healer. A Warrior.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]A Wife. A Husband. [/SIZE]
One patient.
Rianna stood by the stasis container that held her riduur she stared down at him part of her was screaming silently in despair but she could not show this emotion, not yet. Her body swayed as she comprehended the dire state of Jasper. She had not opened his armor yet now would not be the time. His armor contained bacta injectors which would combat injuries something they had talked to make available for all mandalorians for just this reason. The ability to sustain a life. Rianna meditated upon the force the swirls of light coalesced around them feeding into Jasper’s body, Rianna the conduit.
[SIZE=14pt]Anyone who had watched the scene play out on Empress Teta would think Jasper dead and right now she was inclined to let the galaxy think just that. How could he live through a head shot. How? The strength of the armor, the strength of the man. The availability of medical treatment.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]The scans shows that he had taken a terrible hit to the back of the head she had expected him to be dead, she had hoped that he would not be. When they had recovered him she could see that his life signs were minimal near death. But here on this ship they had something that Jedi legend said could sustain life, a Healing Crystal of Fire. Aedan had gotten it Ordo had asked him to go, it was paying off now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Rianna’s concern had been injury to the vertabrae, spinal cord, and brain. His armor absorbed a lot but the skin at the nape of the neck suffered third degree burns, Rianna could see the white of the bone exposed but what of the brain.
Jasper was still unconscious he moved occasionally but it was his nerves and muscles twitching that made it so. Only once he woke up, if he woke up would they know the depth of his injury. Would he have memory loss, would he be the same Jasper, and how would he feel. Questions, so many questions.
The armor no longer had bacta, she needed to get it off him. She needed to be quick at removing his armor even though it right now was what sustained him within the stasis tube. She had the other container ready, she looked to the droids, "put on the respirator as soon as I open the stasis tube" Keeping him breathing was a priority.
Rianna's hands shook for a moment she pulled them back quickly. Control, Balance, Calm she thought to herself. The antiseptic smell of the medical suite did not bother her right now she noticed very little except her riduur. It was all she could do to keep the tears back. All she could do to keep from dropping to her knees in agony at his near lifeless body.
Finding her balance drawing on the force to remind her of who she was, what she was. She felt calmer, in control the force washed over her only then could she lift the cover and allow the droid to do its work while she pulled the bindings of his armor. The weight of the chest plate bore down on Rianna as she tried to lift it. She would need help to take care of him. She knew that the clan would want to know, would want to see. They were headed home to the farm, not to Mandalore, or Alderaan but to a world full of desolation.
The respirator was put in, the monitor for his heart, and blood gases attached. He was asleep as the bacta worked to heal the outer layers of his body. The Crystal glowed it was alive as it reached out the long tendrils from the small formation and filled the room.
Rianna pushed through working quickly to remove enough to where the droids could pick him up and transfer him into the bacta tank. It was a precious thing to have considering the expense of bacta. The container was sealed and inside floated Jasper “Ordo” be Ar'klim on the brink of death.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Rianna finally able to stop leaned against the bacta tank her forehead resting there, her arms reached around the tank as far as the length of them would allow. Only now with all in her power done could she allow her emotions release. Her dark eyes filled with tears a growing tightness in her chest ached, she tried to take a breath and none would come. She shook her head holding onto the tank. She couldn’t breathe her soul was dying her heart was breaking. The pain of all that had happened was finally finding a voice slowly the sounds of sobbing filled the suite, “ner runi, don’t leave me”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]If there is such thing as a miracle she prayed for one now.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=14pt]The pilot. The Jedi. The Mandalorian.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]A friend. A healer. A Warrior.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]A Wife. A Husband. [/SIZE]
One patient.
Rianna stood by the stasis container that held her riduur she stared down at him part of her was screaming silently in despair but she could not show this emotion, not yet. Her body swayed as she comprehended the dire state of Jasper. She had not opened his armor yet now would not be the time. His armor contained bacta injectors which would combat injuries something they had talked to make available for all mandalorians for just this reason. The ability to sustain a life. Rianna meditated upon the force the swirls of light coalesced around them feeding into Jasper’s body, Rianna the conduit.
[SIZE=14pt]Anyone who had watched the scene play out on Empress Teta would think Jasper dead and right now she was inclined to let the galaxy think just that. How could he live through a head shot. How? The strength of the armor, the strength of the man. The availability of medical treatment.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]The scans shows that he had taken a terrible hit to the back of the head she had expected him to be dead, she had hoped that he would not be. When they had recovered him she could see that his life signs were minimal near death. But here on this ship they had something that Jedi legend said could sustain life, a Healing Crystal of Fire. Aedan had gotten it Ordo had asked him to go, it was paying off now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Rianna’s concern had been injury to the vertabrae, spinal cord, and brain. His armor absorbed a lot but the skin at the nape of the neck suffered third degree burns, Rianna could see the white of the bone exposed but what of the brain.
Jasper was still unconscious he moved occasionally but it was his nerves and muscles twitching that made it so. Only once he woke up, if he woke up would they know the depth of his injury. Would he have memory loss, would he be the same Jasper, and how would he feel. Questions, so many questions.
The armor no longer had bacta, she needed to get it off him. She needed to be quick at removing his armor even though it right now was what sustained him within the stasis tube. She had the other container ready, she looked to the droids, "put on the respirator as soon as I open the stasis tube" Keeping him breathing was a priority.
Rianna's hands shook for a moment she pulled them back quickly. Control, Balance, Calm she thought to herself. The antiseptic smell of the medical suite did not bother her right now she noticed very little except her riduur. It was all she could do to keep the tears back. All she could do to keep from dropping to her knees in agony at his near lifeless body.
Finding her balance drawing on the force to remind her of who she was, what she was. She felt calmer, in control the force washed over her only then could she lift the cover and allow the droid to do its work while she pulled the bindings of his armor. The weight of the chest plate bore down on Rianna as she tried to lift it. She would need help to take care of him. She knew that the clan would want to know, would want to see. They were headed home to the farm, not to Mandalore, or Alderaan but to a world full of desolation.
The respirator was put in, the monitor for his heart, and blood gases attached. He was asleep as the bacta worked to heal the outer layers of his body. The Crystal glowed it was alive as it reached out the long tendrils from the small formation and filled the room.
Rianna pushed through working quickly to remove enough to where the droids could pick him up and transfer him into the bacta tank. It was a precious thing to have considering the expense of bacta. The container was sealed and inside floated Jasper “Ordo” be Ar'klim on the brink of death.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Rianna finally able to stop leaned against the bacta tank her forehead resting there, her arms reached around the tank as far as the length of them would allow. Only now with all in her power done could she allow her emotions release. Her dark eyes filled with tears a growing tightness in her chest ached, she tried to take a breath and none would come. She shook her head holding onto the tank. She couldn’t breathe her soul was dying her heart was breaking. The pain of all that had happened was finally finding a voice slowly the sounds of sobbing filled the suite, “ner runi, don’t leave me”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]If there is such thing as a miracle she prayed for one now.[/SIZE]
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