Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
[ I've got you Miss Persephone. ]
Cradled in metal arms, Zee was carrying her out to the top as if she weighed nothing. Even if debris fell on the droid he was built solidly with phrik, practically indestructible unlike herself. Wincing, she was biting her lip in order to keep from crying. A habit learned long ago, cry all she wanted but no one was coming to save her. Even though she knew differently now there was no sense in wasting her tears on something that couldn't be changed.
[ Evaluating your condition I have already determined what stims you will need until we reach a proper medical facility. Judging by my scans there is no internal bleeding. This allows us to return to a PharmaTech location rather than a backwater medical center. ]
Another wince. Zee was moving up and she was pushed back against his torso.
"Is Kiran okay?"
[ He is moving just fine from what I can gather from my records. Splitting up was the best option given the fragile state of the ruins. ]
"That's good."
Clearly Zee thought she was asking too many questions. Soon there was a prick in her arm and the edges of her vision began to get fuzzy. The droid took measures into his own hands to deliver a stim to knock her out. Soon she was lifeless in his arms as he continued his journey out.
[ Much better. ]
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