Bethany Kismet
A Light In the Dark
M O N A S T E R Y
After the events of Oderint Dum Metuant
The SLV Satori wasn't the first ship back. Other than the SLV Kismet (sigh), all of the other medical ships had made it back to Monastery before she had. The last however, was right on her tail, and once she had touched base with each group over the comm, she let go of a low grade tension she had been all too keenly aware of.
It was, as far as Bethany was concerned, as successful as any hot zone mission could possibly end up. They had sustained no casualties, and had saved lives. It could have been more. It could have been better perhaps. But this was sometimes as good as it got, and she wasn't going to sneer at the efforts gone to, especially when all of her people had made it home safe.
And there was still work to do. There were wounded who needed more than field treatment on every ship. Mostly civilians, but apparently, at least in one case, someone who *should* have gone back with their own people. Not even for a moment did Bethany begrudge the presence of a particular young woman being brought down from the Kismet. But it was interesting that she had been picked up by the Lotus rather than her own allies. A small frown ghosted over the Jedi Master's face as she shielded her eyes, looking up into the hazy morning sky as the ship filled her view.
As the Kismet touched down, her mind skipped over certain things- certain feelings and connections that she hadn't yet had time to fully muse upon. They would have to wait, but it took an effort to settle a certain dark haired Jedi from her mind and focus now on the task at hand.
The petite Jedi waited on the tarmac for [member="Hazel Zanteres"] and their unexpected guest, one [member="Mishel Ren"].
After the events of Oderint Dum Metuant
The SLV Satori wasn't the first ship back. Other than the SLV Kismet (sigh), all of the other medical ships had made it back to Monastery before she had. The last however, was right on her tail, and once she had touched base with each group over the comm, she let go of a low grade tension she had been all too keenly aware of.
It was, as far as Bethany was concerned, as successful as any hot zone mission could possibly end up. They had sustained no casualties, and had saved lives. It could have been more. It could have been better perhaps. But this was sometimes as good as it got, and she wasn't going to sneer at the efforts gone to, especially when all of her people had made it home safe.
And there was still work to do. There were wounded who needed more than field treatment on every ship. Mostly civilians, but apparently, at least in one case, someone who *should* have gone back with their own people. Not even for a moment did Bethany begrudge the presence of a particular young woman being brought down from the Kismet. But it was interesting that she had been picked up by the Lotus rather than her own allies. A small frown ghosted over the Jedi Master's face as she shielded her eyes, looking up into the hazy morning sky as the ship filled her view.
As the Kismet touched down, her mind skipped over certain things- certain feelings and connections that she hadn't yet had time to fully muse upon. They would have to wait, but it took an effort to settle a certain dark haired Jedi from her mind and focus now on the task at hand.
The petite Jedi waited on the tarmac for [member="Hazel Zanteres"] and their unexpected guest, one [member="Mishel Ren"].