His knuckles turning white as he grabbed ahold of the nearest railing he could find. Beads of sweat raced down the left side of his face as he stared at the city growing closer and closer. He squeezed harder as the metal began to slightly buckle under the strain. He had hooked up the droid to the main controls. What else was there to do?
Come on.
Closing his eyes and opening them, the mountain and city began to inch away to the side of the viewport with every second. Felix's eyes widened. It was working. But the ship would still crash no matter what. As it began hurtling faster and faster to the outskirts of the city, Felix began working to repair X-9. The droid had done all it can and keeping it rigged to the console would be a death sentence.
Returning its mobility by reconnecting the wires he had undone before, Felix gave a single nod to the droid as he returned its freedom to the mechanical assistant. It had done its part, and it had been more than enough. Turning away from the doird. Felix slammed his hand on the communication relay.
"Everyone! Brace for impact!"
Running before sliding to Ko's side, Felix picked up the Kel Dor into his arms before hugging the injured Jedi tight. Resting his back against the wall, Felix put his body between himself and the initial impact. To keep Ko safe. To save as many as he can. Felix closed his eyes.
And waited as the vessel shook as it entered the peak of its velocity right before impact. Everything went black as the explosion of light and sound began its crescendo.
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Staring through cracked lenses, Felix's eyelids slowly opened as he coughed the dust and smoke out of his lungs. A sudden pain between his ribs simply erupted through every nerve in his body at the sudden movement, dulled only by the adrenaline and numbness surrounding the wound. Tilting his head slowly down, Felix's gaze met the source of his troubles. A piece of shrapnel jutting out from between his ribs. Delicately circling the wound with his hands, Felix barely felt the dampness of his shirt as he gave a small experimental tug at the metal shard.
It gave way a little although a new burst of pain forced Felix's hands to instinctively pull away. Good, in a sense. The shrapnel was not part of the ship. He was not pinned down. Only an unlucky casualty of the crash.
His gaze moved upward before traveling around the ship. Before settling on Ko's form. Felix's eyes widened before he drove his cybernetic arm into one wall, pulling himself up slowly and steadily. Standing on uneven ground, Felix took step after step despite the occasional thrum of pain from his side telling him to keep still. It was easy to fight through pain, crippling or not, so long as he had purpose.
Get Ko out of here. Alive.
Felix knelt down, falling to his knees rather than spend the time to get down slowly, and began checking the Kel Dor's pulse.
"Please be alive. Come on."
The steady thrum of a heartbeat echoed through into his touch. The Kel Dor was alive. Felix shifted the young padawan's body around before inspecting for any wounds. When there was nothing obvious and the pulse did not seem weak, Felix looked back to his wound. Felix began to stretch his injured side a little before grasping the shrapnel with both hands. The medical expert inside of him screamed to leave it in and to not move around so much.
The other part of him, the soldier, told him to get out of there along with the Kel Dor. Felix pulled. A fierce grunt escaped through his gritted teeth as his shoulders tensed as the metal blade shot free from his side. Blood dripped from the shrapnel. Red. Felix chuckled before tossing the fragment away and hoisting Kel Dor into his arms. Lifting himself and the Kel Dor's weight in one final push, Felix's eyes narrowed as he grunted while his arms adjusted for the Kel Dor's weight and size before making a trek for the exit.
Where ever that might be.
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Leaping down from the upper floors of one split half of the ship, Felix began a trek away from the ship. The sun beat down on him as Felix fell to his knees before setting Ko onto the ground outside. A couple hundred yards away from the crash, Felix cast a glance over his shoulder to see it billowing smoke as it still burned and creaked, falling apart even after who knows how long since it was that they crashed. Felix placed a hand gingerly over his wound before pressing on it. Shaking his head, Felix began reaching with his other arm through Ko's pockets and belt.
It had to be here. Felix's hand felt the familiar shape. A communicator. Cracked but not out of commision. He grasped ahold of it before he began inputting the command. A distress signal began emanating from the device. Felix looked up at the sky. Help should come soon. Getting up on his two feet as he stood straight--clutching his side, Felix's eyes flickered to the side. Another body.
Felix jogged quickly over, seething as the wound ached. As he approached closer, the sight of a fallen soldier became more and more clear. A Ryloth soldier. Felix knelt beside the man and checked for a pulse. Still there. Removing his bloodied hand from his side, Felix worked to undo the clasp of the soldier's helmet. A severe blow to the face and missing teeth. Whatever had done this had been strong or enough force had been sent his way to cause this. Felix rested his fingers against the man's neck.
A pulse. Alive. But his breathing was unstead. Felix reached out over his face as a faint light grew from the mercenary's hand. The s
Suspicion grew in the back of his mind as Felix looped both arms under the soldier's shoulders and began dragging the soldier towards Ko's unconscious form. Setting the soldier beside Ko, Felix sighed as he rested one arm on a bent knee. Blinking a few times, Felix's ear twitched. A sound. Breathing but . . . far away. Heartbeats. Felix's gaze rose upon the ship.
He could feel it. He could feel every one of them. More people inside the wrecked vessel or caught in its crossfire. Calling for help.
Felix rose to his feet before both hands curled into fists. The first steps were unsteady before Felix began rushing forward. Ignore the pain. The fear. He would use it and
run.
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One after the other. Another body. Another injured individual. Some were unconscious, others in pretty bad shape, and others with bumps and bruises looking over those that could not look out for themselves in the time Felix was gone. Stepping out from the wreckage, Felix hoisted over his shoulder the last of the injured. The last of whom he could sense immediately.
As he stepped closer and closer towards the cluster of injured, Felix's ears heard the roar not of heartbeat or breath. No, it was an alliance transport descending from the skies. A medical vessel intent on collecting on that distress signal. Raising a hand over his eyes to shield out the sun from his face, Felix smiled as he peered up at the vessel.
Everyone would get home safe. He would see to it that they did. Then he would track down the one who caused all this destruction in the first place.
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rather carelessly with an impish giggle of excitement erupting from the xenos chest. "Ha'rangir bare witness, Your favorite daughter will give you much godblood! And then the spirits of Manda will rejoice in this ones name~" Dima spoke to her god now, a warm radiating in her core at the idea of her beloved Manda witnessing her trials against the godborn. 
