Ask By The Rivers Of Babylon, Road to Redemption Chapter 1

[Etr Wyara]

Jii Adenn katyise ganar slanar bat munit taabir.
Kaysh ltirahyav cuyir yaihi'l be katoupr!
Biay haast sur'haai hwa nalya bu'lya'ye
bal biay raskr malyasa'yr nalya su.
At ba'slanar ibic hra'ne jag teh katoupr yu cuun spirba. Akay, 'kay va kaysh atyaor chur a'uym te'r nakar'tuur.
[Now Adenn, so bold, has Gone on the Long March. His Clansmen are full of sorrow. Whose eyes will remain Dry and whose lamps shall be in vigil. Until he wakes under a different sun tomorrow.]
The Lament was different than it was for Benjin, Adenns Father. But I changed it slightly, adding the last verse. I had hoped Adenn would like it, though for now it was in my head. I had no idea how I would get to Maridun... Adenn usually put in the Nav computer coordinates... I was thinking about where I could bury him on Mandalore, or even Better Concordia. It wasn't a World for Clan Rytt, having seen my father Gunned down without so little as a nod made it quite clear. The burns on his face smelled like roasting meat and small amounts of rendered fat from his face Fell from it.
"Oh My God What happened?!"
A shriek came from Fesseja, I explained what had happened as we got him into the Medical bay.
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[Zaia Krodas]

“Not now, buddy.” Zaia sighed as she took off her helmet, placing it at her side as she made her way to the cockpit. That had been an utter disaster. Unity among the Mandalorians had been achieved for the most part, but at what cost? The optimistic side of her wanted to say that it was all a trick, that this new Mand’alor wanted to use the Sith to gain the assets they needed to combat them and drive them out. However, she knew that Raze wasn’t an idiot, and would likely be expecting something of the sort. To her, the only realistic outcomes of this new alliance would be massive gains for the Sith, with only the scraps being given to her people. And for calling it out, she’d been asked to leave. BG headbutted her knee again, taking her out of her thoughts, and she glared at the droid.

“Look. I don’t care what they did, it was their own- wait, what? A transmission? From Etr?” She got up abruptly, pressing the button that would reveal the message. When the hologram showed up and the audio started to play, Zaia clapped a hand to her mouth. Her heart rate had practically doubled in just a few seconds. BG chirped up at her in worry, but she didn’t hear it. No no, this has to be some kind of Sith trick. There’s no way. Still, she couldn’t shake the gut feeling that this was real.

“Get us to the Spooky Mistress. Now.” She didn’t even look at BG as she spoke, falling back into the pilot’s seat as she stared out the window. Etr. What is Etr going to do?

It was only when the ship landed that Zaia threw on her gray cloak and grabbed her helmet, rushing out of the Bluebird and into Adenn’s ship.

“Where is he?” she asked breathlessly as she came to a stop, but she didn’t have to wait for an answer before she saw him. Her eyes widened in horror. Osi'kyr. In front of Fesseja and Etr lay the man who’d fought beside her, armor and part of his face riddled with blaster burns.

“Fesseja?” Zaia looked at the doctor, struggling to control her breathing before she clenched her fists to calm herself down again. “What can I do?”

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[Narpoo]

"Oooooh?" Narpoo chirped, as he sorted through an opened crate in one of the ships storage rooms. Bashing a metal can on the floor, and grumbling to himself as he did so, Narpoo was growing frustrated - he knew there was something in there that was not on edible, but smelt amazing. With an angry grunt, he thwacked the can with his club, sending it spinning out into the main corridor. "Eeeeeeee!" the Ewok panicked, and shot off after the can, not a care in the world as he ran through the ship in pursuit of his prize.

Rounding a corner, he powered through the ship after his wayward food, as fast as his stubby legs could carry him.

As fate would have it, he ended up running into the medical bay, where two humanoid figures would be found. One, looking worse for wear, and the other looks concerned at their colleague's plight. He dove for cover behind a nearby crate, keeping slightly as he prayed to the heavens that he had not been caught. Unable to hide his curiosity, he peered around the corner of the crate and saw the subject of the medical bays attention. He looked messed up.

Narpoo was not a cruel Ewok. He was quite a medical expert back on Endor - and so he rolled out from behind the crate and jumped up and down, pointing at the injured man, and then at his own stomach, suggesting he was pointing at the gunshot wounds on the prone man's own stomach. "Boona?" he asked. Burn wounds, immediately around the gunshots? Narpoo knew exactly how to treat them!

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Back on the dirt, it was all Casany could do to walk away from her own people, those who now walked with the Sith. Her bottle of alcohol was sitting somewhere in the sand, a monument to the Mandalorians now drunk on scraps of power, fed by Darth Raze. Though, she had not left empty-handed.

Etr had not carried his father alone. His sister helped him, delivered the butchered man to the Mistress, lifted him to the medical bed, stood over him for a spell, let Fesseja do her thing and stepped away to do her own.

She was still intoxicated, poisoned, and pissed out what she could in the restroom. Her helmeted head found the wall. Sober up, you dumb bitch! Clanged again and again. Wake up! The pill she had swallowed would quickly help with that.

Back in the medbay, Casany discovered two others, and one of them was Zaia Krodas, once more wasting no time to help. “Don’t worry, Krodas. He will live.”

Casany then nodded to the Ewok. “Boona.” The wounds were grave but would not take the man to his own. “His armor served him well.” The bacta tank would certainly help. “The bolts might have taken his head, he didn't even have his helmet on...but the universe has not permitted Adenn Rytt to die just yet.”


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[Fesseja Rytt]

A mess to be sure, that was Adenn Rytt. At first when he came there was a shock at the damage... these Mandalorians were a rough people. Then the shock at the story.
"Stupid fool"
I yelled at him he couldn't hear me but I was pissed. On top of the burns and scars from previous wounds he'd suffered, which were simple with medications and bacta treatments, now I had to deal with Blaster wound trauma. A quick scan with my eyes showed plenty of wounds. Zaia made her way on board the ship, a second time She'd come straight into The Medbay during one of these episodes.
"“What can I do?”
She asked having calmed herself.
"Prep the bacta tank. He will go in once these wounds are defleshed, closed and once we've worked on his face."

Cotterized by the Blaster bolts but the face was the worst. The Left Cheek was Gouged out and heated to the point it resembled a Cook piece of Pork.. the teeth of the upper and lower mandable on that side of his face were popped and cracked from the heat and part of the bone was scorched away. The ewok Seemed insistent on assisting though I had no idea what his medical training was... for all I knew he'd want to blow tobac smoke on the wounds and shake a rattle. I'd have to watch him.
I applied anesthetic and multiple Stabilizing drugs and set up life support. The Automated assistant began Pulling teeth while I began to prep the wounds for surgery.
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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia nodded curtly at Fesseja’s response. Unlike last time, she was not going to let her emotions get the better of her. It had done no good for anyone. Then she heard a clatter from somewhere in the back of the ship, followed by rapid footsteps and the appearance of… an Ewok? Zaia simply stared for a moment, then blinked the surprise away as she heard Casany’s voice.

“I know,” she responded with a nod. “Clan Rytt are fighters.” She turned to look at the Ewok once again as he spoke, saying something that sounded like boona? She had no idea what that meant, but Cas seemed to understand. So she went along with it. If the Ewok had wanted to attack, he would have done so already. She cast one more look at Adenn, her expression impassive, before heading over to the bacta tank.

It didn’t take long for her to start the tank up, and as the pod began to fill with the bacta, she took some disinfectant and sprayed it on the outside, grabbing a couple wipes while she was at it. There was no harm in making sure it was clean, and while she could have easily asked the medical droid to do it for her, it felt good to be doing something. Anything, except to stand there and look at Adenn’s ruined face as she wondered bitterly how anyone could turn on one of their own brothers in the blink of an eye.

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[Narpoo]

Unbeknowst to them, the predictor of Narpoos solution to the Mandalorians ailment, was nearly correct. Having spent some considerable amount of time studying under the village Shaman, and at one point considering that path himself, Narpoo was quite the expert when it came to healing - just not in a conventional way.

It helped, not that the Ewok knew it, that his 'magic' was in fact untrained latent force sensitivity.

"Fuuma!" Narpoo announced, pulling a small pouch from his bag and emptying it into an open paw. He now held a bunch of flowers in his paw, and began to stamp his feet, lighting the flowers with 'magic' as he did so, and chanting the word 'fuuma' over and over, wafting the smoke over the injured warrior, soothing the pain of the man as he did so.

 

[Etr Wyara]

"Thanks for your help. I definitely couldnt have brought him here without your help."
I said to Casany, She had met me at the door and Helped me haul Adenn back. She wasn't the type to worry about risking her Reputation or status. She was a real vod. Zaia was too for that matter. Once Fesseja Said he might be saved the Plan went from finding a place to Bury Adenn to planning next moves.
"We can't Stay here though. The Mand'alor might not be very pleased to know he lived. We don't know what he might do next time."
I placed adenns helmet and armor into the armory as Fesseja removed the undersuit. I had never seen his body before. His torso was covered with burn Scars, Scars from blades and various other weapons. Now the flesh was mounded and enflamed around holes of blaster residue and Charred flesh.
“Clan Rytt are fighters.”
Zaia said as she went over to get the bacta tank running. I gave her an agreeing nod. I was so Grateful for their help, there couldn't have been better Vode.
"We can't move until this is done. First the Alor needs Surgery then when he's pickled we can get going."
Fesseja Called me over, Pointing towards My arm and the Mechanhical medical assistant
"We've run out of blood. You'll need to give some."
Nearby the Ewok was Doing his ritual which was probably helping more than hurting anything. We couldn't ask for more than that!
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[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Zaia spoke of Clan Rytt, for Clan Rytt, called them fighters, but Cas extended that claim to everyone inside that ship at that very moment; man or woman, adult or child, Human or Ewok. The latter was no mere Ewok at all. What…is he doing?

While Adenn was getting treated, Cas blinked at the dancing and chanting, getting an odd feeling from that Ewok that seeped into her core. It was almost comparable to the liquid druk she had chugged on the desert, all that useless alcohol, but far more soothing. Is he…

She blinked herself out of that trance, recalling Etr’s words about where they were and Fess’ words about where Adenn was. They were both right.

Zaia busied herself with prepping the bacta tank, Etr with giving his blood back to his father, in more ways than one, the Ewok with his ritual, Fesseja with overseeing everything as the ship’s surgeon. That left just one odd soul out.

“I’ll stand guard,” Cas stated more than offered. The fresh air might clear her head. She went to slip her helm back over her head just then before realizing it was already on. Well…isn’t that something? Maybe the Ewok did more of a number on me than I thought…or the vodka did.

Dipping a thumb beneath the strap of the rifle slung over her back, Cas would look around the room, hesitant to meet anyone’s eye even from the safety of her dark visor, and make her way toward the ship’s exit—to look for threats to her family, not leave them.


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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia turned around to see the Ewok blowing some kind of smoke at Adenn. She walked closer, trying to see what exactly he was trying to do, and she would have stopped him if not for the fact that she herself and those around her seemed to relax at whatever the Ewok was doing. Huh.

Meanwhile, Etr was donating some of his own blood for Adenn. The young man was taking this whole thing exceptionally well, managing to keep a level head after seeing his father and mentor gunned down right in front of him, and she was once again reminded of how mature he was for his age. Cas had already gone out to stand guard, and Zaia briefly entertained the idea of joining her. But, for the time being, it was likely that she could do more here.

“Bacta tank’s ready,” she said to Fesseja. “Once you’re done with this, let me know if you need any help bringing him over.”

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[Narpoo]

"Leechar! Leechar!" Narpoo chanted in Ewokese, much to the bemusement of those around him, as he performed a series of rhythmic stomps, whilst he threw his arms - one of which held the burning foliage - up and down. All around him, others moved about doing their own parts of the ritual, well, Narpoo assumed that was what they were doing anyway.

Unbeknownst to him, Narpoo was calling on the force and, thanks to his immense focus on the injured body before them was actually helping. He reached out with his hands as he made a deep humming noise, and held them over one of the Mandalorians wounds. Gently, he stepped away from the man, stamping his feet as he did so, subconsciously hearing Zaia mentioning that the Mandalorian needed moving to the bacta tank.

"Leechar!" he shouted again, making a lifting movement with his hands as slowly, the Mandalorian started to levitate, ever so slightly, from the table, before touching back down again, as one of the many wounds he has sustained, 'magically' began to seal shut.

OOC - Rolled an 11/20 for Narpoos shamanistic success.

 

[Fesseja Rytt]

Etr came over and Began giving blood. The teenage boy wasn't able to give as much blood as a full grown man but he was O Negative and we had run out of the precious fluid...
Further investigation showed the Spinal column was damaged as were some organs.. in more primitive medicine he'd have been a paraplegic but I could repair nerves.. or well the mechanical Medical assistant could. I must have been Defleshing and closing wounds for an hour as the Ewok Chanted. The chanting seemed to grow iqntense as the
little Ewok Seemed to cause my patient to float.. annoyance came over me at the inconvenience but then something amazing occurred and I was overwhelmed by Awe, wounds began healing, Their scads fading away... it was a literal Medical miracle And I immediately Activated the recorder to capture the spectacle. Organs began to heal as did the piece of face I had been working on grafting new skin to. The man breathed on his own after a few minutes. Then, to my astonishment, he opened his eyes. I Called For Zaia to move him to the bact tank.

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