The Grains of War
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Maya Whitelight
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Being who she just a young padawn could she take this battle to see or more feel the life go out of so many life forms. This wasn't right war wasn't right at all one could see this with the lives being lost. It was her mother voice that came to her like whisper in the wind. My sweet child you was met to give life then take one, you must do what you can to save life as all life even your enemies are worth saving. We wasn't met to be their judge to be the one that takes lives we was met to heal. Even now she wished her mother was with her to guild her to the course she had to stay on. Seeing one she hardly knew fall upon the ground. It was another ending sea of bodies. Some just by how the life was moving from them being to far gone. Even those was the hardest as she had a way to want all lives saved.
Just want keep her going forward in this heat of the battle another lesson growing up in the heart of the jungle. It was the warrior with in her that had came out of her to keep her from falling victim. Even know she could feel that there was something more in play, more so then anything else that was to heal, to try save as many lives as she could.
Even know she was so deeply in her own thoughts her own duties. Wondering from one body to the next giving the orders that was needed. Having her own guard unit around her to give her protection. After all she was a Jedi she could protect herself couldn't she. That question remind to be seen no part of her wanted to stop and go back from the way she came, not be out in the field. Again something drove her own, it was the force it self maybe or something else clearly. As the one standing guard to her right had most of the extra supplies with them. Using the supplies but also doing what she could in the force to stop the bleeding.
Remembering the root that her mother use to chew on to give her strength in the force. As she moved on ones of enemy could see that these men guard something very special as if this was there own duty was to shoot those that would try and shoot them or try and break there circle around there young jedi healer.
"Where is that medic shuttle should been here two minutes ago." unlike some of the jedi on the field that was fighting along with the troops, she had on a pure white robe that had a symbol that was plain to all that she was a healer. With out giving a way rank or just who she was beside being a healer, as her kind was became very rare these days as most jedi wanting to fight with the solider no she had choose a very different path from the others.
Just want keep her going forward in this heat of the battle another lesson growing up in the heart of the jungle. It was the warrior with in her that had came out of her to keep her from falling victim. Even know she could feel that there was something more in play, more so then anything else that was to heal, to try save as many lives as she could.
Even know she was so deeply in her own thoughts her own duties. Wondering from one body to the next giving the orders that was needed. Having her own guard unit around her to give her protection. After all she was a Jedi she could protect herself couldn't she. That question remind to be seen no part of her wanted to stop and go back from the way she came, not be out in the field. Again something drove her own, it was the force it self maybe or something else clearly. As the one standing guard to her right had most of the extra supplies with them. Using the supplies but also doing what she could in the force to stop the bleeding.
Remembering the root that her mother use to chew on to give her strength in the force. As she moved on ones of enemy could see that these men guard something very special as if this was there own duty was to shoot those that would try and shoot them or try and break there circle around there young jedi healer.
"Where is that medic shuttle should been here two minutes ago." unlike some of the jedi on the field that was fighting along with the troops, she had on a pure white robe that had a symbol that was plain to all that she was a healer. With out giving a way rank or just who she was beside being a healer, as her kind was became very rare these days as most jedi wanting to fight with the solider no she had choose a very different path from the others.
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Click clack click clack. Those where the sounds of what his white Armored boots made as he ran, he ran and ran and ran. The one going war was all around him, he had heard it at a distance but he knew it could only of been see time until it reached the inner city. He had very little time to help his team and kill all in his path. As he ran he heard a faint cry for help. Turning thinking it was a trooper he ran to the area, only to see. A rebel.
Vosh could only stare down at him, saying nothing still, his helmet showing the reflection of the wounded man in the black eyes. He slowly lifted his blaster, the metal cold from not even a single shot fired. He loved to do this, he always came across the wounded when he found a rebel, he always took them out of their misery. Was it cruel? Maybe, but it was either let them suffer till they die a slow death, or give them a quick and painless one. He would rather have a painless one...but that was just him. He raised his blaster and pressed the cold tip against the rebels head. A soft click rang out then BANG. The blaster went off, and the mans life ended right there.
He looked down for a moment, thinking to himself if he had done the right thing, yes, yes he was helping the Imperium. He was doing his part he was being a good medic. He turned his head and started to run again, hoping not to find any other trooper he would have to "aid" though now where ever he ran there were dead bodies of both sides. He stopped and saw it was the Beta Squad. His eye widened in horror. He was too late. He...was too late. He dropped to his knees. Feeling that he had failed as a medic, not one soul lived. A soft breeze was the only sound heard as he sat there, on his knees. Looking at his fallen friends.
Vosh could only stare down at him, saying nothing still, his helmet showing the reflection of the wounded man in the black eyes. He slowly lifted his blaster, the metal cold from not even a single shot fired. He loved to do this, he always came across the wounded when he found a rebel, he always took them out of their misery. Was it cruel? Maybe, but it was either let them suffer till they die a slow death, or give them a quick and painless one. He would rather have a painless one...but that was just him. He raised his blaster and pressed the cold tip against the rebels head. A soft click rang out then BANG. The blaster went off, and the mans life ended right there.
He looked down for a moment, thinking to himself if he had done the right thing, yes, yes he was helping the Imperium. He was doing his part he was being a good medic. He turned his head and started to run again, hoping not to find any other trooper he would have to "aid" though now where ever he ran there were dead bodies of both sides. He stopped and saw it was the Beta Squad. His eye widened in horror. He was too late. He...was too late. He dropped to his knees. Feeling that he had failed as a medic, not one soul lived. A soft breeze was the only sound heard as he sat there, on his knees. Looking at his fallen friends.
Maya Whitelight
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It was the sound or was it the hard blowing of all the dirt around her that told her the medical shuttle. Shielding her eyes from the store she couldn't help but but calm as she had the ones that needed to be evacuated right away. After all she was here to do a job the best of her abilities it was the saving part she was here for even so it always sadden her heart quickly when she was to late.
Finding herself after the lift off getting a ETA on the next shuttle how far she could work for the next load. It was only then she could now focus on finding other wounded in the heat of the battle. Even as her unit stay close to her, it was hard for her to not just take off on her own. Even looking at once white hooded robe it was blood stained with dirt mix with in its very fabrics that her clothing was made out of. Even as she let herself wonder through the field one couldn't help see that it would be strange in distance. To see one in what was to be white jedi robe but it was her skin and her hair that would catch ones eyes.
Entering the main field as she quickly start to use the force to feel if one was alive or no longer with them. One of the solider voiced can to her, "Ma'am leave that one to dead he wear the wrong side.", her own pink eyes quickly told him to bad off and to let her do what could. Bending down she let her own water skin drop to his side "Careful not to much, solider, I"M Maya I'm a healer." she would go into details that she was but a beginner maybe could save as a more skilled one could but she would try.
Letting the wind dance with her hair, as she ask him his name, "Well, Drayre I'm going to save you." seeing that he might end up loosing an arm but that was better then his own life right. Finding herself using what strength she had laid up with in to give him hope and give him a chance. After do this she had to find a place as she let her figiged take a hold of her.
"No go on I"ll rest you go find me more wounded as you can see I'm in no danger." at less that what she thought finding a place for her to drop down if anything given her a moment to gather her thoughts and to gathering more force to get to the next round. Closing her eyes even then she hope to block out what was before her eyes. It didn't matter as the smell of fresh blood pouring out of the dead was there upon her.
"Force help me, Mother I need you why does this War have to be so costly on both sides."
Finding herself after the lift off getting a ETA on the next shuttle how far she could work for the next load. It was only then she could now focus on finding other wounded in the heat of the battle. Even as her unit stay close to her, it was hard for her to not just take off on her own. Even looking at once white hooded robe it was blood stained with dirt mix with in its very fabrics that her clothing was made out of. Even as she let herself wonder through the field one couldn't help see that it would be strange in distance. To see one in what was to be white jedi robe but it was her skin and her hair that would catch ones eyes.
Entering the main field as she quickly start to use the force to feel if one was alive or no longer with them. One of the solider voiced can to her, "Ma'am leave that one to dead he wear the wrong side.", her own pink eyes quickly told him to bad off and to let her do what could. Bending down she let her own water skin drop to his side "Careful not to much, solider, I"M Maya I'm a healer." she would go into details that she was but a beginner maybe could save as a more skilled one could but she would try.
Letting the wind dance with her hair, as she ask him his name, "Well, Drayre I'm going to save you." seeing that he might end up loosing an arm but that was better then his own life right. Finding herself using what strength she had laid up with in to give him hope and give him a chance. After do this she had to find a place as she let her figiged take a hold of her.
"No go on I"ll rest you go find me more wounded as you can see I'm in no danger." at less that what she thought finding a place for her to drop down if anything given her a moment to gather her thoughts and to gathering more force to get to the next round. Closing her eyes even then she hope to block out what was before her eyes. It didn't matter as the smell of fresh blood pouring out of the dead was there upon her.
"Force help me, Mother I need you why does this War have to be so costly on both sides."