Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled. Immediately following the attack on Ithor
Teecee had taken the ship out of orbit amidst the swarm of other craft that had attempted to escape the destruction. Those who were at the docking bay and those lucky few to be the first to load onto transports had managed to escape, but the vast majority of the herdship's populace was dead. It spread out like a wave in the Force from the planet, amplified further by those sentient trees who screamed in their death throes.
Arla was no stranger to killing, but never before had she taken life on such a massive level. For all her years fighting and killing, the total number of her kills was dwarfed by what she had just done. And yet she didn't feel remorse. It was simply the repercussions of the Jedi actions. It was the way of the galaxy, and the cycle would continue without ever remembering those who were lost.
These thoughts crossed her mind only fleetingly as most of her attention was consumed by getting the Dark Lord of the Sith to one of the VIP suites and getting him the medical supplies he needed to stop the bleeding, revitalize him, and generally get him back to his normal self.
Arla was no healer, but she had the medical supplies on board to deal with the worst of the damage.
Take us to Ord Cantrell, she told the pilot droid. It was an out of the way world that no one cared about but close enough to Ithor that the trip would be brief and then they could move on from there after going to the med center.
She immediately turned to 3PO to tell him to stay out of their way and keep Fenris away as well. The last thing she wanted was either her wolf or the incessant droid pissing off the Dark Lord of the Sith.
Arla was no stranger to killing, but never before had she taken life on such a massive level. For all her years fighting and killing, the total number of her kills was dwarfed by what she had just done. And yet she didn't feel remorse. It was simply the repercussions of the Jedi actions. It was the way of the galaxy, and the cycle would continue without ever remembering those who were lost.
These thoughts crossed her mind only fleetingly as most of her attention was consumed by getting the Dark Lord of the Sith to one of the VIP suites and getting him the medical supplies he needed to stop the bleeding, revitalize him, and generally get him back to his normal self.
Arla was no healer, but she had the medical supplies on board to deal with the worst of the damage.
Take us to Ord Cantrell, she told the pilot droid. It was an out of the way world that no one cared about but close enough to Ithor that the trip would be brief and then they could move on from there after going to the med center.
She immediately turned to 3PO to tell him to stay out of their way and keep Fenris away as well. The last thing she wanted was either her wolf or the incessant droid pissing off the Dark Lord of the Sith.