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"Sir, I've got another life-sign. We might want to check this one out."
The salvage mission had been running for approximately 48 hours since the last Separatist forces on Zaadja had been mopped up. Clones, labor droids, and contracted civilian teams worked in shifts to drill through the collapsed remains of the droid factory, searching for anything of value. Intact tech, intelligence, raw materials. Maps before the war indicated the factory was built on the remains of a Mandalorian stronghold, which the ARC Captain was markedly more interested in than iterations on the latest B1 Battle Droid designs, or whatever the hell it was they were building there. News was slow on that front.
Though it was not meant to be a rescue mission, the nature of the factory's destruction presented a training opportunity for his search and rescue team. When the mound imploded, it was filled with Geonosian workers — the entire hive's worth, sheltering from the planet's cold weather. They were finding and pulling bodies out of the rubble left and right. Survivors were used as subjects for some hands on medical training. They were treated until stabilized, and then promptly euthanized, rather than kept as prisoners of war. It was grim work. After a dozen or two of these cases, he'd begun to find the practice too distasteful even for him, and ordered it to stop.
"We're not digging up any more bugs, Corporal. Ignore them."
The ARC Captain sat on a rock, turning a Mandalorian helmet over in his hands. It came from the only non-Geonosian body they'd uncovered thus far, which he ordered to be catalogued and bagged for repatriation. He stared into the helmet's T-visor, wondering what events had lead to the man's death. His own reflection was its own response.
"Sir, this one's human. Do you think it's—?"
Human?
The ARC Captain tossed the helmet aside and grabbed the scanner out of the trooper's hand to look at the screen. Sure enough, there was someone down there, trapped in a small cavity roughly four and a half meters beneath the rubble. It couldn't have been Mandalorian, and as far as they knew, no other Separatist member-species were present on the planet.
It was her.
"Stec! Bring the load-lifters over here, we've got something!" He shouted across the cavern, shoving the scanner back into the trooper's chest. "Corporal, go get the medics, all of them. Tell them I need a triage set up in this cavern ASAP."