Injury Starters // ACCEPTING
↳ @lunamortem said: “You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, but she wasn’t certain if it was the blood or a simple matter of contrast from the dirt smeared across her cheeks. Her job was finding the rebels. Not fighting them. And yet they dragged her planetside, after the only probe to report positive signs of life ( and more importantly, sentient life ) in weeks. Vader led the charge, flowing through the underbrush like some poisonous smoke. He never said it, but she knew what pushed him onwards, the single thought that occupied his laser fine focus: Skywalker. And his anticipation could only be matched by his immense disappointment.
It wasn’t rebels the probe found, but smugglers — black market weapons, drugs, and all manner of ill gotten gains stashed deep in the underbrush. They never stood a chance, with the full might of the Emperor’s Fist coming down on them, but their last few parting shots found a mark in her arm, and somewhere along the way a cut opened across her brow. No one paid much mind to her, and the Doctor stumbled her way back onto the transports bleeding all the while. Truth be told, she half thought she was seeing things, considering a Grand Moff was taking the time to look over her wounds. But she followed his orders all the same, breathing an airy chuckle as she sat.
“Hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I didn’t think you were the type to get your hands dirty.”
“You really are full of surprises, Sir.”
