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@codeb-b-b-breaker said - ❛ when things go bonkers, you have to adapt. ❜

“I get that, but this seems a little more bonkers than usual,” she shouted over the ruckus the fire fight was creating. She didn’t have a blaster on her and neither did he, as far as she knew, but they were pinned down like everyone else as the combatants went at it. She didn’t even know who was shooting at who!

Was it gang related? A business deal gone bad? It could be any number of things! No matter the cause, she didn’t want them getting involved and potentially mixed up in even more trouble.

They were trying to lay low!

“Why do you always get me mixed up in trouble with you?”

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All she’d been doing was dodging, but as the rocks came quicker she had to adapt. As a slave, she’d learned survival came in many forms, but this was different. She couldn’t simply take his blows and wait for him to tire of hurting her. No. This was meant to make her stronger. He wasn’t punishing her. She needed to do more and so she did.

It was instinct that guided her, moving her limbs so that the rocks soared past harmlessly. A hand shot out and sent a rock away from her. Again and again, she either dodged or set the rocks away from her with just a thrust of her hand. How? She didn’t dwell on it because it didn’t matter. It was the Force, she knew that. She could feel it, but thinking too much would break her concentration.

She let the Force guide her and it never led her astray. Unfortunately, this was all new for her and her stamina was severely lacking. Using the Force was oddly taxing and finally, she slipped up. A large rock caught her in the shoulder and she went down with a yelp of pain. Her concentration was shattered and blow after blow landed, forcing her to curl into a ball.

The blows didn’t relent. He wasn’t going to let up? She wasn’t sure when she became angry, but something in her snapped and she glared at him, a hand held out, halting the next barrage of rocks before they reached her.

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whoops again but from @codeb-b-b-breaker

"You're definitely crazy," she laughed, marking out that block. That gave him three bingos and she could only roll her eyes at how smug he was.

"Don't give me that look," she whined, shoving the card back into his chest. She was smiling like an idiot. They both knew she wasn't upset about his score.

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Alright maybe she shouldn’t have said it like that because now it sounded really bad versus the only kind bad that it really was. “I just… I might have volunteered for a mission, but… Poe I’m a shit pilot.” It wasn’t like the mission was a huge deal. Hell, it was rookie level crap, but she wanted to do more than be coped up in the infirmary! 

“I just need some pointers,” and she offered him a hopeful smile. “Please?”

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@extenuaeting​ said -  “   they  don’t  wanna  chase  this  rainbow  .   ”

“You been smoking that stuff of Chewie’s again?”

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Coughing, she struggled to breath as she returned to the waking world, pain greeting her first as the stench of something burning ate at her senses. Her ears were ringing and every breath was agony as her eyes adjusted to the flames around her.

Strewn all about her was the wreckage of the ship she'd been aboard, but Melody couldn't immediately make sense of what she was seeing. She recalled they'd been under fire from First Order fighters, but everything else was hazy. However, it was obvious that they'd crashed.

Wheezing, she struggled to her feet, her only thought on finding more survivors; surely she wasn't the only one. 

"Hello?!" She screamed, but immediately fell into a coughing fit as she staggered along the wreckage, never noticing when the unmistakable parts of a TIE fighter became intermingled with the Resistance ship around her.

@onehell-of-apilot

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“Doesn’t mean you should pick at it,” she pointed out, briefly meeting his gaze before returning her work. “You’ll only make it worse that way,” she added as though he didn’t already know that. She could see the faint outline of countless other scars; he was no stranger to being hurt. Regardless of that, she wasn’t going to let him get in the way of her work.

“Hold still,” she added, not at all intimidated by his fierce appearance. He was just another patient. Cleaning the wound, she moved to apply bacta spray before bandaging it. “It should be mostly healed in a few days,” she explained, offering him a small container of bacta spray. “Use this and you shouldn’t end up with a scar.”

@phant0mxshad0w @sith-renegade

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"I'm not a doctor," she laughed, carefully uncovering his wound to take a look at it. The bacta spray was already doing its job to knot the wound closed, but that didn't stop her from removing his dirty bandages in order to replace them with fresh ones.

"It should be healed up by the end of the week, but you should still take it easy. The area may still be tender for another week or so," she explained, carefully covering his injury. "Keep it covered with clean bandages," she added out of habit.

@samaritancpt​