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Deskyl and Daisy in Amenta
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No. No. No no no no no no no. She's only barely recovered from last time they took her; she can't let them take her again.

If she draws her saber, she'll die. There's no doubt in her mind about that, outnumbered as she is and with her master right there. There's nothing she can do; he knows it, they know it, she knows it. They wouldn't do this any other way.

The flash of inspiration is more like a memory; the floating, disconnected kind that sometimes linger after... whatever it is that they do to her. It's never been quite like this before, but - she reaches into the Force, nudges it just so...

 

The burst of feedback - fear and rage and terror - overwhelms her; she reels, barely keeping her feet, distantly aware of the shouting, of her droid stepping forward to steady her. She ignores it as best she can, and continues nudging at the Force, carefully, carefully...

And then, suddenly, she's elsewhere.

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Nope.

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This is not the time for arguing with the alien, reds.

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Aaaaaaaaaah that is not a way to get reds to enter your clean space.

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This fucking species.

She goes back to helping reds into the hold.

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Hold is full. Reds are packed in tight but resisting going through the aperture.

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"Come through to the clean section so that everyone can fit," comes DZ's voice through the ship's internal speakers. "No one will be harmed."

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That gets enough to go through to free up some space.

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Scoop scoop scoop.

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It's still going to get actually full before the district is empty.

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She can only do what she can do. Off they go to the jungle.

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Reds left behind scream after them. Their loved ones on the ship sob.

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Yeah.

(She's not needed for anything at the moment; she sits on the floor of the copilot's station, knees to chest, and rocks.)

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Reds have left her enough room for that, barely.

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They reach the jungle. The hold doors open. "Please exit the ship; food and camping supplies are available in the buildings."

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They hesitate but not long and flow out into the jungle.

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And the ship takes off. DZ sets the autopilot and hauls Deskyl up for a hug. "You okay?"

    Will be. It takes her a moment to realize that the droid won't be able to see her signing. "Yeah."

"We'll get them. We're already doing better than projections."

    "Yeah."

They approach Rivik again.

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All the red districts are on fire by now.

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They check for survivors.

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Some unconscious and not yet dead of smoke inhalation. Over there three reds ran out and are in the process of being beaten to death.

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They pick them up. She's in no shape to try healing but she can do some first aid. (The greys, well, might survive. Not her problem.)

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The reds are not in shape to protest her touching them.

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Yeah.

Back to the jungle. She's in the process of setting one's leg when they get there.

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The reds who left people behind cluster near the ship watchfully.

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The doors open. "If there are any doctors available, please come aboard to assist the injured."

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There are a couple but they don't have any medical supplies located yet.

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