Post by Mara on Jan 12, 2015 13:23:29 GMT -5
In the end, an insistent beeping on her wrist had saved the Jedi from what was likely certain doom. A few more minutes, and it would have been too late. Because despite her weakened state, she had been more than willing to sacrifice herself for the cause, lost though it was. Part of her actually thought it might be a relief to be drawn into the Force for a final time, maybe taking this Mandalorian with her. But it was not to be; the Force yet needed her and drew her to focus on the tinny message.
Standing there, the Mandalorian before her, the two lightsabers in her hands, her dark eyes kept glancing to the comm as she waited for the armored man's eventual attack. It was alerting her of a retreat of Republic forces, as well as a shuttle in the area picking up survivors for transport off Gargon. Xierra stared forward at her opponent, indecisive. All of her training and experience was screaming at her to stay and fight, that fleeing now was the coward's way out. But her body was screaming even harder, all her aching and tired muscles.
So she took a deep breath, closed down her master's old saber, the blue blade disappearing into its hilt, and clipped it back to her belt. The Jedi knew she had to cut her losses and get out of there, no matter what her heart was telling her to do. There was no more reason for her to remain, as the harsh reality of her surroundings came into view. There was nothing left on Gargon to defend. And she would do more good getting out of there and living to fight another day, another battle. Staying only to be killed by this Mandalorian would cheapen her life.
Xierra used her free hand to signal the shuttle that she was on the way. And the Falleen slowly began backing away slowly, keeping her own weapon and her eyes trained on the Mandalorian before her. Deciding to retreat was only half the battle; making it there alive was the trickier part. She just had to buy enough time for herself and Master Tova'nas. Thoughts of the Twi'lek master made her glance off in the distance and reach out in the Force, alerting the elder Jedi of her intentions. Hoping that he would make it off Gargon alive as well.
Then with all her remaining reserves of strength, she jerked an arm towards a pile of rubble that had been a building and pulled it towards the Mandalorian invader. As the armored man dealt with it, she turned and ran limping as fast as she could manage, her right leg barking at her all the way. Xierra was breathing heavily by the time she reached the shuttle and stumbled aboard. She found an empty seat and collapsed into it, her feet finally relieved of their weight after twenty straight hours of fighting.
The shuttle lifted off and booked it for atmosphere and the ship out in space it had departed from.
Xierra was so exhausted that she immediately fell asleep before having a chance to put herself into a healing trance. There would be time to take care of any injuries once she returned to Coruscant. But for now, her body craved rest.
[to the Healing Touch...]
Standing there, the Mandalorian before her, the two lightsabers in her hands, her dark eyes kept glancing to the comm as she waited for the armored man's eventual attack. It was alerting her of a retreat of Republic forces, as well as a shuttle in the area picking up survivors for transport off Gargon. Xierra stared forward at her opponent, indecisive. All of her training and experience was screaming at her to stay and fight, that fleeing now was the coward's way out. But her body was screaming even harder, all her aching and tired muscles.
So she took a deep breath, closed down her master's old saber, the blue blade disappearing into its hilt, and clipped it back to her belt. The Jedi knew she had to cut her losses and get out of there, no matter what her heart was telling her to do. There was no more reason for her to remain, as the harsh reality of her surroundings came into view. There was nothing left on Gargon to defend. And she would do more good getting out of there and living to fight another day, another battle. Staying only to be killed by this Mandalorian would cheapen her life.
Xierra used her free hand to signal the shuttle that she was on the way. And the Falleen slowly began backing away slowly, keeping her own weapon and her eyes trained on the Mandalorian before her. Deciding to retreat was only half the battle; making it there alive was the trickier part. She just had to buy enough time for herself and Master Tova'nas. Thoughts of the Twi'lek master made her glance off in the distance and reach out in the Force, alerting the elder Jedi of her intentions. Hoping that he would make it off Gargon alive as well.
Then with all her remaining reserves of strength, she jerked an arm towards a pile of rubble that had been a building and pulled it towards the Mandalorian invader. As the armored man dealt with it, she turned and ran limping as fast as she could manage, her right leg barking at her all the way. Xierra was breathing heavily by the time she reached the shuttle and stumbled aboard. She found an empty seat and collapsed into it, her feet finally relieved of their weight after twenty straight hours of fighting.
The shuttle lifted off and booked it for atmosphere and the ship out in space it had departed from.
Xierra was so exhausted that she immediately fell asleep before having a chance to put herself into a healing trance. There would be time to take care of any injuries once she returned to Coruscant. But for now, her body craved rest.
[to the Healing Touch...]