Sheelar was fading in and out of conscience, hearing bits and peices of the sniper teams coms to a jedi. Appearently she was to be transported to a starship and taken along with several number of troops to somewhere besides here. It's the perfect way to leave the Sith behind and possibally finally forgive the Republic since they havnt tried anything yet. For the most part, she finds these particualr soldiers most interesting. Next thing she knows, she is on a little personal transporter (like the one in the hanger of episode 4 when their gearing up for to destroy the first Death Star) being treated for the blaster shot in her upper right leg, thigh, by a medic.
"Is the prisoner going to live?" An older man ask the medic.
"She'll live. Missed her vitals and nerves. The bacta should get the rest healed by the time where on the ship." The medic said fixing a small specialized bacta wrap on the wound.
"What about the scares all over her body then?" He asked seeming concerned about her health.
"Those are old scares. Nothing we can do besides cosmetic surgery but she hasnt opted for it." The medic said while repacking his gear.
"Ah, well when will she be awake?" He asked while the guards looked at him.
"That... won't be neccesary." Sheelar said trying to sit up.
"Take it easy. You didn't loss alot of blood but you still might suffer some shock." The medic said trying to keep her lying down.
"Thanks for the concern but I'll be fine. Thanks for patching me up." She said still trying to sit up.
"Thats what medics are for..." He stopped in mid sentence. "Looks like I have others to attend to." Getting off the cart and running to a few troopers carring the injured.
"Don't even think about trying to escape. You wouldn't get 10 feet before being blasted." The CO said.
"Believe me, the last thing I want to do is go back to the Sith." She said finally getting to upright.
"Oh, so your afraid since you got captured and some how get back to them. They would just shoot you for failing?" One of the younger guards said turning his head to look at her.
"Well that and the constant work for life thing. I didn't join them because of I love to shoot things. Its an old reason that I am starting to hate." She said looking back on her past 30 years in disgust.
"I'm sure you had your reasons but it doesn't change the fact that you are part of the Sith. And has a Sith your an enemy to the Republic." The other guard said not turning to look.
"Well, since your my captures.." She stop mid sentence, remembering how much that word hurts her. "And I won't be going back to the Sith, you might get a chance to fire the Ion cannons that the orbiting ships didn't bombarded to disable local ships above this location to escape in the starships. But the troops would have to keep the Sith at bay long enough on the front line so the rest can escape." Sheelar said said looking at the battered soldiers coming in from the front lines.
"But they wouldn't be able to escape with us. They'd be in a suicide mission." The Co said.
"One to save hundreds. They'd be honored has war heros." She said having a said look on her face.
No one talked for a while, all where thinking about what she said. As they neared the ship they where assigned to, one finally broke the awkarde silence.
"If General Xilian survives, he should talk to you." The younger guard said twitling his thumbs.
"Hurry up and get onboard! Put the prisoner in the brige and get to your stations! As soon as General Xilian returns or gives the order, we are taking off!" the ships crew officer yelled.
"Well then.." She said getting up. "Lets gets this over with."
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Mean while on Tatooine.
As soon asthey landed the rigged the shuttle to explode if the main navi computer was accessed. Grabbing gear they need to cross the Dun Seas and making sure that nothing was left behind that could be used to track them.
"Do we have to cross the Dun Sea?" Nikito asked Burnt.
"Sarcastic response: Unless you want to fly into a kill zone with the Sith and mercenaries shooting at anything that moves." Burnt said looking at the Dun Sea.
"Right, kind of forgot about that." Nikito said obviously doing the V-8 palm smack.
"If you want I could carry you to conceal our tracks till we get to Mose Eisley's." Burnt said moving items around his metal frame.
"Argh you know I don't like being carried but you are right. How long till we arrive?" Nikito said moving her water canteens towards the front.
Looking towards where their going, waiting for distance calculations.
"At our current distances, 4 hours, hitting Mose by the short night fall this dust planet has." Burnt said picking Nikito up off the sand and onto his arms which had the tap wrapped around so not to have his metal arms dig into her soft flesh.
"All right then lets get this over with." She said pulling her cloak over her head.
Burnt started to move towards their distination.
(Ok edited and added a little more for Burnt and Nikito's adventures)