Reaper Man: Bug Time
As I hit the melee, I began carving through the Huk. One of the advantages of a background in life sciences is that I had a general sense of the best way to kill most beings. In the case of the Huk? Severing the heads or separating thorax from abdomen was probably the way to go. I scythed my way through the enemy, using quick movements to avoid ranged fire while anything that was close enough to try to hit me generally died to my blade. A battle droid's blast was going to hit one of the Izvoshra -- Donnaed -- so I pulled it away with Blazing Chains and redirected it to another battle droid, which had been lining up a shot against Ciaran.
I hit a certain rhythm until a swarm of Hssiss droids sprang up out of the sand, protecting the artillery battery we were going to try to stop. I retracted my scythe at that point, my hood dropping back as I called my lightsaber and blaster to hand.
The droids screeched and it was everything I could do to hold my ground and survive against the onslaught. Them, and the Huk, and more droids? Like I said, I'm not the greatest combatant. I dropped into my own hybrid stance, using Blazing-Chains-enhanced aim to go with the Ataru form I'd learned from Darra, bouncing from one enemy to the next, striking quickly and then moving before they could respond. Grievous demanded that Ciaran go wipe out that artillery battery, and I lost track of the rest of the conversation because of about five threats all demanding my attention at once.
I found myself drifting farther away from where Grievous was--or was it that Grievous was drifting away from everyone? I lost him. Somewhere. I caught a brief moment where there was just one Hssiss droid I was fighting and started searching for him in the Force, trying to sense where he'd ended up.
About the same time I heard a roar and felt his Force presence change. An old emotional wound was finally starting to heal, and a certain resolve had formed in his mind. Once I'd pinpointed where he was, it happened.
The Force positively thrummed with power. Someone had just shown up. There could be only one person--two people--who could make the Force do that, and given the resonance of Ciaran's Force Bond, there could really only be one answer.
Skywalker. He was in space. Over the planet. And it still felt like hearing the bass just outside a club that was throwing a massive party.
I fought my way over to Grievous, knowing that if that resolve changed at all I might have a hard time keeping him alive. By the time I got there, he had a number of blaster burns, probably a few busted ribs, and several lacerations, most of which weren't bleeding bad. I'd started working on one that was, but the Huk kept looking for him and he kept needing to fight, so all I could really do was tie off the big bleeders and try to keep going. "If you don't make it to a bacta tank in the next few minutes, sir, you will die."
Another shockwave and the corresponding cloud of smoke told me Piebald made a demonstration of just how much mayhem he could get up to, making me glad I was several kilometers away.
It was around then that Grievous found his way back to Ciaran, said something, and then collapsed.
"All right, I'm pulling rank. As chief medical officer of the Izvoshra, I'm getting Grievous to a bacta tank and doing what I can about his other wounds once we hit the aid station."
The Battle of Kalee was over. The Battle to Keep Qymaen jai Sheelal Alive? That one had just started. Fortunately for me, I had three big advantages: healing areas were my home turf, my patient was too unconscious to try to go out and get more wounded, and I had the rest of his personal guard running interference on anyone who would get in my way. He would stay sedated while he healed, because like hell was I going to let him go out and get in more trouble before he was better.
It was by the time I relaxed back and started writing my treatment notes that I realized it might be a good idea to try to find some Force Order that was specialized in healing others, preferably quickly.
A/N: The
Guardians of Breath are scattered and were interested in healing. Possible some descendants might be around and findable.