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Vera reached out and held the other girl's hand in her own. "Of course." She squeezed Iria's shoulder, I trust you can take care of him and stood up, allowing the Feeorin to lead her to Ree.

Her face was shocked.
"You... You will...?"
She quickly dug into her pockets. She brought out a bunch of capsuls. She pulled out one with a blue liquid.
"This! This will help the Mon Cal! I was a Medic for the Imperial 107th... that is, before the Sith..."
She quickly gave it to Iria, and then grabbed Vera's hand a pulled her to the hanger. When they got there, a two Ugnaughts stood over Ree. His body now in a pool of blood.

Vera sent a gentle force push in between the two ugnaughts and moved forward. "Stand aside, please," she said simply.

"I can take over here, miss." Vera knelt down over Ree and placed both of her hands over the blast hole, closing her eyes tightly. Force healing was the force power she'd used most extensively since her aptitude was discovered in her town, although previous wounds she treated were almost always from accidents. Still, this was not as bad as it could have been. "If you could find a medkit, I would appreciate it," Vera asked her calmly. "I've about stopped the bleeding, but he'll really need some synthflesh to increase the chances of recovery."

Vera smiled warmly at her, letting a sense of tranquilty flow outward like a soft breeze and envelope the Feeorin. "Thank you." She took the medkit and pulled out a short stretch of synthflesh, pressing it into the wound while her other hand applied pressure around it. It sunk into his body as if pulled from below. She repeated this three times, while the final time the synthflesh rested over the cauterized hole in his outer skin. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and was very still. Then she blinked and looked over at Ree's companion, looking slightly drained. "He'll pull through."

She pulled out some nylacloth bandages and wrapped them around Ree's torso carefully.

Mon Cal ...

Gunther then walked over to where Vera and the other woman was, content that Iria had mended Kalnar. "Be well, master," he said.

"I can take it from here," Iria gently told Gunther.

"Thank you, Lady Iria," Gunther said with a bow, going to the others.

"I apologise, ma'am," Gunther sheepishly said. "I couldn't help but overhear you."

"Credits are indeed a good, universal thing. My father was wealthy, being the administrator of Cloud City. However, he and my mother saw to it that we were raised no different than others," the boy prefaced his statement.

"That being said, both myself and my sister have strove to be the best people we can be. It was a joy to both myself and my mother when I was tested for Force sensitivity. I willingly entered the Praxeum on Ossus at the age of five," the boy then grew pensive. "It was at that time, my mother passed away. Her dying wish was that Kalnar take me under his wing. And so, I learned many things, yet I feel that there is much more, even."

"However, there are things in this galaxy that credits cannot buy." Gunther stated. "Kindness. Integrity. Honor. Love. Family." he said, shaking his head, but still maintaining a kindly tone. "My father believed in these things, despite his great wealth. With that said, he strove for goodness and fair play, and worked to instill those values in both myself and my sister."

With a sheepish, boyish grin, he said, "I'd like to think he succeeded."

Darth Zerosel just laughed and blocked the feeble attack as a small burst of lightning flew from his hand, aiming at the Jedi's heart.