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Zeta's LAAT landed near the command center and he jumped off. The Jedi from before shouted down to him. "Rescue any Jedi you see, that's your first priority! You're authorized to attend to injured clone troops at your discretion as a secondary priority!"

"Yes, sir." Zeta uttered the words even though the LAT was already out of earshot just as the Jedi finished speaking. Turning and taking in the carnage, Zeta went to work. He pulled out his L-47 light carbine from the holster squeezed between medical supplies on his right hip and held it at the ready, speeding through slag and scattered flesh until he found an unconscious, robed figure on the ground. He took in their condition and pulled a few splints from a pouch on his leg, snapped their broken arms into place and put them in slings. He grabbed and pocketed their lightsaber, which was inches from the Jedi's hand, then opened the collapsible stretcher from his back. It was ready in a few moments, after which Zeta rolled the Jedi onto it and activated its rudimentary repulsor. He dragged the stretcher with one hand, his other hand gripped tightly on the carbine.

A Jedi grabbed at his ankle as he retreated. He ducked to check them over, and in the process narrowly dodged the bolt of a battle droid's blaster. He turned abruptly and drew a bead on the droid, emptying half a clip to take the blue-armored machine down.

Zeta holstered his blaster and noted the bleeding gashes that peppered the side of the Jedi at his feet, assessing them as shrapnel wounds from whatever caused the crater a couple yards away. Drawing synth skin and a pouch of blood plasma from compartments arrayed on his belt, he injected an IV into the Jedi and held it up, applying synthskin and bandages with his free hand. He extended a thin pole from the repulor stretcher, hooked the IV onto it, then slung the Jedi over his shoulder and hurried to the command center with all the speed he could manage.

Delta looked at the trooper.

" Yeah...."

They lifted the tripod through the hatch and Delta got out.

The battery died. Sigma suddenly found himself dropping down to the ground at a rate too fast to calculate.

Kriffing sith...

The impact was buffeted a little by the suit, but the pain was overwhelming. Struggling to pull himself up, Sigma found himself the victim of advancing B1 battle droids. Only about fifty feet away, they were coming in, slowed only by their constant turning to shoot at someone else. Kefka touched a button on his arm, and his HUD changed. He had to stall for 30 seconds to get a five second charge on his Jet-Pack.

Half a minute to buy my life...

Sigma knew it had to be done, and so he did it. Grimacing, he cut his life-support systems, turning off the armor's HUD and all life-systems. Without air support to carry air to the dark helmet, he had only a few seconds to remain concsious. gripped by the incoming darkness, he rocked softly on the ground, and then held stil. He could only tell the droids position by their footsteps and then, one spoke.

one asked, to be affirmed by another. Sigma could feel the rest of the droids coming closer, and he felt his breathing grow shorter. Figuring it about time, Sigma turned back on his armor, and the brightness of the HUD almost blinded him. Standing up, he quickly aimed the EMP at the ground, and jumped up and shot it. When he landed back down, the droids still held the suprised expressions on their faces.

Zeta was scouting around for living victims, having brought 3 wounded Jedi to the command center, when he noticed Sigma's fall and approached him after the droids were incapacitated. He called to him, "Any broken bones or damage?" His hand was already hovering over the splints in the container on his leg.

" HUH!?!?"

Omega slung the heavy blast off the side and jumped too. He landed and picked up the Tripod and tryed running.

" HURR!!! I CAN......DO THIS!!!"

Omega felt his legs burn with pain.

((hehe.. thought it would be fun to have a 'chance encounter' between soon-to-be-elites X3 ))

Zeta gently pushed Sigma down, but caught him and lay him out on the ground. He looked him over and gently pried the armor off the jetpack trooper's leg. He wiped some blood from the area and pressed some synthskin over a long gash that was incurred from the armor jutting into the skin at the point of impact. He pulled out his medpack from a case that hung over his chest and set it down. He finished patching the leg up, wrapping it with some bandages to buffer it from the armor, which he replaced gingerly.

"Looks like you need some refills too..." Zeta pulled some vials and a tiny generator from a matching case on the opposite side of his chest and refilled Sigma's air, recharged his reserves, then sent him off with a gentle pat on the helmet. "All green."

Delta watched Omega fall.

" That had to hurt..... HEY. Why didnt you ...."

The LAAT shook.

" THATS WHY!!! " The pilot yelled.

Delta looked back and felt he would see Omega again.