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For Valentine; Sunsbaked
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freedomevadesOberon does not form passive Force links easily. The handful - literally less than he could count on one hand - that have are those he would guard with his life. His conviction is so strong he has trained himself entirely around guarding them for that eventuality.
So what does he do when the thing endangering one of those links is the environment, and not some foe he can taunt or Force persuade to come at him instead?
He's approaching a vaporator for water already when it hits him - Flow is weak, and his consciousness is fading. The Jedi had become a friendly sparring partner over their encounters throughout their mutual time on Nar Shaddaa; Oberon could sense he enjoyed their bouts and the questions and answers over clashing blades...and that, more and more, something weighed on him. It left an unsettled feeling in the pit of Oberon's stomach, and now he realizes he should have heeded that.
He takes as much water as he can carry, leaves credits for the poor farmer who has to refill it (and buys food off him while he's at it), and runs for his speeder. He forgets to refuel it.
When he finds Flow, delirious and barely conscious in the desert wastes, the speeder doesn't have enough left in it to get them to safety. He sees the white domes of another moisture farm and makes for it, running out of fuel on its rim and having to carry - Force levitate, he doesn't have the physical strength to carry a person that far - Flow down the stairs and across its bowl.
There is no one there. It's too far from anything for anyone but droids to maintain, and none of the automated workers are programmed to take any other instructions. Apparently nobody ever expected anyone to find themselves here after it was built. He gets to work stabilizing the Jedi, breaking open medpacs to soothe the sunburns and cool his skin with the kolto inside and injecting him with another in the hopes of restoring his focus. While he is conscious and able to sit up, he gives him water, and his confusion is met with gentle encouragement to rest. The night passes, and Flow improves. He spends much of the morning asleep, but it's clear he's recuperating, and not slipping away. With the immediate danger behind them, Oberon turns his thoughts to getting them both out of there alive. Natirru would be able to properly treat Flow. But he also could never make it through this desert, himself. Chiss aren't made for that sort of thing. Doesn't he have a friend who keeps a home here...?
He takes out his holocom and sits at Flow's side, taking his hand as he stirs. "It will be all right. I'm calling a friend to take us somewhere safe. I don't think he'll care we're meant to be on opposite sides."
He sets it to Val's frequency and waits for the older Sith to answer.
So what does he do when the thing endangering one of those links is the environment, and not some foe he can taunt or Force persuade to come at him instead?
He's approaching a vaporator for water already when it hits him - Flow is weak, and his consciousness is fading. The Jedi had become a friendly sparring partner over their encounters throughout their mutual time on Nar Shaddaa; Oberon could sense he enjoyed their bouts and the questions and answers over clashing blades...and that, more and more, something weighed on him. It left an unsettled feeling in the pit of Oberon's stomach, and now he realizes he should have heeded that.
He takes as much water as he can carry, leaves credits for the poor farmer who has to refill it (and buys food off him while he's at it), and runs for his speeder. He forgets to refuel it.
When he finds Flow, delirious and barely conscious in the desert wastes, the speeder doesn't have enough left in it to get them to safety. He sees the white domes of another moisture farm and makes for it, running out of fuel on its rim and having to carry - Force levitate, he doesn't have the physical strength to carry a person that far - Flow down the stairs and across its bowl.
There is no one there. It's too far from anything for anyone but droids to maintain, and none of the automated workers are programmed to take any other instructions. Apparently nobody ever expected anyone to find themselves here after it was built. He gets to work stabilizing the Jedi, breaking open medpacs to soothe the sunburns and cool his skin with the kolto inside and injecting him with another in the hopes of restoring his focus. While he is conscious and able to sit up, he gives him water, and his confusion is met with gentle encouragement to rest. The night passes, and Flow improves. He spends much of the morning asleep, but it's clear he's recuperating, and not slipping away. With the immediate danger behind them, Oberon turns his thoughts to getting them both out of there alive. Natirru would be able to properly treat Flow. But he also could never make it through this desert, himself. Chiss aren't made for that sort of thing. Doesn't he have a friend who keeps a home here...?
He takes out his holocom and sits at Flow's side, taking his hand as he stirs. "It will be all right. I'm calling a friend to take us somewhere safe. I don't think he'll care we're meant to be on opposite sides."
He sets it to Val's frequency and waits for the older Sith to answer.
