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“Medic!”
There was no telling how long the battle had gone on, or how long it had been since it was over. Long enough that cries were an oddity. Sezar’s attention snapped up from the data his probes were collecting from the lifeless forms strewn about the field. He waited until the cry came again, then grabbed his supplies and bounded off across the field.
It was a relatively short trek. One he almost missed had the muddied form beside him not lifted a weak hand and cried out once more. Sezar skidded to a stop to find a pale skinned, bright eyed human staring up at him. The man let out a grateful sigh and let his head fall back to the dirt with a wheeze.
“Thank the stars. I didn’t think anyone would hear me.”
“They’ve moved on.” Sezar explained as he slowly approached the other man.
“Figures.” The human flashed a tired grin up at him.
Sezar pondered him silently, optics widening and then focusing on his face for only a second. He crouched carefully, hands perched on his knees. “Where are you hurt?” He asked, tone relatively even if unconcerned.
“Can’t. I can’t feel my legs.” The human breathed.
“Hm.” Sezar nodded. “Likely paralyzed. No puncture wounds? Broken bones?”
“None I’ve noticed.” The human sucked in a breath. “Please.”
“That’s good.” Sezar nodded, lifting his resonator from his side and focusing it on the man beneath him. “Probably would have survived that. My sincerest apologies.”
“Wh-wait!” The human lifted his hand, as if to shield himself from any oncoming blast. “I’m an exile! I’m on your side!”
“Oh.” Sezar ‘blinked’ optics focusing and adjusting once more. “Pity, would have been better if you were high-born Cassian.” The two shared a quiet stare, during which Sezar realized how the other creature’s confusion could have occurred. “Ah.” He bobbed his head apologetically. “Pays more, High-Born organs. Something about racial purity. Not really my problem. Making a killing today one way or the other. Ha.”
The human’s face had gone pale and Sezar grimaced.
“Oh. Poor taste. Very poor taste, I apologize. Is there anything I can do for you before I dispatch you?”
“I have a family.” The human wheezed. “Please, I have a family.”
“Ah.” Sezar said and stared. Then placed the resonator to the human’s chest and fired it. The normally muted discharge of energy amplified like a drum beat in the human’s chest cavity as the body jerked and was still. “That’s no good.” He continued, as though his conversation partner still breathed. “Shouldn’t have told me that.”
The Mordesh sighed. “Can’t use your head now. Too many identifiers. Shame.” He tutted. “Shame. Anyway.” He stood and propped one hand to his hip. The other scratched idly at his shaved head. “Going to have to take that off.” He mused as he wandered back towards his supplies.