"They just released an escape pod. What do your sensors tell you?"

The Mandalorian woman asked the wrong question. Satele knew it was Brye in the escape pod, and it had nothing to do with the sensors of the Starshine. "It's her, let the Sith run," she responded, never once checking the ship sensors. The ship was put on an automated course for the escape pod, and Satele stood from the chair. Roana removed the helmet slowly, a suprisingly feminine face under the helmet of the Mandalorian warrior woman. Slender nose, high cheek bones, big blue eyes and dark lashes under a mess of blonde helmet hair in what had been a ponytail before the excessive combat and movement wearing the helmet all but undid the otherwise tight ponytail. 

But it was Roana's eyes that were the surprise now. They were slightly wide, and there was concern in them...but they weren't trained on Satele. The Mandalorian woman's eyes instead were on the pilot chair Satele had been sitting in just moments before, and all the blood on it, and dripping on the floor of the cockpit. "Does this ship have a medbay? You're bleeding. A lot. I thought lightsaber wounds--"

"--they're not from lightsabers," Satele knew what they were from. As fast as she had moved it hadn't been enough to save Brye, or to spare herself damage entirely during her rumble through the jungle. More than one super predator had taken a swipe at her, blur of speed as she had been. But in the jungles of Dxun even a Master Jedi's speed wasn't a garuntee to escape damage. There were claw marks on the side of her body, deep and bleeding dark blood. 

The Mandalorian went into action, without the Jedi's consent, taking a few steps forward and examining the right side of the Master Jedi. "It didn't hit an artery, at least, or the blood would be shooting." 

Satele ignored it. She knew the difference between blood from a vein and blood from an artery. She had taken more than enough combat medicine training on top of Force Healing techniques. It was the result of a lifetime spent in war, a lifetime far longer than Satele's appearance would suggest. The ship's hull rumbled as the engines fired hard to slow them down and vertically descend for a gentle landing not twenty yards from the Sith vessel's escape pod. Without ever once responding to Roana's concern Satele stated flatly, "We're here. Get Grim into the kolto tank on the lower deck, his leg is much worse than he's letting on."

"Your side, though--"

"--is fine."

Roana glanced up from the wound to the Jedi's eyes, the hardness on the woman's face suddenly returned, her hands placing the helmet back over her head. [i]Fine,[/i] was the response from the Mandalorian woman in the universally understood body language. "Go ahead, after you, Master Jedi," Roana put emphasis on the word [i]Master[/i] in a mocking tone. Satele strood past the woman to the lower deck of the Starshine and activated the ramp with the Force. 

"Don't want to move all the way back there?"

Satele's head turned slowly to meet the visor of the Mandalorian woman. A few beats and Satele sighed, turning her attention after the ramp lowered to the outside of the Starshine and began walking. Every step was a dagger in the dark, plunged hard and twisted fast in the kind of pain that sent tendrils of fire ripping through every nerve in her body. She could suppress the pain, but it was a temporary thing. It was a relief when the Mandalorian woman gave up waiting for Satele to collapse, and went to retrieve Grim. Grim was already joined by several other speeders, and several Mandalorian warriors in each of the two new speeders on the scene. The four new Mandalorians cracked open the escape pod. 

Satele shared a look with Grim, before turning on her heel and walking back up the ramp. The second she turned the corner for the medbay...her body collapsed on the cold deck. The blood began pour harder than it had before, her grip on her biological systems slipping as her head lightened and buzzed and shock began to threaten to overtake her. The heavy booted foot steps of the Mandalorians helping Grim to the kolto tank and Brye to the med bed next to the Jedi medical droid both stopped when they turned the same corner and found the Master Jedi pale and bleeding and staring into space. 

"Stubborn bitch," Roana snorted at the sight as she walked up behind the four Mandalorians helping Grim and Brye to the medbay. They all walked past her. Her eyes closed slowly, blinking and shuttering as the Force ebbed and flowed around her, through her. [i]Tython...[/i] Her eyes opened slowly, clumsy, like she was waking from a heavy sleep. Her hands moved to the cold deck, and tried to push...but nothing happened. She just felt back against the bulkhead in which she fell. 

A de-armored and irritated Grim started barking orders before allowing himself into the kolto tank, and this time Roana wouldn't even listen as Satele tried to protest, half unconcious from the pain. Roana's strength was impressive, easily lifting the all but dead weight of the Master Jedi and bringing her gently into the medbay, guiding the Master Jedi against the bulkhead across the room from both the med bed Brye lay upon as the med droid went to work on her, and the kolto tank that began to fill, Grim slowly letting his body drift off for healing--his leg black and purple and bloody where the bone had punched out of his flesh. Roana and the other Mandalorians had helped do what they could with the equipment in the medbay before putting him in the tank to heal it all up. 

Roana told the four Mandalorians to secure the Sith escape pod, to rip it apart and learn anything and everything they could. She would stay aboard the Starshine and go with the group. Afterall, she told them, she was currently the only one standing and concious enough to fly them off Dxun. "Don't forget your Master," she told the Jedi medical droid before taking one last look at all three of them, shaking her head, and heading for the cockpit to begin the flight to Manaan.