[Center][h2]Becca Twilight[/h2][/center]

“I’m on level 3. Currently holding the humanoid hunter droids at the stairwell.” The doors bang again, and this time they sent in a bit. “At all costs, we can’t let them get to the upper floors. We have wounded that can’t defend themselves.”

MEANWHILE


[Center][h2]Cosen Greshh[/h2][/center]

The medical bay is a mess. I sit with a kolto patch wrapped around my head, watching as a medical droid lifted Jakito Twilight out of a kolto tank. In the corner, a second droid is 3D printing a prosthetic arm for him. Then there was Korre, who seems to be the main attraction of our chaotic circus show. 

Senator Naberrie is close by her bedside, and a swarm of tiny medical droids zip circles around them, working to the best of their programming to make her labor as easy as possible... which I imagined wasn’t easy. The girl wasn’t ready to give birth. Sucal might have accelerated the gestation, but Korre’s body was still lagging behind. To be honest, part of me doubts she will survive, and if she does, she will be permanently damaged. Hopefully whatever magic Xan was weaving over her head would at least help in some small capacity.

Outside, I can hear the battle raging on. I want to join them in the defense, but I still feel weak on my feet, and when I move too fast, the room spins. I would have to stay here for now... but if any Republic soldiers get through the defense, I would not stand aside and be killed easily.