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Natasha looked around the bar, noticing how many people were watching her. It made her nervous because she knew the First Order was looking for her, determined to find her before she could possibly find the Resistance. She'd gone directly to Maz's, knowing as well that the woman was her best chance at getting away. She hadn't gotten away unscathed though. She'd been shot and she was pretty badly injured, but she did her best to hide it in the way she carried herself.

Instead of asking too many questions Maz had just pointed to a man that she explained would help get Natasha off planet and far away, all she had to do was ask. So she started over, fighting the urge to limp. She knew she looked pretty battered up, but she could pretend it was nothing as she sat down beside the man, shifting the hood covering her head a bit which flashed her red hair, one of the biggest things she was trying to hide. "Are you looking for work?"

She looked around before looking at him again. "I need off planet and as far away as possible. I need to get away from anyone who could report back to the First Order and Maz said you're my best bet."

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They were already boarding when the First Order ships were descending, and Ben swore, picking up the pace and all but hauling her aboard, lowering her into the copilot's seat and dropping into the pilot's seat himself, "Strap in."

He opened a channel to Maz even though they were still in her back yard, warning her about the ships, because while watering holes like hers were technically neutral ground, the First Order would find any reason to tear the place apart, and he was planning to make good on an escape while he still could.

He hadn't taken into account that they would have left a squad of ships in low-atmosphere to keep anyone from leaving the planet. He grit his teeth at the first warning shot across the shuttle's nose, shaking his head as his fingers danced over the controls, "Hold onto something, we'll have to outrun them, get to the night side of the planet and calculate our first jump from there."

As soon as she was in the seat she started pulling the straps over herself and making sure she was buckled in. She winced when she saw the squad waiting for them, shaking her head. "Damn it they really are trying hard to bring me back in."

She laid her head back, closing her eyes as she held on. She hated this, really never liked flying all that much and in a situation like this it only made it worse.

Ben looked grim, but resolute, he'd taken on this job and he wasn't going to fail it before he was even an hour in. It helped that in the wake of his warning to Maz, other ships started rising from the surface as well in singles and pairs and then, apparently, all at once, giving them some cover.

He wasn't sure if it was just happenstance or if it had been an order from Maz herself, but he wasn't going to question it, either, just going to let them get lost in the crowd, jetting for the far side of the planet and into the hyperspace jump beyond, only speaking once they were in the familiar blue-stretch of lightspeed, "Well, that could have been worse."

Her knuckles were white where she was clinging to the straps that held her in her seat. Though she breathed out slowly, shivering before leaning her head back. God she felt so weak. "I think...I should lay down." She said quietly, unstrapping herself and getting up, intending to go towards the back of the ship.

She only made it a few steps though before she stumbled and she grabbed onto something to stop herself from actually hitting the floor.

Ben, for his part, in the process of unstrapping himself, saw the stumble and just flicked a hand out to catch her with a wave of the Force, tilting her gently upright again as he actually caught up with her to take her arm, "C'mon, there's a cot, I can get you patched up."

Another tendril of the Force, a more focused Force-push had the panel for the bed activating, retracting the section of wall that kept the alcove of a bed out of view, he sat her gently on the edge of it, making sure she was steady, "I'm going to go get the medikit. You're going to have to take your shirt off." He said, unfolding to his feet to rummage around in a cargo compartment above the bed, "So I can see what I'm getting at."

She gasped when he caught her with the Force, looking around herself as she was righted again before grasping his arm the moment he was close enough. "Thank you." She said, leaning into him once more before letting him lead her to the cot.

Once there she removed the outer robes covering her body, dropping the ruined clothes in heap next to the cot. She didn't hesitate when he said she needed to remove her shirt, knowing that he wasn't lying just because of how bad the damage was. She dropped her shirt on the same heap before kicking off her boots and pushing her pants down as well, revealing another blast mark at her hip, though it wasn't near as bad as her upper body.

He was a little surprised by the pants coming down as well, at least until he saw the blaster burn there as well, wincing just a little, but gone completely professional almost immediately thereafter, "Okay, first things first, we've got to get those clean, after that we can probably use bacta ointment on all of them, but you'll probably also need a dermal regenerator in a couple places."

He gave her a gentle smile, already having set the medkit on the bed beside her so that she could see exactly what he was taking out of it, starting with a fresh pad of gauze and a bottle of bacta wash, "I'm not going to lie, this is all pretty much going to feel bad, at least until you're covered up again and actually healing, but I don't think that's going to be super-comfortable, either."

"Believe me, I've been in worse condition before. Just do what ever you need to do." She said before trying to get as comfortable as possible on the cot.

She braced herself, closing her eyes and just exhaling slowly, praying that it wouldn't hurt too badly. Praying that maybe, just maybe she could relax as much as possible.

Ben worked as quickly as he could while still being thorough and not doing her any more damage by being in a rush. He didn't have any skill with the Force that would help with numbing the pain, most of his skill skewed heavily into 'just push shit over', which was, as demonstrated earlier, also good for catching things, but not much help otherwise.

He cleaned each of the wounds in turn, getting bandages and bacta ointment on the less serious ones and pulling the dermal regenerator out of the med kit, checking to make sure it was at full power before thumbing it on, "This is going to itch like hell," he warned, "but that means it's working."

Her fingers gripped into the material of the cot beneath her, breathing as best as she could. She was trying her best not to let her breathing go too shallow. When he brought out the dermal regenerator she just nodded. "I've had to use one before."

She just rubbed at her hip where there was a fairly nasty scar. "Didn't do a very good job." She admitted, shrugging a shoulder.

"Well it's not still bleeding, so I'm pretty sure that counts as doing a good job." He replied, shifting the tool to his other hand so he had better range of motion and access to the injury, "Five minutes, tops and then I can let you sleep it off for a bit."

His brow furrowed, glancing up at her briefly before returning to the wound he was working on, "Do you want a painkiller?" He knew some people were against them, on general principles he was as well, but only because of how deeply they made him sleep.

"Well you've got me there." She said while trying to smile, turning a bit so he could have better access. She nodded at his words, thankful she would have the opportunity soon enough. She really did need to get some rest or she would be completely useless later.

"What kind?" She'd always been a bit wary about taking things like that, not wanting to be incapacitated, but she also knew how badly she needed the rest after the ordeal she'd gone through.

"Standard use patches." He said, pointing them out in the medical kit, "Should have strength two three and ... five? I think? There might be a six left, but I don't think I restocked those yet." He knew that he should, he just hadn't because he used the weaker ones when he was using them at all.

"Almost done here." He added, the new-pink skin was already forming, though it was still tender enough that one wrong move would tear it and he wanted to at least make a second pass before bandaging the injury.

"Nothing above three. I can't...its not safe for me to be completely out of it. If something happens and we get attacked, I need to be able to help fight." She watched him, lifting her head a bit before laying it back down.

"I can't let the First Order capture me. I just...I need to get this information to someone who can do something about it."

He nodded, "Okay, we'll start with the two and if you need another one later, that's fine." He gave a little shrug, "And I'll help you get it into the right hands. That's kind of what I do."

Sometimes it was just information, sometimes it was supplies and sometimes it was whole people, alive and intact, though he didn't run rescue missions often.

She just nodded again, relaxing more as her wounds were healed. She was exhausted and there was a good chance she would sleep fine, even without the patch but she let him take care of her.

Once he was done she grasped his arm, squeezing gently. "Thank you." She murmured before getting more comfortable and falling asleep.

"You're welcome." He replied, hand resting against hers just for a brief moment. Even though she was already more than half asleep at that point, he still applied one of the number-two painkiller patches to the inside of her wrist, right where she could see it when she woke up, just so she wouldn't panic, not that he thought she was the panicking sort.

That done he returned to the pilot's seat, running through calculations for the next jump to hyperspace and deciding on a destination where he could get a message through to the Resistance without being found out by outside forces.

It was almost no time before she was asleep, curled up as best as she could in the small cot. She was exhausted and the pain killer really helped in knocking her out cold. It was good for her, even if she had been scared to sleep too deeply in case something happened.

Ben, for his part, just finished with the calculations and pushed the ship to hyperspace, though it wasn't a long trip, he let them drift in realspace afterwards, they had enough fuel to do so and get to their stop without any problem.

Which was why he was content to let her sleep, since she clearly needed it. He unrolled a mat onto the floor of the cargo area, settling in to meditate for a while himself, since he didn't need the sleep, and didn't want to disrupt hers.

When she finally did wake up it was slowly, having no sense of imminent danger lurking around. It had actually been a very good sleep for her, not something she'd experienced in a long while. Her eyes opened lazily and she looked around before turning her head and spotting him, smiling softly.

"How long have I been asleep?" She asked quietly, turning onto her side on the cot, hand going over where the skin was still fresh.

He didn't move from where he was kneeling on the mat, eyes still closed, ankles crossed, sitting back on his heels. His hands were loose on his thighs and while he looked relaxed, there was also the sense that he could set to motion at any moment.

He did, however, answer her easily enough, even with his eyes closed, "About three hours. I was going to wake you if you went more than four." He did open his eyes then, regarding her for a moment, "How do you feel?"

"I feel a lot better than I did." She said as she stretched a bit more, still careful not to tear the new flesh. "Thank you for taking care of me. I hope you let me repay you when I can." She said as she watched him, tilting her head. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

She considered just curling up and napping a bit longer. It wasn't as if she'd gotten a lot of rest lately and she knew she could use it, but she didn't want to sleep too much.

He shook his head, "No, not at all, I didn't want to disturb you while you slept. Just..." He shook his head again, "Meditating."

He rolled to his feet easily, padding closer, keeping both hands where she could see them, not wanting to startle her. She was feeling better, but she was also still recovering, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

She raised an eyebrow at the fluid motion, looking up at him as he approached before nodding. "Of course." She said, shifting so he could have easy access to the new flesh. She just relaxed, feeling like she could trust him now. "Thank you for everything." She said before closing her eyes.

"Probably shouldn't do that until we've actually got you where you need to be." He replied, managing to keep his face mostly expressionless, and his tone level, though there was obvious amusement in his eyes, "But you're welcome."

He looked back at the recently-healed injuries, fingers light against that new-grown skin, "Good, it's going to scar, so not good as new, but all in one piece, and that's what matters."

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