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[un: Senth] audio

[Slick's voice is clipped, no-nonsense, and deadly serious.]

Heads up--There's a Jedi on-planet. They're the people that keep mine enslaved. Expect enhanced reflexes, agility, telekinesis, mind-reading and mind-altering abilities, and a lightsaber. The blade can cut through just about anything without slowing down.

This one's named Anakin Skywalker. I've met him before. Don't trust him.

And... I'm in need of a medic. I can walk, but I'm not fit to fight right now.

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Yeah. Not my best move.

[He's still wearing his blacks--the bodyglove under his armor, with the Republic cog in dirty white across the chest.] Fire away.

[...Pun not intended, but he'll run with it.] But no actual fire, I don't think I'm up for any more of that right now.

[Eleven huffs an amused breath, then carefully shifts his hands to carefully prod and press against his ribs]

..So you attacked him and he took offense, I take it?

Yeah. I don't think he even knows who I am, though. I got dragged in front of him and Kenobi a couple months ago, and I told them what I thought of them then. But as far as non-clones are concerned, we all look and sound the same. He probably thinks I'm some other guy with nicer hair than him. [He doesn't understand why other people around here haven't gone for the magic hair dye. How can you not?]

[Ow.]

Hurts a bit more right there, but I don't think it's broken. ["Ow" wouldn't have covered it if it was.]

[Humming shortly, Eleven considers all that with a nod]

That should be fine to heal as it is, then. If anything feels strange, let me know.

[His hands take on a soft green light, infusing Slick's midsection with a warm and rejuvenating energy as the magic begins its work to mend]

I think your hair may be singed a bit at the front, but I'm sure it will still look better than most.

That feels weird. And better. [It's like Eleven has bacta hands.

There's a little huff of laughter at that--wow, his ribs really are feeling better.]

You know how to flatter a clone. [He runs a hand through his hair, feeling the dry crackle of singed bits falling off. But.] As long as it's still changing color, I'm not mad. [And sparkles. The sparkles are important.]

And anyway, I bought more dye. If I ever get within range of my brothers again, they're going to absolutely lose their minds over this stuff.

[Eleven laughs, delighted by the show of colors and Slick's good humor. When his magic doesn't feel as though its mending anything, he releases it]

It is pretty amazing. How are your burns feeling?

Damn right it is, this is the best thing I've ever had. [He runs his hand back the other way, replacing the color with normal black hair. Well. Apart from the little bits he missed, still sparkling away merrily.]

The cold's numbed it up, so it doesn't feel like much.

Good.

[He reaches thoughtfully for a small jar, turning it over in his hands, then reaches up for the cloth to gently peel it from Slick's burns. The swelling has gone down some]

..I should tell you I don't have a lot of experience with healing burns. I know I can do it, but the skin here is more delicate and my magic isn't very precise. So, I have two options for you. I can heal it all now, but there may be some imperfections. Or, I can apply this salve and lend you my wristorative to gradually heal it over a bit of time- half an hour, I'd say- for a more natural healing process.

Probably best to take the slower route. [He'd rather not end up looking like--he winces, though not because of the pain. He'd rather not think about anybody in his squad right now.] Bacta would take at least that long anyway.

So, salve and--wait, wristorative? [What?]

[Eleven nods, then pulls a gold bracer from beneath his coat and holds it up for show]

Something that came with me to this world; it has a slow-acting healing effect when it's worn or held. Not terribly effective in emergencies of course, but it spares me some energy when an injury is no longer serious.

[He offers it out to Slick, then reaches for the salve and shifts up to his knees for a better view of the burns]

In the meantime, let me apply this before the numbness wears off..

Oh, so I was hearing that right. [How the hell did the translator manage to catch that? Is it just making up that pun?

That's too many questions to get into when his brain's still scrambled. He puts down the cloth, and takes the... wristorative.]

Your homeworld's got some pretty fancy tech. Or is this one all magic? [He starts to put it on, and then pauses.] Does it need skin contact to work? This stuff's armored. Kind of. [He gestures to his blacks. It's not great protection, but every little bit helps.]

Magic. But no, you can just hold it if you like. Some kind of contact with your person is enough.

[His attention returns to Slick's burns and he carefully sets about smearing salve over them]

..Sometimes I think it's one of the most valuable things I have.

I think having magic hands and a sunny disposition is probably more important, but this seems pretty nice too. [He carefully puts on the wristorative but he's still not over that name and tries to hold still, squeezing one eye shut to keep the healing goop out.]

Definitely the shiniest thing you've got, though I could sort you out on that. [He runs a finger through his hair, leaving a streak of color.] Some of the dyes they had could make hair look like metal. It's wild, what you can find in this town.

[Eleven huffs a short laugh, mindful of keeping a steady hand. Being able to hold a pleasant conversation with someone he was treating was nice]

I don't know that anything like that would suit me. But it is interesting, to see the different ways they've found to use magic, here.

[It's all in his name. He's Slick because he was always a talker, making connections with other guys, talking back to their trainers and getting away with it, and always having a comeback to an insult. The name wasn't entirely a compliment, but he'd kept it because he could own it.]

Seems like they know how to have some fun with it. I'd like to figure out how to do that too. Setting my face on fire gets old after a while. You've got to stay creative, y'know?

[Smiling, Eleven shakes his head. He can't imagine he'd be in good humor after burning his own face, but credit to Slick that he could.

He dipped his fingers in more salve and pat tiny peaks of it around the remaining burns]

Fox can enchant almost anything. I think he'll be able to help you there.

Yeah, once I learn some better control. He says we're going to work on more defensive stuff next. [Which, honestly...] Probably a good idea. This planet's got a lot of nasty stuff running about. Nice as you are, I'd rather not be running back here all the time.

Of course.

[Checking to be sure he didn't miss anything, Eleven nods to himself then levers himself back down to cap the salve and wipe his fingers clean]

By the sounds of it though, I don't think you have a concussion. You should be all right to go once your burns are fully healed unless you start to feel worse for any reason.

Yeah, doesn't feel like one by now. Just got my bell rung, that's all. [Which isn't fun, but it's better than getting knocked out cold.] I know the signs to watch out for, and I've got that emergency tattoo thing Fox was offering a few weeks back. [Which he got only after he'd asked every question he could think of about them.]

Thanks, mate. You're doing good work here.

That's good to know. I have one, too.

[He smiles, shuffling to give Slick some space]

Let me know if you need anything else. And don't forget to return the wristorative before you leave. I'm sure I'll have further uses for it before long.

It's nice to have people you can trust watching out for us. [That was how it was supposed to be. As much as he'd tried to get everybody more organized soon after he showed up on-planet, he hadn't really, properly trusted them for a while. They still weren't his brothers, but... it still made him feel better.]

If anybody comes in who really needs it, don't worry about me, alright?

[He nods and collects his small assortment of supplies]

It isn't much good in emergency as I mentioned, but if I think it'll help, I'll let you know. In the meantime, try to rest for a little while.

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