<i>Sev and Aly</i><br/><br/>Speeding through Coruscant’s airspace, the unknown client proved himself adept at outmaneuvering the imperials. In other circumstances, like a tale told in retrospect, this might have been intriguing. Now, though, it was worrying. Her heart accelerated with the engines, jumpstarted by each near miss.<br/><br/>Buildings and blinding lights blurred by as he made the journey into the bowels of the ecumenopolis. Paying close attention only served to make Alythra even more nauseous, the downward spiral churning her stomach. So she screwed eyes shut, blocking out the sensations least they overwhelm her. Still, heightened senses warning her against inattention, and when she did open her eyes, those senses screamed at her.<br/><br/>Working on instinct, she reached over and grabbed the control yoke, yanking it as far left as she could.  He fought her for control for just a second, until a vehicle turned the blind corner, occupying the space they were headed towards. When he stopped resisting, and pushed the yoke, the speeder turned, missing the other vehicle by mere centimeters. Still, the sudden turn caused them to lose control of the speeder, and it clipped a sign before spinning out into a retaining wall.<br/><br/>Alythra called upon the force to cushion the blow from the crash. Beside her, her nameless client lied still. Too still, while his chest pooled crimson. “Shit,” she whispered, coughing away the dust and debris of impact. Blood soaked the fingers she pressed against his chest, calling on the force to close his wounds and heal his injuries. But there was a foreign object in his chest that prevented her, and all she could do at the moment was stem the blood loss by slowing his heart. Dangerous, but blood loss would have killed him faster than a heart attack.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><i>Nykei and Jiljoo</i><br/><br/>Nykei followed Jiljoo into the dressing room, finding herself unable to resist or deny the sultry Twi’lek. Still, it was difficult not to feel shy and she pulled off her clothes, comparing her thin figure to Jiljoo’s curves. Still, the pieces Jiljoo picked out looked good. Especially<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/47/a5/4b/47a54b4a3bff326e6df6f19dda046a52.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">the tight little black number</a>that hugged curves Nykei didn’t even know she had. Minutes later, Nykei found herself in line, paying for the new dress. No idea when she’d get a chance to wear it, but she had to have it, regardless.<br/><br/><br/>The screech of steel into stone ripped Nykei from her carefree relaxation with Jilljoo. Fire and leaking fuel filled Nykei’s nostrils, recalling painful memories. Steel fingers closed into a fist, suddenly aching, but there wasn’t time for that.<br/><br/>“We have to help them,” Nykei declared, pulling Jiljoo along.  That the vehicle wasn’t a ball of fire was damn near miraculous, but her passengers weren’t safe yet. Within, a crimson-skinned woman tended to a blond male human. She turned once, and again, disbelief in her dark eyes.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>“Jiljoo?” Alythra questioned, unable to believe the familiar face she found in her moment of need. But there was no time for that. “He was hit with shrapnel in the crash. I can remove it, but I need a to operate on him.”<br/><br/>“The ship has a med bay,” Nykei offered, assisting the Zeltron with the human by lifting his other side. “But wouldn’t a hospital be better?”<br/><br/>Alythra shook her head, “Not in this case. I slowed his bleeding, but that merely bought him time. If I don’t get that shrapnel out, he won’t last long.”