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[5ame_heart]

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The door opens on a flurry of ice air and angry snowfall, letting in Fives and a small snowdrift before he can heave it shut.

At least, it's probably Fives. His helmet and shoulder don't have their usual artwork on today, because he isn't wearing his usual armor, but cold weather specialist gear that doesn't get used often enough to bother customising.

It's also not as protective as his usual armor, as can be assumed from the foot-long length of partial spear and the growing patches of red both around that and on one of his arms.

He limps determinedly towards the bar, picks up a few bacta patches in his good hand, and on to the infirmary.

It saves Kix having to worry about him anyway.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja has been sitting by the fire with his guitar today, not his harp; when he sees Fives enter, he gets up and strides towards him, guitar still held by its neck.

"You need help."

It's not a question and not an offer.

[5ame_heart]

Fives doesn't object, either. He grabs Teja by the shoulder to aid in the limping and waves the bacta patches towards the infirmary.

"Medilab's that way, right?"

[ostro_goth]

"We call it infirmary, but indeed, it is," Teja says. "They have all that you may need."

Not a bring-your-own-bacta place.

He slowly walks alongside Fives, supporting him as he has with many wounded comrades on the battle fields of his own time.

[5ame_heart]

"Just in case."

Rae had mentioned wanting to get some for the infirmary, so Fives wasn't sure. He leans companionably on Teja as he limps along, managing fine through the pain, but grateful for the assist.

"Guess this is more yopur sort of weaponry?" he asks, guestureing vaguely at the spear shaft still embedded in his leg.

[ostro_goth]

"Indeed, it is," Teja says. "It was a spear through the lung that killed me."

[5ame_heart]

"No fear of that happening here."

It's only an arm and a leg, after all.

Fives drops the bacta patches down and uses Teja's shoulder again to hop onto a cot when inside. "Help me get all this crap off?"

Starting with the helmet, because it's hot under all that and he feels ridiculous.

[ostro_goth]

"Gladly," Teja says, finding his way around the helmet with his hands. There are only so many ways that armour may close or open, independent of the time it is from.

[5ame_heart]

This armour in particular is mostly padding and less plastoid than usual - hence the injuries where usually he might be protected.

But once the helmet is off, the question is: arm or leg first? Fives figures that at least he can keep a hand on his arm to stem the bleeding, but even looking at the spear in his leg makes him wince.

"Got a knife?" There's a lot of padded pants leg to get through before his actual leg.

[ostro_goth]

"Of course I do," Teja says, producing his sahs from its sheath hanging off the back of his belt. "But this place has surgical blades also, for finer work cutting flesh. Also, it has medicines that will utterly numb the pain while doing so."

[5ame_heart]

"Yeah, I dont' need to cut my flesh quite yet," he says, adding, "probably."

He takes the blade in his uninjured hand and stabs the thick thermoinsulated material just by the spear, just inside the red stain, grunting with the effort and the pain.

"Help me get this out?"

[ostro_goth]

Teja nods, grabbing the rough end of the spear.

"You use the knife for the angle, I pull. On your word."

[5ame_heart]

Having at least cut through enough of the fabric to make a decent hole, Fives grabs a bacta patch first and peels it open, leaving it to his side in easy reach.

Then he shuts his eyes, and rests the knife tip on the wound, right next to the spearhead.

"Kriff, okay. Three - two - mark."

He then gives a decent szed roar of determination and pain as they haul it out.

[ostro_goth]

Teja has done this often enough in his life; he pulls with a slight twist until the thing comes free in their hands.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian looks up when the cold comes in and freezes for a moment at that white armor, clones wore it on Fest bu then he sees the spear.

And stands up to help, "Who speared you?"

[5ame_heart]

Fives only hesitates because he thinks he saw Cassian hesitate, and doesn't want to freak him out anymore. But an offer of help is an offer of help and he reaches out a hand for hs shoulder if it's available.

"Talz. You heard of them?"

He hadn't, before today.

[childofrebellion]

"They're from near Pantora?"

Cassian says as he moves to a position so Fives can lean on him and starts toward the infirmary.

[5ame_heart]

"That's the one," Fives says. "Apparently the Pantorans thought they counted as Pantoran citizens. They disagree."

He grabs his helmet off as soon as he's sitting down, because the thing is hot and stuffy and it's much warmer in here.

[childofrebellion]

"That does sound messy. Do you want to head to the infirmary to get that out and get some bacta?"

He nods to the spear and he figures there are probably more injuries under the armor.

[5ame_heart]

"Oh kriff yes," Fives agrees. "Infirmary now, please?"

He's a tough, genetically engineered professional soldier, but he's also got a spear in his leg and he'd like that out.

[childofrebellion]

"Then come on, its not too far," Cassian again offers himself as a support.

[5ame_heart]

And Fives is up again, using Cassian as a support. He leaves the helmet behind because it's not like he's attached to it.

"You do a lot around Pantora, then?"

[childofrebellion]

"Not a lot but I've met some Pantorans," And the Empire and other slavers realized that that Talz culd make good slaves so Cassian knows of them that way, and he's known Pantorans in the Rebellion.

In the infirmary, Cassian does his best to get Fives sitting before finding the biggest pieces of bacta he can, "Need help getting that armor off?"

[5ame_heart]

"Please."

Parts of it come off easily - the trick is the padded pants leg currently pierced with a spear, which makes him wince even to deal with.

He sits back, cupping his injured arm, and glares at the spear liek it's a particularly troublesome battle droid.

"Pants first then spear? Spear then pants?"

[childofrebellion]

"How deep is the spear?" Gently Cassian gives it a tug to see how easily it will come loose.

[5ame_heart]

"Kriff!"

Fives swears in the pain, but not a massive complaint. "Not too deep, but that's not coming out through the insuloid is it? Ah, grab some pain meds and cut the stuff off."