Tending to the Wounded [(open) Aftermath)

[Enishi]

*The aftermath of the war on Coruscant was devistating. Thousands and thousands dead, hundreds clinging to life. There was a place of solice, however. On Nar Shaada, in the abandoned Refugee sector, the hundreds of soldiers wounded were being treated in the giant metal crates. Being bandaged, amputated, stimulates used to keep the adreniline flowing so they won't die. Korbain was among those watching over the injured and dieing. His black leather shining from the dim moon's light. He patrolled the crates and checked with security. Should the sith find them, the would need to hide and be armed.*

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill walked through the crates site, watching the many in pain. He Force-Healed the most serious wounded, saving as many lives as he could. He saw Korbain, never having seen him before. He approached him, ready to draw his lightsaber if needed. He felt he woundn't need to, though.

"Greetings. Bad aftermath, no?"

[Enishi]

*Korbain gave a bad stare at the jedi.*

"I thought the jedi had no part in the war effort?"

*His voice was rash, mad. Many soldiers had died and the jedi could've jumped in for the save at any time.*

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill took the look with no offense. He was used to dirty looks and complaining.

"We don't, not much. I do, though. I try to help. I thought you were a Jedi?"

[Enishi]

"Me? a jedi? Bah! I can take out a sith with a blaster! That's how I took care of Toxis at the republic building."

*The crimson eyes of the chiss gazed deep at Barril before turning around and overseeing the injured.*

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

"Hmm...well then let me help you heal these men."

[Cygor Renthous]

*Cygor walked among the dead and injured, his 'brother' at his side... They had come to help those they could and the like...carefully getting in the approach the chiss and ask*

"What can we do?"
*the two seemed to have a combinded age of well...20*

[Enishi]

*He did not answer, nor follow Barril. He merely carried his rifle and slowy made his way to an entrace door to check on security.*

[Cygor Renthous]

*The older one yelled while the other began tending the wounds of the nearest man*

"DID ya here me?"

[.:.::Bornor Re'Aden::.:.]

Barrill just shook his head, letting him go about his ways. He approached a man with a severed arm, Force-Healing the wound. The hole closed itself up, the man becoming completely fine, except for the fact that he was now missing an arm. He would live, though, and get a metal arm soon enough. This is what Barrill continued to do, now. He went from person to person, some with the Republic, some not, Force-Healing their wounds. He utterly refused to heal the Sith, though.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*And apparently thats what mostly Cygor and the chold were doing...tending to sith wounds, beacuse they were people too...and needed help*