Devon watched from the forest undergrowth as someone took off with the ship. She had gone back for some extra ammo; she'd been out, and was now glad she had. She rose slowly to her feet, she'd just gotten out in time, unfortunately, that meant that Devon had had to jump to get off. She hadn't taken the fall right, and now had, at the least, a sprained ankle. But, Dev could have sworn that she had broken something because she had no feeling in her left leg.
She stumbled out of the forest, slightly dragging her numb leg behind her, "Red, Roby, sit down!" she yelled. They looked in worse shape than she was, covered in blood, and both had a pained look in their eye. She shuffled hurridly to them, and handed Red a det, "Press the big red button. He's a traitor, he deserves to die." She opened her belt pack, "All I've got is some bacta, some crude thread and needle, and butterfly bandades. Sorry, no painkiller. Kal, get me some water!," she yelled over her shoulder, "Kal? Now would be nice!" she yelled at him again.
They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.