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Kix still found it hard to believe that he had survived a surprise bombardment of the rescue zone they had organised for civilians only to find himself isolated from the others under rubble, most of his body too buried for him to free himself. When you experience this kind of delightful event, it is easier to accept the permanent presence of a helmet, even if it is sometimes cumbersome. He would probably have died without it.
All this to be saved by a Jedi who was walking between enemy assaults as if he were on a simple sporting hike.
His life did not have much meaning, did it?
The tall, dark figure had worried him at first, then he had determined it was a sentient and not a droid, so he had calmed his panicking mind even though his weapon remained firmly pointed at the heart of the potential enemy, until he saw him. It was a Zabrak in formerly beige clothes covered in dirt, children and a man passed out on his shoulders, who looked at him in surprise.
"I'll be back for you in ten minutes at the most!" he shouted before striding away.
No hesitation. No doubt that even if he had not introduced himself, even if they had not spoken, Kix was not going to shoot. This planet was nevertheless torn apart in this war, Kix had not remembered the name, because there was nothing incredible about this place or its inhabitants, but this was the Outer Rim and people here were much more convinced by Dooku's proposals than elsewhere.
He had not thought he would come back. Nor had he imagined that underneath the frightening face and the professional athlete's body – he still had not understood the purpose of the job, by the way, what a senseless idea it was, typical of natborns, to be paid a lot of money to damage your body at full speed by doing unnatural things to excess – there was a Jedi.
Not that he had introduced himself as such, no, he had just used a Force osik to lift the wall away from the still crushed Kix who had become alarmed.
No, it was not his fault and no, it was not racism.
It was just that there was a pattern and he saw it for what it was.
Maul.
Ventress.
Oppress.
Enemies had a thing for Zabrak, so the man was barely crouching over him before Kix had stuck the barrel of his gun under his nose. Literally.
"Your name", he demanded, trying to keep his voice calm and confident.
"Agen Kolar, the most good-looking guy of all the Jedi", the other replied dispassionately, wasting no time in pressing on his aching leg and moving it without even asking his opinion, ignoring his cry of pain. "I think you'll be able to walk normally very soon after the appropriate treatment, nothing seems to be really wrong with it".
Agen Kolar. General Agen Kolar. General Kolar. Master Kolar. Knight Kolar.
Yeah, no, Kix did not know that name at all.
"Never heard of it."
"Really? Isn't that the symbol for doctors? It's extremely problematic if emergency care training is this shoddy, you'll have to-"
"No, I don't know if you're really who you say you are!" He interrupted as soon as he had regained his composure.
The man was talking far too fast, and it was confusing him.
Oh kriff, you sound like Fives, that's why. A walking headache.
"How am I supposed to prove something like that?" The other asked, opening a first aid kit so full it was almost overflowing and must have been difficult to close.
Kix did not really know, but when his gaze fell to the other's waist he sighed with relief. It would be something objective and a little more reliable.
"Your lightsaber, show it to me."
"Wow, bold, aren’t ya? Love it."
By the time he understood the perverse insinuation and tried to back down – he was well aware that some civilians could sometimes feel frightened and accept things from the military that they did not really want to – the other unveiled a light green plasma blade and waved it in front of his nose.
"Reassured? Now, I'm going to move us to a natural cave in the woods before taking us further back to safety a bit later, I'd just rather not get a bomb on my head while I'm looking after you, are you fine with this plan?"
"Yes, Generaaaaal?!"
The other lifted him strangely, his legs to one side with an arm under his knees and his upper body supported by an arm around his shoulders, the healing equipment had landed on him and the Zabrak was already running.
He was running.
While Kix easily weighed 80kg and his armour made him 40kg heavier.
The loss of blood was making him hallucinate, he decided to believe. In any case, it would explain a lot. In the same way, his body decided for him that it was a good time to pass out.
When he woke up, it was with a good slap and a loud "don't fall asleep on me, you might have a concussion!"
"I don't think a blow to my head would be most appropriate then", he signalled weakly as his armour was methodically removed from his body.
Theoretically speaking, is this a striptease?
"Oh dear, you may be right. Tsk, humans, so weak and fragile", the Jedi then mumbled much more lowly, softening his touch perceptibly nonetheless.
The most serious wounds were treated as well as possible, then the Zabrak moved on to his face after removing his helmet, which had unfortunately cracked due to the impact and weight and had cut into his skin a little.
"That’s it! A Jedi General is acting as a doctor for me."
"Are doctors supposed to never get hurt?"
Obviously, seen like that, his annoyance did not make much sense, yet Kix felt it was valid.
"Stop frowning," the Zabrak ordered with a mocking smile, "or your men will laugh at you for being a worse patient than they are."
If General Kolar did not have his hands over his face and was not risking a huge mess of Bacta, Kix would have punched him in his frustration.
Even if his hand was also in bad shape.
"Nobody could be worse than them, and they knew it", he retorted with a sulky pout that he had to quickly abandon when the Jedi put his thumb on his bottom lip to slightly open his lips and dab a gauze on it to disinfect.
Was not it a bit sad – and very fucked up – that this was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him in his life?
"Here, for your trouble."
Kix felt the kiss on his forehead and saw the Zabrak wink at him without reacting.
"Well, I'm off again, I've still got some asses to kick and if I find any enemy sensitive ones in all this mess, some mouths to smash. Wish me luck."
"Wait, how am I supposed to get back if I can't walk?"
"Hmm? Oh, well, I suppose that's a good reason for me to get out alive, after all, I haven't completely flaunted my lightsaber's capabilities, hottie!"
With an obnoxiously outrageous wink, he disappeared.
"My name's Kix, not hottie!"
"Whatever you say, hottie!"