#In emergency response and medical fields full moons are bad luck

[revivify-inn]

other people: "Feel the Full Moon tonight, very spiritually cleansing"

Me, who worked in behavioral health and emergency response and has a family of emergency responders: "I do not Want to feel the full moon, thank you."

[longearedowlfromouterspace]

A helping hand / A bad batch fanfiction

So, this is my first fanfiction, and hopefully I can write more than one part to this, because I've got some ideas for where this story could head. The first bit may go on for a while, but just so I can set up the story. I hope you enjoy it!

genre: Mainly fluff, but a bit of angst too, self-insert

warnings: minor injury (sprained ankle), star wars curses, mentions of slavery

You stared out of the window as the sun faded over the nabooian hillside. You watched the evening breeze sway the tall grass. This was probably the least eventful year you've had, and to be honest, you were pretty glad about that. You were sick of fighting. Being a Jedi seemed like the ideal life for you, until that fateful day on Ord Mantell, where the Jedi couldn't save you from Hondo Ohnaka and his cronies. You shuddered at the very memory of that weequay slimeball, how he took you away from the life you had ever since you you could remember. For six long years, you were a member of his crew, performing all of the stealth operations that the pirates were too lazy to do themselves. You were only a Padawan when they abducted you, but they were delighted to have a lightweight asset to the team, even though you were a mere child. Those six years taught you things, like how to steal, lie and charm your way out of many a sticky situation, though the skills you treasured the most were first taught to you at the Jedi order. They taught you how to heal, nurture and channel the living force to help the ones in pain. Now, of course, you learned how to use the force in the way any Jedi should, but after you were abducted, you had a bit of time on your hands between raids, as the pirates were more into full-on fist to fist pillagers, and only needed you when they needed stealth on their side. In your moments of quiet, you learned how to compromise with the force, willing it to bend to your will, while allowing it to manifest in you. After a while, you became strong enough to harness it with a flick of your hand. But you knew better than to use this in front of the pirates, as they'd want to have you on the frontlines, and knowing them they'd probably try to make a profit of you. No, you had to escape. That was the only other reasonable option. So, while the pirates were in a drunken stupor, you crept onboard an unoccupied ship and with a bit of luck and an equal amount of guesswork, you shot into space, free at last. However, one thing pirates did not teach you was how to fly a ship, so you held your breath with every groan and creak of the old ship, praying that it wouldn't fall apart. Another thing the pirates never taught you was what the big red lever on the steering pad was, so naturally you wanted to try it. Needless to say, it didn't go very well, as you hurtled through the stars at lightspeed, cursing loudly as you held on for dear life on the back of the pilot's chair. Luckily, you pulled the lever again just as you were headed towards a serene-looking green planet. Naboo. You took a sigh of relief as you assumed control of the ship once again, as you had been to Naboo on a mission once, and you wanted to return desperately, though revisiting Naboo hadn't been on top of your list of priorities when you were with the pirates. You landed miraculously unharmed, in an unoccupied meadow, and with a whoop of joy, you sprang from the ship. You trekked through the fields until you found an abandoned cottage, with a broken wooden fence on the outskirts of a village, from which you could hear the laughs of children. You made yourself at home in the ragged shack, taking your pack off your shoulders. You smiled to yourself. You were home.

BANG!

Your reminiscing was interrupted by a deafening crash outside your home (which was no longer ragged-you may have been brought up by pirates, but you still had a Jedi's need for a good environment). You sprang to your feet and dropped your cup of tea as you raced out of your home to find a ship in even worse condition than yours, flattening your new crop of meiloorans. "HEY!'" You shouted, not caring who was inside that shuttle," WHO ARE YOU?!" You clutched your lightsaber, prepared to brandish it menacingly if needed. The hatch of the ship hissed open, and a man with shaggy, dark hair and a red bandanna emerged, holding a blond haired child gingerly, as if the kid was an extension of his own soul. Behind him was a hulking mass of a guy, who you could sense an overwhelming sense of worry from, followed by a smaller man in goggles, tentatively observing the child as he trailed behind his companions, and rounding up the odd group was a sickly, pale man with prosthetic limbs with paternal concern etched on his face . You stowed your lightsaber back onto your belt and headed towards them. You didn't need the force to tell you that these people needed help.

“Hey, fellas.” you said as you strode towards the team “Is there a problem?” Under closer inspection, these guys- brothers, it seemed, had enough panic shared between them to make a whole town feel uneasy. Your eyes flicked quickly to the nearby village, whose people you had been the resident doctor for since you arrived. Keep them talking, you thought to yourself, if they want to harm the villagers, they’re going to have to get through me. You highly doubted they would struggle against a small, simple medic anyway, even though you had the force on your side.”Can you help us?” You flinched slightly as the dark and broody man with the sleeping child in his arms addressed you. You cleared your throat “Of course. Does it involve her?” you said as you pointed to the kid. The goggled one pushed himself forwards anxiously and responded “Yes. We believe it to be a fracture in her ankle, though she has fainted from the pain she was in.” A fractured ankle? That was an easy fix. “Can you heal her?” The largest one inquired, looking the most unsettled of all of them. You smiled at them.“Of course I can” you said reassuringly “Come with me”. The crew all stood and watched nervously as you carried the child to your operating table (which was just an old bed) and examined her. “You were right, gents.” you said as your eyes flicked over her unconscious body “ A broken ankle.” The pale paternal one stepped towards you and asked, “Is she going to be ok?”. “Yes, fortunately, you came to the right person, er-” you paused when you realized you knew none of their names. “If you don’t mind me asking, who are you guys?” The group shared a glance, then the husky-voiced one spoke up “Ma’am. I am s- Hunter. And this is Tech, Echo, and Wrecker.” he indicated to each one in turn. You look at the girl. “And her?” “H-her name is Omega.” Echo said, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “Well, I’d best get to work. I’m going to need you to wait outside for the procedure if that’s alright.” You said as you move to sit next to the little girl. Hunter scowled in indignation.”I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need privacy for the operation. I’m sure she’ll be fine” you say as you put a hand on his shoulder, willing the force into your words. He didn’t seem to approve, but he motioned the others out. “Do not hurt her. If you do, I swear-” he growled. You put your hand to your chest as you say “I know what she means to you, sergeant. I promise to heal her.”. He looked puzzled as you addressed him, as he knew he didn’t introduce himself with his usual official rank. Kriff, you thought, I mustn't slip up like that again. His gaze raked you once more, and he nodded solemnly. “Thank you.” he said as he left the dimly lit room.

“Fractured ankle. Easy fix.” you muttered to yourself as you hold your palm over her foot, calling the force to your aid. You inhale deeply and close your eyes, focusing on a mental image of the little girl, Omega, smiling and well.

I am one with the force and the force is with me.

I am one with the force and the force is with me.

The chant echoed in your mind, over and over. You hear a low hum around you, a hum building up in you. Your fingertips shivered as a surge of energy whooshed through you, and into Omega. She began to stir, her eyes fluttering as she mimics your internal chant. Her eyes snapped open as she let out a shuddering gasp. “Hello,” she said, smiling uncertainly. “Omega? You did so well there,” you whispered “You were so brave! How do you feel?” The little girl giggled as she sat up. “ I feel…good. I feel good.” she said, with certainty in her voice. You extended your arm. “Good enough to walk?” you asked with a crooked smile. Omega grasped your hand and nods confidently. Together, you walked through the door to the meadow, where the guys sat, looking forlorn at the ground. “Wrecker!” the little girl cries out excitedly. “KID!” You looked up from Omega to see a 6’7 mass of pure muscle barrelling towards your patient and picked her up into a hug. “We were worried!” he exclaimed, beaming at her as he lowered her to the ground. The others then approached the child, Hunter crouching to her level as he asked“How d’you feel, kid?” “I feel like I could run for hours!” he chuckled at omega’s response and stood back up at his full height. “Thank you,” he said to you, his face looking like he was trying to conceal a grin. “It was no trouble.” you said, nodding softly. Your gaze flitted from one brother to another, and they all looked immensely relieved, though your gaze lingered on the bespectacled Tech, whose expression was slightly harder to read. He stared at you quizzically, like he was trying to piece a puzzle together. He knows, you thought, slightly panicked, he knows I’m a Jedi. Or was. Whatever. He knows I’m force-sensitive. Fortunately, no one else shared that expression. Wrecker was completely over the moon that Omega was alright, Echo was too busy trying to stop Wrecker and Omega from racing each other, saying “we’ve had enough accidents today,” and Hunter was standing away from them, smiling softly. Suddenly, a sharp, swift pain ran through your body, like a thousand needles ramming into you. The world went blurry as you sank to the floor. You felt a firm hand on your shoulder and the blur of color sharpened back into detail. You looked up to see Tech, his face grim. “We-” “Y/N!” Tech was interrupted by two figures rushing towards you. Wait...did I tell them my name? You mused to yourself, but your train of thought was interrupted by a hand clasped around yours, a small, soft hand. Omega beamed up at you, and you couldn’t help but beam back. “Come with us,” Omega said confidently. You were taken aback by such a sudden invitation, and evidently, your flustered expression showed as the child’s warm smile faltered. “i -if you want.” “Yeah! We need a medic!” Oh. You looked to your other side, and Tech was gone, but in his place was Wrecker, who was smiling expectantly. You never assumed someone so tough-looking could be so youthful and childlike. Both of them gave reasons as to why you should go with them, though omega was giving some considerable points (“You healed me so quickly, and it would be great to have you with us!”) while Wrecker, bless his heart, gave some very different reasons ( “we can blow more stuff up!”). Hunter came towards you and took you aside. “Say you’ll think about it,” he said gruffly. So Hunter put those two up to it, you thought, smirking internally. “I will.”

You made up your mind. You had gathered your belongings (though there weren’t many) and put them into your pack. You had left a note on the door of your hut, explaining that you had to leave, and you didn’t know when you were coming back. You had left your medical assistant basic recipes for extra cures they didn’t already know. You bid the villagers goodbye and took a deep breath as you adjusted your pack handles. One more chapter of excitement, you thought as you walked aboard the havoc marauder.

“Strap in Y/N,” Omega said as you entered the upper atmosphere of the planet you once called home, “You’re not going to want to miss this view.”

END

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So, I hope you enjoyed that, and let me know if you want a part two!