dathomirs | i'm still fighting, i don't fear i've lost

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To his credit, Cal does not remember that ledge being there. 

He'd thought -- even as BD beeped a warning about the terrain being unsteady and uneven, that it'd be fine. Only eight stormtroopers, cake. He didn't count on the purge trooper coming out of literally nowhere and hitting him so hard that he felt the vibrations all down his arm as he strained to block what would've been a very deadly blow. 

Kriff, he hates these guys. Cal scores a few hits on the heavy plastoid armor, pushing the trooper back, back away from the edge of the cliff. They'd come here to investigate a possible Jedi temple hidden somewhere on the planet, of course Imps were already crawling the place much to their displeasure. If they found it first, they'd ruin it, desecrate it, steal everything within - just as they did with everything else. Bogano. Illum. Kashyyk. 

So maybe it was a lot personal. 

He parried, blocked, pushed the trooper back and raised an arm to deliver a finishing strike. However, it left him an opening, allowing the trooper to land a hit against him, hard, knocking him back slightly. Cal tried to regain his focus but in those few moments it was all it took for the purge trooper to gain the upper hand and shove him back, putting him on the offensive. His arms ached, ribs burned with exertion. He ducked and dodged, rolling out of the way and found himself a bit too close to the edge. That was what he was trying to avoid. 

He had to do something. He only had one chance, wearing out and already injured - he needed to end this. 

So he lunged. 

Driving his lightsaber into the armor as the trooper aimed another well placed shot - as he wrenched his saber free, his feet danced on the edge of the cliff, overbalancing and falling. 

It wasn't a huge drop, but it wasn't an exactly straight one either. Outcroppings and ending on a slope, he was unconscious before he reached the bottom, his limp body coming to total stop several feet from the bottom.

--

Something was nudging him. Just give him five more minutes, he'll get up for work -- something shrill sounded in his air drawing a gasp from Cal as his eyes flew open. 

BD-1 was jumping around him, trying to get him to wake up; when he saw he was up, he moved forward, beeping questioningly. Awareness washed over him, as did the pain.

"Ow, oh shit..." Ribs, possibly broken, definitely bruised. Blood dripped into his eyes from a cut. With the way everything blurred and distorted, and doubled in his vision - probably concussed. Definitely not good. He couldn't tell what else was broken or bruised, didn't think he could get up to find out. "I don't know if I can, buddy..." he mumbled in response to the question. The ground was shifting under him, rocking and rolling - he couldn't recall what he said when he pulled out his commlink with the arm that wasn't pinned under neath him to radio the ship, who answered him... anything. 

Losing the fight with consciousness was a relief, even as BD continued to nudge him awake. 

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Merrin appears in a flash of green, having declared it too risky for Greez to land nearby until she was able to determine what they were dealing with. Cere wasn't here, and Cal was down for the count if his barely-coherent request for help was anything to go by. That meant she was it as far as fighters were concerned. Fortunately Cal had succeeded in taking out all but one; Merrin finishes the already dying Purge Trooper swiftly before reappearing next to Cal a moment later.

"All right, BD. I'll take it from here. Out of stims, I assume?"

The droid boops a sad affirmative as Merrin kneels down and takes a quick survey of Cal's injuries. He's not obviously bleeding out, at least, but that doesn't tell her anything about how capable he's going to be of getting back to the Mantis for further care. There's nothing else for it; her magick can't heal as effectively as it can lend strength -- enough to pull a Jedi with a penchant for falling off things back to consciousness, she hopes.

"I apologize for this, but our options are limited."

Her eyes glow green as her hands hover delicately on either side of Cal's head. She brushes a bit of hair out of his face before unleashing her magick, which winds its way around him in a swirl of brilliant green as it attempts to draw the unconscious human back to the land of the waking.