Din grasped Bucky’s arm as the man steadied him without even a thought of hesitation, like it was second nature. He shut his eyes, lowering his head and trying to will his head to stop spinning. He bit back a small groan, fingers curling around the beskar arm steadying him, the metal a familiar and comforting feeling. For a long moment he stayed like that until he felt the flooring steady under his feet and the wave of dizziness pass enough for him to push aside again.
It was the last thing he wanted, but he made himself release Bucky’s arm and draw back from him. He gave a short nod to him, pulling himself together again. He wasn’t sure how long it’d be before he couldn’t force himself to stay upright, but he wasn’t ready to strip out of enough armor to use the few emergency bacta sprays he had on whatever injuries he had.
Thankfully, the ride to the city went quickly, all the while Din still stubbornly stayed on his feet. Honestly, he was a little worried if he sat down he wouldn’t have been able to get up again. The HUD in his helmet was still on the fritz, but he knew until he could manage to get it off and get a proper look at it there was nothing he could do about it— just another thing on a growing list of things he could do nothing about right now.
As the view of the city came into view, he could have mistaken it for one of the core planets at first glance, but he had enough experience in enough sectors of the galaxy to know not to base expectations on appearances. Some of the most hostile planets he’d had to hunt on had been the very picture of what core worlds saw as civilized, while safety was more found in the barren outer rim.
He watched his blaster move from Bucky to one of the strangers, helmet moving visibly to track it. He didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much he could do about it if he wanted help or answers. It wasn’t the only weapon he was carrying, but it was the most obvious. If he was lucky, maybe they thought he’d given up his only weapon.
There were people approaching the ship, several of which were making a straight line for him. Din turned his head a little towards Bucky while keeping his eyes on the new crowd of strangers, ready to take his cue from his husband. They didn’t seem hostile, but without understanding the language… this was going to be a pain.
“We need to get him onto a gurney until we know the full extent of his injuries,” One of the strangers approaching him were saying, not that he could understand a karking word of it.
One of them manipulated some sort of control on their wrist and a long, flat board-like thing that he hadn’t noticed before hovered up from the ground and followed them to him. They were talking again, gesturing to the board, like they were trying to tell him to— oh. He recognized what that was, at least the concept of it.
“No, I can walk on my own.” He said flatly, before remembering they likely couldn’t understand him either. He made a waving gesture, shaking his head, and taking a step back from the insistent— medics? Probably medics, judging by how they were trying to both gently and insistently guide him to the gurney. He’d been put on one of those before and strapped down for his own safety. That hadn’t gone well for anyone involved, he wasn’t about to try to recreate that on a planet that didn’t even speak Basic.
“No,” Din said slowly, firmly, taking a step back. He put a hand to his chest, “I.” He gestured a little walking motion with his two fingers, “Can. Walk.”
Whether or not he actually could walk far enough to wherever they were going was debatable, but he wasn’t getting on that thing if he could help it.
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It was the last thing he wanted, but he made himself release Bucky’s arm and draw back from him. He gave a short nod to him, pulling himself together again. He wasn’t sure how long it’d be before he couldn’t force himself to stay upright, but he wasn’t ready to strip out of enough armor to use the few emergency bacta sprays he had on whatever injuries he had.
Thankfully, the ride to the city went quickly, all the while Din still stubbornly stayed on his feet. Honestly, he was a little worried if he sat down he wouldn’t have been able to get up again. The HUD in his helmet was still on the fritz, but he knew until he could manage to get it off and get a proper look at it there was nothing he could do about it— just another thing on a growing list of things he could do nothing about right now.
As the view of the city came into view, he could have mistaken it for one of the core planets at first glance, but he had enough experience in enough sectors of the galaxy to know not to base expectations on appearances. Some of the most hostile planets he’d had to hunt on had been the very picture of what core worlds saw as civilized, while safety was more found in the barren outer rim.
He watched his blaster move from Bucky to one of the strangers, helmet moving visibly to track it. He didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much he could do about it if he wanted help or answers. It wasn’t the only weapon he was carrying, but it was the most obvious. If he was lucky, maybe they thought he’d given up his only weapon.
There were people approaching the ship, several of which were making a straight line for him. Din turned his head a little towards Bucky while keeping his eyes on the new crowd of strangers, ready to take his cue from his husband. They didn’t seem hostile, but without understanding the language… this was going to be a pain.
“We need to get him onto a gurney until we know the full extent of his injuries,” One of the strangers approaching him were saying, not that he could understand a karking word of it.
One of them manipulated some sort of control on their wrist and a long, flat board-like thing that he hadn’t noticed before hovered up from the ground and followed them to him. They were talking again, gesturing to the board, like they were trying to tell him to— oh. He recognized what that was, at least the concept of it.
“No, I can walk on my own.” He said flatly, before remembering they likely couldn’t understand him either. He made a waving gesture, shaking his head, and taking a step back from the insistent— medics? Probably medics, judging by how they were trying to both gently and insistently guide him to the gurney. He’d been put on one of those before and strapped down for his own safety. That hadn’t gone well for anyone involved, he wasn’t about to try to recreate that on a planet that didn’t even speak Basic.
“No,” Din said slowly, firmly, taking a step back. He put a hand to his chest, “I.” He gestured a little walking motion with his two fingers, “Can. Walk.”
Whether or not he actually could walk far enough to wherever they were going was debatable, but he wasn’t getting on that thing if he could help it.