Geeky Imagines

Yord Fandar x reader "A Bad Fall"

Y/N and Yord Fandar, fellow Jedi, had been dispatched on a routine reconnaissance mission to a quaint village situated on a remote moon. The planet was known for its extreme weather conditions, and the duo had parked their ship a considerable distance away to maintain discretion.

Overall the mission had gone well, and they were reasonably well received considering the native cultures weariness on space travel and foreign life.

As they left the small village behind, The wind picked up, howling around them and carrying with it a biting chill. Y/N could sense a strange feeling in the air through the force and it made her shiver.

They hiked back through the rugged terrain, as dark clouds loomed ominously in the distance, signaling the imminent arrival of a storm. Sharing a brief glance Y/N and Yord picked up their pace, mindful of the approaching tempest.

"Looks like we're in for a storm, and I don't know if we're going to out-walk it." Y/N observed after a little while, pulling her cloak tighter around her.

"Looks like it," Yord agreed, his tone neutral but he eyed the dark clouds warily. "We should hurry back to the ship before it hits."

The wind picked up, whipping through the towering hills surrounding them. Raindrops began to fall, growing heavier with each passing moment. The sunlight slowly began to fade until it was dark as night.

Puddles forming on the ground were splashing violently with the frequency of raindrops hitting them. And the two Jedi were thoroughly soaked, trying not to shiver as they marched onwards.

As they continued, the terrain grew more treacherous. The path was rocky and steep in some areas, requiring them to carefully climb over larger boulders, this was made twice as difficult thanks to the amplified weather of the planet.

Y/N, typically agile, failed to spot one slick stone concealed by a puddle. Her foot slid out from under her, her balance momentarily lost.

With a yelp, she tumbled backwards, her hand stretched out to catch herself and striking her head on a sharp rock as she fell. The force of the impact knocked her out almost instantly.

Yord barely heard her shriek over the downpour, but sensed the change in her force signature immediately. He rushed to the edge of the hill, watching as Y/N slid into a small, shallow creek at the bottom.

"Y/N!" he called out, the rain now lashing down, reducing visibility to mere meters. No response. At least not one he could hear. And her body remained motionless face down in the water.

Yord scrambled down the embankment, heart leaping. He splashed through the running water and mud, reaching the spot where Y/N lay motionless on the creek bed. He knelt down, speedily rolling her onto her back, out of the water and mud

"Can you hear me?" he said, trying to be heard over the howling wind. There was no response from Y/N. Her eyes were closed, and a nasty gash adorned her forehead.

Yord quickly assessed her condition. She was breathing, but her pulse was weak. A concussion, no doubt caused by the fall. He knew they had to find shelter quickly.

With a determined grunt, Yord scooped Y/N into his arms, her soaking wet attire weighing heavily on him. Supporting her against his chest, he scanned the surroundings for any signs of cover.

The world appeared as a grey scale sketch of blurred lines. The rain smacking against his face was painful and the stream was starting to flood, as lightning flashes illuminating the impact spots of rain. Yord looked up at the shore of the creek.

Luck was on their side. Not far from the creek, he spotted a small opening in the rock face. A cave system would be  perfect for sheltering from the storm.