Leia Organa // Galen Marek
Alright, so she wasn't dead. Good. She was hurt. Bad. There was destruction and chaos all around them. People were getting vaporized at almost every turn about. This was a full on attack and invasion. So with that said, Galen's first decision was now to get Leia out from this world and back to the town.
Hopefully there was still a doctor on the side.
"Well." Galen muttered pulling some of the cloth up from her shoulder. She was absolutely hurt. "I think you should refrain from moving it." Taking of the suit coat it revealed a holster rig for his lightsabers. The were tucked under his arms so they could stay easily concealed while in the suit. Something he whipped up real quick. Returning his red lightsaber back to it's spot, Starkiller handed it to Leia. "Hold this." Then he took his shirt off. Tearing fabric and then tying her arm in a sling to hold it tight to her body. He looked to her. "We're getting you out of here." He commented while tying one of the knots tight putting a little strain on her should for a moment. Then he took the suit coat and draped it over her shoulders to cover some of her exposed skin.
Pointing to the blaster. "You shoot only when you have to, otherwise let me do my thing." Galen ordered, and as if expecting what was to come next. "I know you can handle yourself, but you're bleeding," He pointed to her head. "And if you're not seeing straight, I don't want to get shot in the back." Which was his main worry. "Now c'mon." He guided her towards the way back to Starklandia.