"Well, that seems to answer that question," Jasma said as she observed the Master's impressive handiwork in closing the main doors. Then she rushed over to where Seris and the master were. "Seris, Master Worror, are you alright?" The Twi'lek called out, nodding in the Master's direction as she addressed him."T'ish says there's secret tunnels he knows about. We can probably all get out through there as well as any others we can quickly reach." 

Then the padawan noticed another jedi, a Catuman, coming towards the group. A stumble had developed and she could feel from there his blood pouring out. He said, "I've been shot, anything you lot can do to help?".

"I know some healing," Jasma replied. The Twi'lek then started the healing process, removing the cloth around the affected area, making sure it was clean, then placing a sort of bandage on the wound. But then she felt two little ones coming, one of them seriously injured.

A brown-haired human boy was supporting the injured human girl on his side, the blood oozing down from her temple. She seemed even more shocked about this than the boy. She only came out of her reverie, it seems, to report to Master Worror, "Master, I... I think Enrik and I are all that's left of Thantra Clan."

Jasma reached to the girl, "Sorry, sir. This girl has a more serious wound. The bandage should last until we have time to replace it." The Twi'lek then focused her mind on the patient and her non-blaster flesh wound, making sure that she didn't let blood pool by the brain and too much blood didn't get out.