Losing face

[Claptrap]

Claptrap scrambled through the gate into Coruscant, whimpering in an even higher pitched voice than usual. The little robot clutched the unconscious body of Smith in his hands with surprising ease, trying his best to disguise the fact that there was only one half of a face on the agent's body. Claptrap's single eye darted around cautiously, fully aware of how suspicious he looked. People turned and stared as he walked past, but so far no one had noticed Smith's face. Claptrap had to get Smith somewhere safe, fast, but could;t exactly go to a hospital with the agent looking how he did. 

In the corner of his eye, Claptrap noticed a pair of stormtroopers walking towards nearby and made a break for a nearby elevator. He dashed inside and slammed on the buttons, closing the door before the noticed him. The little robot's breath heaved as the elevator descended, his CPU trying to process what had happened in the last hour. Claptrap ran through the events again and again in his head, but it seemed to get harder to take in every time. Claptrap's thoughts cleared when the door opened, a '6' appeared above the door appeared and the doors opened to a veritable wasteland that would make Pandora look cosy. 

Clouds of smoke rose in the distance, and gunshots and curses echoed through the air. Claptrap rolled gingerly out of the elevator and summoned his shotgun in case someone tried to hustle him. With Smith held across one shoulder and his shotgun poised at the ready in the other hand Claptrap slowly made his way through the city, if you could call it that. The robot searched for a suitable building to hold Smith in while he recovered and came across what appeared to be a dilapidated hospital. Claptrap nervously stepped inside, hoping that there weren't any hobos or creepy hospital ghosts inside. 

Claptrap wheeled his way through the eerily silent corridors, the sound only broken by the occasional gunshot. In the middle of the hospital, Claptrap found an old, and uncleaned, operating table. Satisfied, Claptrap carefully placed the unconscious agent onto the table and took a good look at the damage. It wasn't a pretty sight, the front left quarter of the agent's head was almost missing and the half destroyed remains of Smith's shade's still hung onto his face. Claptrap had no medical training per se, but he had another idea. Claptrap's disc drive ejected, revealing his orb of omnillium. Claptrap held up the glowing orb, admiring the colours for a moment, before returning to the task at hand. 

"This stuff can grant anything I desire, right?" Claptrap muttered. "Well I desire for my buddy to get better," Claptrap said as he began channeling the omnillium into the unconscious agent.