*Irvine turns off his comm, then he looks at his right leg. He gets a picture in his head using the force getting full detail of his injured leg. Broke in two places.
He closes his eyes and consentrates, pain shoots through his leg and to his brain, he falls over in a brief moment of agony.
He was in pain and confused at the same time, why could he no longer heal his own wounds? He stands confincing himself that he'll just have to get bacta treatments on the way to Starr.
Nearby, convenantly a hustler is parking a speeder on his way to a near-by bar. He steals it, force gripping the owner in the process, killing almost ruthlessly, not caring one instant...
He speeds to his shuttle, hoping that it wasn't torn up yet...*