Tower Hangars

Jena entered the hangar, presumably with Adi still hobbling along beside her, and walked the short distance over to her personal yacht - The Physicians Fury. The pilots and the temple mechanics were checking over the vessel, just as a precaution, and waved acknowledgement to Jena when they spied her. Giving a small nod and a wave in return, she walked up the lowered boarding ramp and disappeared inside the ship. Making her way to the room she'd designated as her office on board the ship, she discarded her outer robe on the back of chair that sat behind a desk and turned to Adi as she gestured to the chair nearest to him for him to sit and relieve some of the stress on his broken leg.

"Congratulations on your appointment to the Council, Adieumus." She smiled back at him while she poured them each a glass of the finest Coruscanti wine to toast the occasion. Turning back to face him, she handed him one of the glasses with a smile. "It's well deserved, and you'll do just fine."

She paused, with a contemplative look on her face while taking a sip from her glass. Moving over to the chair where she'd tossed her outer robe, she placed her glass on the desk and sat down. Leaning back, she cupped an elbow with one had while resting the forefinger of the other hand on her lips.

"So tell me Adi, what's on your mind? I know you didn't follow me all the way to my ship just to spend quality time with me. I know there's something going on in that spiky haired head of yours - so what is it?" There was no malice behind the words, in fact there was a hint of a teasing overtone and just a genuine curiosity as to what the man was thinking or planning. She knew he almost always had some kind of plan, and she'd rather know what it was now than be taken by surprise later. She wasn't that fond of surprises, especially if the surprise involved possible death or dismemberment....

Mirania felt the ship touch down and she quickly finished getting dressed and trying to smooth her hair and her clothes. She had exchanged her light summer wear from Naboo for her usual traveling duds during the trip, which 4TY had been kind enough to provide before they had left.

Exiting the cabin, she made her way down to the exit ramp where she saw Octavious waiting for her and she greeted him with a smile."Hey there."Her smile turned into a slight frown when she noticed what he was carrying. It was giving off some kind of dark aura."What's that?"

Adieumus took the chair with much appreciation, and thanked Jena for the compliment. Just being around any of Ice's family at this point was comforting, it had been so long since he had seen her. Unfortunately, it would have to wait just a little bit longer....

"Your words are too kind, Jena...and you are quite perceptive." He took a sip of the offered wine, and smiled. It was a dry, red spirit, similar in color to the Noghri wine he so liked. It parched his mouth, but he still enjoyed it. It even tingled a little as it went down. "It's quite simple really. I need to borrow a bacta tank before I go to Kuat, and I need a space to repair my CLoWDS armor as best as I can. Gregory can help me through it, as long as I have a bit of time, and a healed-up body.

Think you can help me speed things along?"

He coughed, and winced. The ribs were still quite tender, but just being around this many Jedi most certainly did much for Adi's connection to the light. Seeing Jena also helped that as well...

She reminded him very much of her niece right now. Quietly, he changed the subject.

"How are things back home?"

What he really meant to say was 'How is Icey? Lukas? Eya? Is everything still all right on the planet? I miss being home. I miss my family. I miss my life on Honoghr.' However, he was trying to keep from breaking down right there on the spot, and making a fool of himself. He was already only a half-step away from it as it was.

She silently noted the cough and wince of pain when he spoke. He was pretty banged up, inside and out, and one didn't have to be a healer/doctor to know that much. Leaning forward, Jena chuckled softly as she folded her arms on the desk and met his gaze.

"Just a bacta tank? Adi, you need to be in a regular hospital for about a week, maybe more, if you want to be at hundred percent again. Running off to another battle isn't going to help you, or anyone else, with the shape you're in." She sighed, stopping herself before she started ranting. Ranting wouldn't do any good right now - plus he looked kind of pathetic at the moment, and it would be like kicking a small furry animal just because. Briefly rubbing her forehead with a hand, her blue eyes met his again.

"There's a bacta tank in the next room, I keep one on the ship because it never hurts to be prepared. You're welcome to use it. As for your armor....Ben can help you take care of that. He's one of the mechanics who keeps the ship running in tip-top shape while I'm traveling."

She studied him for a moment before answering his inquiry about how things were back on Honoghr. She knew what he meant without him saying the words aloud and for a moment she considered telling him the truth. The truth of how it was affecting Ice, though Ice had never said anything. Jena knew her niece well enough to know that Ice was holding her feelings inside. She had always done so, even after she witnessed her parents deaths on Hoth. It took Jena a few years to get Ice to open up about the events of that day.

Another truth was that Lukas and E'yame were growing up without a father. To Jena's knowledge, Adi had only seen his son a couple of times in the last thirteen or fourteen months since he was born - and E'yame, who was a teenager now, was aloof....almost to the point of indifference, to her fathers extended absences. And then there was the truth of mysterious people showing up and questioning Ice about Adi's whereabouts, especially after the someone recently blew up some of MandalMines holdings. All these truths weighed heavily on Jena's mind, and she knew it weighed heavily on Ice's mind as well. An invisible target had been painted on the planet, and them. The only consolation, so far, is that no one had taken any drastic actions and attacked them - yet.

Shaking her head slightly, Jena stood up from the chair and folded her arms across her chest while she mulled over whether or not to tell Adi all of this. She decided against it for the time being. Adi was already in a lot of physical pain, he didn't need any of the mental banthashit to go with it. Though she suspected he had a lot more on his mind that he already mentioned, besides being nearly killed.

Taking a moment of pity on Adi, she smiled as she answered his unspoken question. "Everyone, and everything, is fine. Lukas is walking now, albeit not without the occasional bumps and bruises of a toddler. E'yames doing well at the academy. Business is a little slow at the RDMC, and truthfully, we kind of hope it stays that way for a little while longer. And Ice is doing good. She and Ali have kept the administrations side of things running smoothly."

She paused, momentarily, to lean over the desk and press a button on the console in one of the lower corners. One of the med droids, that had accompanied her to Coruscant, appeared a moment later. After having a brief conversation with the droid, it left the room again. Glancing over to Adi, Jena smiled again. "The bacta tank will be ready in half an hour, or so - in the meantime I'll get an I.V. line in you and get you prepped for submersion."

The gunship rolled into place along the outermost landing platforms of the Tower Hangars, coasting to Terra Firma with all the grace of a falling feather. There was poetry in the care the pilots took in setting down the ship, an odd contrast to the sight which greeted the hustle and bustle of the hangar personnel as the side hatches opened. Inside, stacked floor to ceiling, were almost a dozen coffins bearing the insignia of the Yavin Jedi temple. Solid carbonite mixed with other metals to both preserve and revere those held within while just as many living beings stumbled to the ground. They were younglings all of them, or near enough in age to make no difference, all of them sporting a lightsaber and Jedi robes mixed with Republic armor, all of them looking like they'd come out the other end of a meat grinder.

The last to exit the ship looked very much out of place with the whole group- the lanky blonde human in a muddy, bloody lab coat was definitely no Jedi. The Force was present around him but only inasmuch as it was present around all living things.

"Right," he said to the gathered crowd, "I left a message at the council headquarters so they'll be expecting you. Somewhere. I'm not a commander or a Jedi or even a parent, so I suck at these things, but still... you all did good. There were probably a good ten-thousand soldiers on Yavin and we're some of the only ones to make it out. So just... do yourselves a favor and be proud. Now go. Find someone who knows what they're doing around here and can get you settled."

"And where will you go," one of them- the Bith- asked.

Levi shrugged. "Wherever they keep the liquor. I need to get Sith-faced." He turned, began walking to the door and didn't even pause to wave goodbye. "Later kids."

I am the worst role model ever.

Syla had braced all her medical knowledge against Adis mangled body. She was a dishonorable discharged Marine Medic, but at least she was a good Marine medic. She manadged to stabilise Adi. Pitting splints to breaks, brace for neck and chest, cutting where internal bleeding has happened, patching up where needed to be patched up, but with all the Sci Fi medical gear and knowledge, Will found the Cyberpunk Padawan in a depressed state, sitting on a tiny chair, smoking a cigarra and waiting for the medical team she had called and informed of the patients states.

"This one will sleep untill... well, tomorrow, or untill the Yuhzan Vong return. THis one is broken. If it was up to me I would put his brains and lungs in a jar of bacta and install him into a farming droid with an inbuilt bong. Beyond my help. But... I am just a combat medic."

Will found the Cyberpunk radiating melancholy emotions throughout the entire flight deck. Will sulks in his own nature, but after walking in and feeling the matching wave of feelings from Syla, Will brings his shoulders back and his chin up. In a rare moment of empathy, Will walks over to Syla from behind and grips her shoulders tightly in a sign of paternal support. 

"It's alright, kid. You did all you could. They both have served the order well, Joshua may never recover; but the Force tells me that Adi will pull through." Will reaches down and takes the cigarra from Syla's hand and takes a drag from it himself. "The Force tells me that it has other plans for His Highness here." His thoughts drifted to the still burning Yavin where his old friend Man'sell now lays, and the many comrades on Carida dead, the attack on Ossus. . . .it was all he could do to keep it together. 

Will blew the smoke out from his lungs and hands the cigarra back to the Cyberpunk. "C'mon, kid. We have to report to the Council, or whatever is left of it. This has to end." Will places his warm palm against her neck with a brief pat, to try to snap her back to reality. 

The chime of the commlink came on from the deck master, a knight Leonhardt. ::Flight deck, this is Councilor-- I mean Senior Jedi Master Will Son'tir. We have two wounded needing a medivac priority one. The freighter is yours, returned under authorization codes JHC02042014.""