Infirmary

The male approached the infirmary slowly, walking towards the building. Having stalked the young boy here via his scent it really hadn't been that hard. So he had transformed back in the woods and approached the Jedi acadamy on two feet. He had pulled on his pants, but left his shirt off because it was simply aggravating the vicious burn he had received via Sith lightning. His right hand gripped his bag of tricks and his left the collar of the sith he had captured alive dragging her along beside himself like the female dark sider was nothing more then a bag of flour. Neena padded along beside him.

He paused outside the Jedi Academy, hefting his prisoner. "Hello?! Is there anybody home? I got something for you guys, something you guys may wanna take a look at." He waited patiently for the Jedi to come knowing they would.

The man shook his head. "It is unclear what he had prior to being taken by the Sith and what they gave him. The most we can do is wait for him to awaken and tell us. Hopefully he'll be able to tell us more."

When she questioned his meaning about being in the dark, he could only pause. Did he say something that made it questionable? He tried to think over what he had said, thinking maybe his words had been said in an odd manner. However, as he thought, it sounded clear to him. Of course, he already understood the meaning. Letting his right hand come up, it waved around slightly as he spoke. "Until we get some answers, we have nothing to go on to make any kind of assumptions, or any that has any real substance."

As he heard Cag outside the infirmary, he turned as he entered. He paid no mind to the state he was in, only to the one he was dragging around. Immediately, he focused upon the presence of the man and the female he had, quickly feeling them familiar. He had felt both scattered in the forest where the Sith were being engaged. Turning fully, he gave a small smirk. "Perhaps we are closer to getting answers than we thought." Seeing the Sith was unconscious for the moment, he took a breath. That was a good sign. It would allow them time to restrain her before interrogating her.

Peering around the corner of a nearby exam room, the Mirialan's blue eyes all that are visible as the rest of her face is concealed by her headscarf and veil, Master Grynt's pleasure upon seeing that Will has returned is evident despite the fact only her eyes can be seen. "Sit and hush, some of my patients are trying to rest, Sharee tells Will in much the same tone she would address a particularly noisy padawan making a nuisance of themselves in the infirmary, I'll be with you in a moment."

A young Mon Calamari's face appears briefly around the corner as well, large yellow eyes widening even larger as they roll and find Will, and the owner of the face exclaims, "Whoa! I thought I looked beat up! Master Sontir looks like he got his . . ."

"That's quite enough Aksa'den Prone, Sharee's voice can be heard from behind the wall of the nearby exam room, now sit still while I set that arm. What possessed you to try and take on eight training droids is beyond me."

Appearing in the doorway of the exam room WIll had chosen after a few moments spent lecturing Aksa'den while tending to the young Mon Calamari's scrapes, bruises, burns, and broken arm, Sharee shakes her head while clucking her tongue as she takes in the sight of Will's wounds and tells him, "Well, Aksa'den was right, you do look as though you've gone a round or two with an angry Wampa. Lay down," she says with a sigh as though annoyed, her concern for Will evident despite her tone, and then, after examining his wounds and assessing him for others that are not visible, begins to mend the battered Jedi Master with an artful combination of medical and, with the assistance of the Force, more mystical techniques.

"Will it do any good, Master Grynt asks in a bemused and knowing tone after she has seen to Will's wounds, gently dressing those that had not been closed completely, to tell you to take it easy on the leg, or to avoid any strenuous exercise for a few days? As glad as I am to see you, I'd rather not be treating you again tomorrow for reopening or aggravating the injuries I've worked so hard to look after. Don't make me go to Mother and have you officially put on light duty or bed rest."

Attentive enough to both the moods of her patients and the varied ways in which Force healing can be received, or in some instances resisted either instinctively or otherwise, Sharee is also old enough and possessed with a depth of experience as a healer than she can make an educated guess as to why Will's response to her ministrations may have been colored by no small amount of guarding himself, and though she does not comment on it given that she has known Will long enough to know that, historically at any rate, his reaction to any attempt on her part to prod, however well intentioned the prodding, whatever spiritual wounds he may have sustained along with his physical injuries, would not be dissimilar to the instinctive erection of barriers her Force healing had been met with, she does assume a less bantering, more gentle and open tone going forward so that it is evident to him that she is not unaware of the fact that he has been through much, and is there for him should he ever desire to set his emotional armor aside.

Lifting her hands as though in apology for having adopted a less sober tone than might have been advisable, Sharee shows no sign of having taken offense to Will's gruff reminders of his role at the academy as she says, "Forgive me, then, for having given you advice you had already been given, Will. Pleased that Will sounds intent on spending time in the company of a friend, even if Corellian ale is involved and the friend in question has not been, to her knowledge, seen at the academy in some time, rather than on brooding alone, Sharee shakes her head as she says in a mildly concerned tone, I have not seen Master Frantz recently, no. Sorry to have been the bearer of possibly disturbing news even though Mike's frequent unexplained absences are common enough that there is little reason to suppose that this latest one is any less innocuous or easily explained as those that came before it, Sharee suggests, Perhaps Moth . . . Master Roma would not be averse to joining you? Or, she tilts her head to the side as it occurs to her that Will might prefer the company of another male to that of the female Twi'lek, the latter being a close friend that Will might not want to concern with his woes where the former is not as likely to incite such concerns given that he is not quite as close to will as Master Roma so far as Sharee knows, Knight Ashton? To my knowledge he has never been one to turn from arduous tasks such as the one you have in mind."

Luon So eventually found her way to the infirmary, an effort made more difficult by the fact that she had forgotten her datapad in her quarters. Looking around, she found the nearest person who looked liked they belonged in the Infirmary and got their attention before speaking. "Excuse me, I was supposed to meet Master Hedreghar this morning for some training but I'm afraid that I have yet to meet him and am unfamiliar with who I am looking for. If you could direct me to him I would be most appreciative." Her movements were slightly less steady without her force pike to lean on, and her eyes were clear indicators of how little rest she had gotten the night before. Most damning to anyone who was trained in the Force, however, was the aura of distress, unease, and darkness that emanated from the young Kaminoan.

Luon So watched the end of the lesson silently, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she watched the long cut close itself in moments where even with bacta it would have taken hours to heal normally. Listening with rapt fascination as Hedreghar discussed the finer points of cell regeneration, she found herself wondering why her people had not tried to encourage Force sensitivity if the Force could work such miracles. Perhaps she might not have lost her legs if she had had access to Force healers she thought bitterly as the emotion edged into her aura and her lips shifted into a barely perceptible scowl. As the class filtered out, she pushed the bitterness aside and stepped forward to meet the Drall Jedi, her durasteel prosthetics clinking audibly with each graceful step. Wobbling slightly at the hips as she bent to shake the Drall's proffered hand, Luon So straightened and spoke. "Thank you Master Hedreghar. You would be correct; I am Luon So, and the pleasure is mutual. I must say that your lesson on the specifics of cellular regeneration was fascinating; I studied the basics of cellular replication and regeneration as part of my education but such specialized knowledge was saved for medical students and cloners, not geneticists. As for what Knight Flint told you that is correct; I would like to learn how to use the Force, and as a geneticist we felt that healing was likely the closest discipline to my field of expertise. I must admit to not having any formal training in the Force; I only discovered my gifts less than a month ago and had to develop what little ability I have on my own..." Her uncontrolled aura certainly lent credence to her claims of being untrained. Her present excitement was tinged with bitterness from her earlier thoughts, as well as lingering traces of the fear, uncertainty, and frustration that she had felt as a result of her nightmares during the night. None of those emotions were visible on her face or in her body language, but to a Jedi such as Hedreghar she was an open book emotionally.

Luon So stood quietly for a long moment, pondering as she thought about her gifts and experiences thus far for the first time. Finally, she spoke with a slight hesitation that betrayed her uncertainty. "...I don't know much I'm afraid. It often seems slow to respond when I call upon it, and it often helps to try and visualize the flow of energy as I gather it. It's very exhausting though; I've only used the Force a total of two times now, and that was within a short period of time..." She trailed off, thinking some more as she tried to come up with more that she knew about the Force before resuming as she resorted to more clinical lines of thought in her efforts to come up with some sort of answer. "...I mean, I am fairly well versed in the concept of midi-chlorians and how higher concentrations of the mitochondrial symbiotes have a strengthening effect on an individual's connection to the Force, but there aren't many peer-reviewed studies of that aspect of the Force and it seems that most scientists and researchers don't have much of an interest in that field. I did manage to successfully clone Midi-chlorians as part of my graduating thesis, but there aren't many clients who are interested in custom genomes featuring Force sensitivity so I haven't had much of a chance to put my thesis work into actual practice..." Her voice picked up a slight tone of excitement as she rambled on about science, betraying her emotions in a way that would have embarrassed her had she realized she was doing it.

She paused, trailing off as she realized that she had gotten distracted from what she suspected was the point of Hedreghar's question. With a quick, submissive bow of her head Luon So spoke again. "My apologies Master Hedreghar; I am sure that you are well aware of such knowledge and are instead interested in my knowledge of the more...metaphysical aspects of the Force. Unfortunately beyond what I've already mentioned there isn't much else that I know about the Force. The month since I discovered my gifts was spent dwelling on...less pleasant thoughts, and thus I haven't put much thought into my abilities..." She paused, her eyes shifting almost imperceptibly to the side in a subtle show of discomfort. Her thoughts drifted back to her nightmares the night before as she wondered if she should mention them to the Jedi. Her emotional aura shifted rapidly from the excitement that had taken over it as she spoke of her thesis to a roiling mess of fear and uncertainty as she remembered how uncomfortable she had felt as a result of the experience. 

Luon So listened intently, trying to soak up whatever she could from the small Jedi's words. As he described the Force as an energy field that connected all living things, the Kaminoan could not help but to wonder if there was any relation or interaction with the natural electro-magnetic fields which were generated by most organic lifeforms. An experiment for another time perhaps, once she had learned to better sense the Force itself. Walking over to where Master Hedreghar stood, she awkwardly tried to find a way to sit on the floor next to him, hoping to lower herself physically to his level, only to have her new prosthetics throw off her balance and cause her to drop the final meter to land on her knees with an awkward grunt. She tried to stifle the groan of pain that the shock to the joints where her durasteel legs met her hips caused, with only partial success, and winced visibly at the unpleasant sensations which resulted. Forcing a stoic expression onto her face, the young Kaminoan closed her eyes and tried to ignore the lingering pain as she tried to...how had the Jedi put it...open herself up to the Force.

Sitting there in the infirmary next to the Drall Jedi, Luon So tried to open herself up to the Force but found herself struggling. Without the distraction of vision her ears seemed to pick up every little sound around them, while her nose picked up the lingering traces of acrid cleaning chemicals mixed with the sweet scent of Bacta. The latter smell soured her mood again, sending her mind back to the unpleasant experiences which had resulted in her coming to Corellia, and for a brief moment she could have sworn that she felt a darkness as her mind dwelt on what had happened to her. As quickly as the faint sensation had entered her awareness it left again, overwhelmed by her thoughts and the sensory stimuli around her, leaving her frustrated at her inability to sense the Force around her. Opening her eyes again with a subtle sigh of annoyance, the Kaminoan glanced to Hedreghar for a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry Master Hedreghar; I'm just not feeling anything like what you described. All I am sensing are the sounds and smells around us..." She trailed off in thought, mulling over the experience she had just had, before adding to her statement. "...For a moment I felt...something...but I don't think I'd describe it as being light..."