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Post by Von Verros on Jan 11, 2014 1:49:54 GMT -8
Reaching in his bag he took out what seemed like a fruit but it was so badly bruised and old it was hardly recognizable, with his other hand he carefully brought out one of his knives and started to peel away the soft squishy peel with such ease. The skin came away easily showing that he had skill with smaller blades, once he had completely removed the outer bruised layer he looked it over to see any unwanted sides. Pleased with the fruit he started to slice them in bite size pieces, all the while Von was doing this he hadn't paid any attention to Johun offering Kulaan to come along with them. It was only after she had responded that Von took notice to the girl speak, popping the last piece of the fruit in his mouth. Von cleaned his blade off all the while he was keeping constant eye contact with the girl. She had to be a year or two younger than him, with that Von paid no attention to the fact that she agreed to come. Slipping in his index finger on his left hand into the ring that was connected to the blade and started to spin the blade around his index finger as he spoke.
Now I can understand why I am going with you, you see me as a basket case and perhaps you can alter my way of thinking. Which don't get me wrong is true in some sorts I am curious to see what you have to offer me. But What I want to know is how can you asses someones skill and worthiness based on a few simple words and body language. From what I can tell she is kinda of mousy for a cat. Von paused for a moment and then smiled to himself as he laughed at the irony in what he said.She doesn't seem to have a backbone let alone the drive to survive. Now I gathered in how you fought and by your eyes that you have been in a situtaion where the very outcome of your life was based on single action or a series of actions just so you could live another day. But her...I don't see it, she seem like more of a hassle and waste of time then she deserves at this point in time. I mean at the most give her some training and then put her in a life threatening situation and see if she can handle herself. If she dies then it only shows you that she wasn't worthy, but if she lives then she will be that much stronger and might even be able to do something she wasn't capable of doing before. Then again I'm just a 16 year old kid who has basically no morals or any care for what is the ideal way of doing things. Not to mention the fact that I am probably so psychologically screwed up that the idea of having to kill someone to survive wouldn't even faze me. SoVon turned his head and finished his sentence so that he made it clear that the last part was meant for her. apart from Johun and myself, apart from what most consider is right and wrong. How far would you go to make sure that your last breath wouldn't be your last breath. If you had only one chance of surviving to save yourself and breath another day would you take it. Even if that meant killing someone close to you. Or at the very least have to kill someone.
Von clenched his right hand, though it was behind him and away from her gaze he knew Johun would see it. He just hoped he wouldn't point it out, for Von had to kill what was most cherished by him just so he could survive. Thinking about the Tuk'ata that had watched over him as he grew up started make his knees go weak. But he forced that feeling down and reinforced himself with the feeling of knowing that what he did made it so he could be here today.
Von couldn't be around these two at the moment and seeing that she had to finish up something before they left this would give him time to cool and calm himself down. Lifting up his right hand to Johun as a motion to say he was off for a while. Walking past the girl he spoke so only she would hear.Find me when your done with what you need to do. I want a word with you alone and away from Johun.And with that Von walked away in the distance towards what would be the base doors to lead out. He was going to have a look around.
You know how to find me Johun just follow my swords whispers.his words faded out along with the sound of his shoes against the ground..then silence and he was gone.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jan 11, 2014 7:33:10 GMT -8
Johun nodded to Kulaan as she spoke of needing to finish some business. Johun was stoic, keeping his emotions in check, showing neither excitement at Kulaan's acceptance, nor anger at Von's abrasiveness. He sensed much anger and fear in Von, even if he didn't want to admit it. In Kulaan he sensed peace and curiosity. They might be good together one day. Each providing for the other what the other didn't have.
Not everything is as it seems Von. Within each of us resides great potential, to do great good, or great evil. Kulaan may one day save your life, or take it. Until then, we must respect each other's potential. Now, my shuttle the Libero is in the hangar. It leaves in 5 hours for Corellia, with or without one or both of you. Be on it.
With that Johun left them to handle their business. Johun would teach them discipline and responsibility. These were key components in being a Jedi. Johun left for the hangar and the Libero, trusting they would be there in due time.
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Post by Kulaan on Jan 11, 2014 10:45:53 GMT -8
*She was about to turn to leave when she noticed Von was looking at her. It looked like he was sizing her up again. He spoke as he started playing with his knife. Her smile dropped and she crossed her arms looking at Von wondering what he was going to say. He figured her to be a spineless coward, not to surprising she didn't have an imposing figure like he did, nor did she radiate much self confidence. However when he turned back to her, his indirect question showed how little he knew about the Jedi ways. However as she was about to respond he started walking forward to go past her, in passing telling her to find him when she was done. She watched him leave with a slight curious expression on her face again. She looked for a minute before turning back to Johun.*
Well... hes and interesting character. *She said unfolding her arms now that Von had left* I probably wont be too long, just the few necessities to arrange before leaving. *She gave a short bow before heading to the door to make her arrangements, her excitement starting to brew again. *
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Post by Panno on Mar 2, 2014 9:32:59 GMT -8
The doors to the medical facility burst open as several injured Jedi rushed into the peaceful place. On a fairly was the most injured of all the people, neither Jedi nor Sith but an Imperial Knight. His wounds weren't obvious either for they weren't on the outside but something in his mind. As the lesser people left three Jedi stood over Panno their eyes closed and their arms outstretched all their lips moving in unison like a silent chant. In fact they were the healers, going over their knowledge of humanoid physiology to try and fix what was wrong. Eventually they had to quit and leave him there to solve the problem on his own.
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Post by Giannah Kaye on Mar 17, 2014 14:16:48 GMT -8
The dead lie under sheets, and I ask the Chief Healer to point me to Master Chamra's body. I want to pay my last respects now, because I know I won't be able to bear to attend the funeral. As I take one last look at his face, I silently thank him and hold back the tears. There will be time for that later. "What's become of the visiting Knight?" I ask, "the woman the Sith attacked first?"
The Healer nods toward a long, black cylinder against one wall, which I immediately recognize as an environment-controlled coffin for transporting a body. He explains that she will be returned to the Corellian Academy to be laid to rest. Impulsively, I ask, "May I take her there?" With a glance down at Master Chamra, I add, "I need some time away from Felucia."
After looking at me for a long moment, the Chief Healer agrees, as long as I'm willing to leave immediately. I tell him I am.
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Post by Zemear on Oct 13, 2014 11:42:15 GMT -8
(At some point somewhere in some plotline)
The force wasn't suppose to look like that. If he'd ever seen any pictures of the force in a book, it would never look like that. The round orb of shifting black and white meshed together into a hazy gray, a single color, an equal sphere. Perhaps before, Zemear may have thought the force was all black and wicked. Now he saw the truth. Light and dark vying for dominance. Endless ruptures between the two sides, ever locked in an endless battle, where only innocent bystanders got truly injured. And he, Zemear, a defender, could not protect them all.
But right now, this strange hazy ball in front of him, this completely foreign illustration of the force seemed so wrong, but felt completely correct. Was it really just a power source to be used as Man dictated? or....was it, perhaps, the other way around. Why was his battered, drunk mind showing him philosophical images anyway? Why couldn't he ever fall asleep in a medical facility without his dreams being some logic lesson or ethics class? Everyone else told him of how black sedation was. For Zemear, it was anything but.
Razor sharp talons ripped the orb in two. Images became hazy. Sounds clashed together. A golden beast peered at Zemear, as if into his very heart. It's gaze was a devouring one. It's eyes hungry for what ever energy they could find to feed on. In reality, Zemear's body jerked defensibly. His massive hand shot out and gripped the metallic railing lining his medical bed, crushing it into a twisted jagged line of what it once was.
But suddenly, his own personal safety took a back seat. Another presence flitted before his dream scape. Morgan's fleeing figure shot past him. The beast chasing her, and everything else was suddenly swallowed up in a blinding flash of white hot light. Zemear felt sure his very skin had been scorched by his own mind's delusions. Regardless to what he thought was happening in reality, his mouth opened. A word formed and released itself. For one of the few times, Zemear's ragged, ill practiced voice filled the room.
Morgan!
The Epikanthix' eyes shot opened and he sat bolt upright. Dilated irises frantically jerked this way and that, desperately looking for something to write on, some way to communicate. Tom and his mother were almost invisible to him. He relinquished his grasp on the poor railing and attempted to stand, absolutely fruitlessly. Because, even if he couldn't save everyone, he could, at least, make a difference in one life.
Neera Jolted beside Tom when her son gripped the railing. She even gasped in shock when her boy spoke. But she stood to her feet to attempt to catch Zemear as he sat upright and attempted to escape the bed. What in the world was wrong with him? Try as she might, her calming words flung themselves at a deaf patient. Tom might be use to his student's fanaticism, but his mother certainly wasn't.
Zemear.... It's ok... It was just a dream....just a dream.
And Tom might certainly be more understanding of force visions, something Zemear had often, where his mother was utterly clueless. Regardless, Neera's desire to calm her child only could be blamed on her position as a mother. Which was alright, most of the time.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 13, 2014 12:41:01 GMT -8
*Tom remained beside Neera as they waited for any change in Zemear's condition, Tom with his arms folded in a pensive posture, his mind both here and elsewhere. Zemear's family had been through some turmoil in the past, and again now, with the revelation that the twins were the offspring not of a kind and caring man, but of a Sith. Who had fled and was at large in the galaxy now, and was now a concern, should he want to return to reclaim his family. The only benefit to all of this? The boys had finally been reunited with their mother.
But he could understand if that joyous fact was overshadowed by the dark truth, which seemed to be the case within Zemear, as Tom could sense the boy's inner turmoil as he rested under sedation; clearly this was not to be a peaceful recovery. He frowned, his mustache curling downward as he let out a sigh. This boy's entire life had been rough, but never had he cracked. Would this new fact be too much to bear? Tom couldn't allow it to be. Nor would his mother, he was sure of that.
But then Zemear began to jolt and gripped the metal railing beside his bed, strong enough to crush it. Tom looked up, unfolding his arms and walking closer to the bedside, not afraid of potentially being lashed at. Then Zemear said a name fearfully. Morgan's name. It gave Tom pause, even as Zemear bolted upright and his mother came to his side in an attempt to calm him and steady him. Zemear clearly had a vision and it had involved Morgan. Come to think of it, where was the child right now? He couldn't sense her ont he world. Where had she gone? Was she in danger? Why had Zemear called her name?
Tom collected his composure and stared down at Zemear, concern on his expression. For both the boy and for Morgan.*
Zemear...
*He paused, glancing around the room. The datapad, within Zemear's normal clothing. He searched them quickly, locating the device, before turning back to Zemear, holding it out to the boy with a serious expression.*
... what's wrong with Morgan?
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Post by Zemear on Oct 13, 2014 13:56:26 GMT -8
Without pause, the boy grabbed the datapad from Tom's offering hands, and as if that was the only thing he wanted in the world, Zemear calmed almost at once, and sat back down on the medical bed. His fingers moved quickly, expertly over the keys and within seconds, he'd offered the device back to his Master.
: Dagobah
48: 752: 83.
I am coming with you:
He didn't feel like he needed to explain. Tom had asked him a clear question. Zemear had given him a clear answer. The sooner they could leave, the better. The boy stood once again, this time, much slower and with great care, using his mother for support. There, he'd made her happy he supposed, by allowing her to help him. If the statement at the end of his message to Tom could have had a voice, it would have been the kind of voice that had no chance of being changed. Zemear was going, regardless of clearance from doctors or otherwise. As if to punctuate his meaning, Zemear nodded to them and started to make his way toward the exit of his room.
This, of course, distressed Neera. Her son was in no condition to leave the med bay. Try as she might, she couldn't hold him back. When he wanted to do something, Zemear was a force to be reckoned with. Almost in desperation, the woman turned to Tom.
What did he say to you? Where is he going?
In a strange way, she felt hurt. She'd been so far removed from her children's lives, that now, this man, who she still didn't know too well, had a deeper connection with her son than she could ever have. The notion made her let go, and look away from the both of them. Who was this Morgan? Was she so important that her very thought caused her boy to speak?
Fighting against her instinct, Neera figured that there was a larger picture here, and Zemear had always been the one to help her see that. Cold acceptance began to settle in her mind. Things were different now. Best to make the most of it. At least her boys were safe, for the most part. At least, she'd not lost all of them.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 13, 2014 17:09:28 GMT -8
*Zemear wasted no time in taking the datapad from Tom and tapping out his message. Tom's hand didn't move even after the datapad was taken save for to uncurl the fingers for when Zemear inevitably returned it with the message written down. He barely had to wait a few seconds before this happened and Tom clenched the datapad, holding it up so he could read it. The planet "Dagobah" was written, along with coordinates. It was amazing that he had been able to conjure this information so quickly, despite Tom's awareness that the Force was capable of stranger things.
Normally, this would be all the info he would have needed. He would have taken it and gone on his own to investigate. But it was the added line at the bottom, the one that, even in text, Tom could fully understand the tone of the message: He wouldn't take no for an answer, recuperation or not. Zemear already wasn't giving him room for argument, having stood to his feet by the time Tom had finished reading the message and beginning to depart the medical facilities. Tom supposed there was no helping it, and if Morgan truly was in danger, attempting to argue the point would only waste precious time.
"What did he say to you?" the mother asked him. "Where is he going?" She was understandably distressed, what mother wouldn't be at a time like this? All Tom could do was put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly and look her in the eye—both actions that required some slight effort considering her height—as he gave a simple explanation.*
Someone very dear to him... to both of us, may be in danger. We are going to retrieve her. Wait here. Rest. You've been through quite the ordeal as well.
*That said, he removed his hand from her shoulder and used it to collect Zemear's gear, gear he was certain he would desire, and quickly caught up to the boy, their goal no doubt the hangar...*
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 27, 2014 20:17:14 GMT -8
*The day had finally come. It had been only a little over a year since Aerandir and Cassie's wedding, but the happy couple wasted no time in preparing for their next child. The months of pregnancy for Cassie weren't easy ones, though she did her best to soothe and calm herself using Jedi meditation techniques, but they were not always effective. Even Aerandir had lent his efforts whenever he could, but sometimes, the side effects of pregnancy were beyond the will of anything, even the Force. But when time allowed it, they made beautiful moments, speaking to the developing fetus, even sending calming, loving waves through the Force; sometimes, it felt like there was a small attempt at a touch in return, something that was met with excitement from both parents.
It was not, of course, their first child, nor their first experience with pregnancy, but Kayla's gestation and birth had happened more than eight years ago; while neither parent, especially not Cassie, could completely forget the experience, eight years was still plenty of time to forget about the... finer moments of pregnancy, buried behind the happier memories. Granted, Kayla's conception had been somewhat unexpected, then again, so was the spontaneous moment that led to it. Aerandir's only regret at the time was that they hadn't been able to raise Kayla together, as a steady family, and occasionally had wondered if he should have taken Cassie's hand in marriage then. But she hadn't been ready, and in hindsight it was best that he did not rush into marriage.
Although considering where they were now, it may not have been a bad idea.
With their newest addition to this world, they wouldn't repeat that mistake. If he could call it a mistake; Kayla had turned out just fine so far, and had always been quite the active and joyful child. Regardless, he was ready to raise his first child as part of a true father and mother team.
Now if they could just make it through the childbirth part.
This neither of them could forget. The stress, the pain, the focus, the effort, and resisting the urge to swear; Aerandir was pretty sure Cassie's discipline was the only thing preventing the latter. He was on hand, of course, doing his best to support her, both hands holding one of hers, sending calming and soothing waves of comfort to her. He was pretty sure it was only marginally working. One-Bee, Ambar's meddroid, was also present, along with a midwife and a doctor, both healers, attempting to ensure the smoothest possible childbirth.
Everyone romanticized childbirth as some beautiful thing, especially in the holovids: Perfectly clean month-old babies born to smiling, well-groomed parents. In reality, childbirth was gross. Not that Aerandir would say such a thing in front of Cassie at that moment... or ever. Besides, once it was over, it was the result that mattered, a healthy child to love and raise and teach.
But they were in the final stages now, One-Bee monitoring her vitals and the healers being supportive and coaching her through the final steps. Aerandir himself gave some encouragement, "You can do it," "Our child's almost here," and similar phrases. Cassie was either grateful for their support or wanted to tell them to shut up; her feelings were unknown, hidden behind the pain and pressure of getting this damn thing over with.
Then finally, all was said and done. The baby was delivered, Aerandir cut the umbilical cord, and she was given a quick clean- and check-up as her first cries were heard by those present. Then at last, as she was pronounced healthy, she was given to her mother, still ragged and attempting to calm herself down, to hold. This was the moment that made it all worth it, that small, tiny figure, full of life, that would grow and learn and develop. She was quite active, squirming her little arms and legs, then opening her hazel eyes, looking about until they found the faces of both of her parents smiling down at her. She stopped moving for a moment, staring at them silently and intently, then she smiled widely, squirming once more happily, eliciting soft laughter from her parents.*
What is her name?
*Aerandir and Cassie exchanged a look, as though silently asking which of them would give her name. Cassie then nodded to him, and Aerandir smiled at the doctor.*
Lucina. Lucina Rose.
*Her name given and documented, little Lucina was given to her father to hold, while the healers and One-Bee tended to Cassie for a moment. The father cradled his child and spoke a soft blessing to her.*
May the Force guide this child, may she flourish.
*When things finally calmed down, their family was allowed to visit. Kayla was easily the most excited, unable to sit still or be further than a couple feet away from the child. She was eager to play with her new baby sister as soon as possible, and was also ecstatic about no longer being the "baby" of the family. Morgan too was also quite excited, having a fondness of babies and wanting to hold her new baby sister. Michelle absolutely fawned over her new niece, as did Annabelle, who didn't hesitate to offer her aid in taking care of the baby if they ever needed it, something Aerandir acknowledged with a laugh. Jake seemed excited, though perhaps a little unsure how to react to a newborn baby; he did offer a gentle kiss on the temple, which was sweet. Bix had refused to miss out on seeing his best friend's newborn and was also there, along with Shells, who was surprisingly calm and appreciative of the new life, lacking in any wisecracks. Tom himself had also arrived, which was no surprise, and he was given the honor of being the first other than the parents to hold the child, which he did so lovingly and with care, smiling at her as he too spoke a blessing.*
May this child be given the Force's greatest care, may she never lose her way.
*He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, though she seemed to squirm a bit at the touch of his mustache, which elicited a few chuckles and giggles. Everyone was then given a chance to hold Lucina and bond with the new addition to their family, even Kayla, with close supervision from her father; surprisingly, she was quite gentle with her, and quite sweet, expressing how she couldn't wait until Lucina was bigger so they could play together lots. Morgan nuzzled her, eager to watch her grow and help take care of her, though questioned her willingness to change any diapers. Jake had already given her a kiss, so he merely held her a moment, expressed his gladness that she was his sister too, and turned her over to Michelle and Annabelle, who again both fawned over her. Ambar, of course, was not one to miss out, nor Samantha and Baylee, and Ambar too held the child and spoke a blessing, albeit perhaps a little more rough one.*
Grow strong, kid. ... don't screw up like I did.
*The visitors stayed as long as they could, but eventually they had to be ushered back into the base so they could ensure that both mother and child were healthy and ready to leave the infirmary. Fortunately it didn't take very long, especially with the help of advanced healing of both the medical and spiritual variety, and the couple were allowed to take Lucina home. It was the start of a brand new life, one they would cherish and nurture above and beyond the best of their ability.*
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Apr 19, 2015 20:44:47 GMT -8
*Aerandir led the Cerean Jedi Knight from the dormitories through the halls of the base toward the medical facilities with Bix behind him. The headmaster took some time to point out the various points of interest along the way and explain them as well before reaching the medical facilities themselves. Gesturing around, he explained,* "A lot of care has gone into this place, probably the most, honestly. Medical care is quite important on this world, especially with its many bacteria and potential diseases and illnesses that can befall someone. We do our best to inoculate long-term residents with known vaccines, but we can't cover everything, though we do have cures for all known illnesses the planet can afflict.
"Of course, that's not all that can happen, what with the beasts of the wilderness. And other potential training accidents, but we're all familiar with those. But we keep a good stock of instruments and healing aides, as well as medical droids. There's even a cloning facility back there," *he gestured towards the rear of the facilities,* "capable of creating a full clone, or, more often, cloned organs for transplants." *He then gestured with both hands, encompassing the entire facility and smiling.* "We have Master Raven Alora to thank for securing the base with such high-end utilities."
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Apr 26, 2015 17:08:14 GMT -8
He followed Aerandir and Bix to the medical facilities. As they made their way through the various hallways and rooms, Raimundo took in every image and detail, his photographic memory storing it deep in his mind, memorizing the layout of the Jedi Base. Not to much longer and the Cerean found himself standing in the medical facility, his ears taking in the words of the Jedi master next to him.*
*The facility was well maintained and fascinatingly equipped. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene.
"This is quite an impressive facility you run here, Aerandir." He smiled, "You are very fortunate to see it empty and rarely occupied. Master Alora's care and devotion to this place is well noticed."
His hand acknowledged the cloning part of the facility, "I've never had experience with cloning but I'm most intrigued in the process and procedures."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on May 7, 2015 22:18:10 GMT -8
*Aerandir only nodded at the compliment to the facility, feeling unfit to accept it personally. He could at least agree that seeing it mostly empty most of the time was fortunate. When Knight Darkwater complimented Raven's care and devotion to the place, Aerandir nodded again, this time with a smile; wherever Master Alora was right now, he wished her the best and hoped for a safe return sooner rather than later.
Knight Darkwater seemed interested in the cloning facilities and how they operated, so Aerandir lifted a hand, gesturing him to follow, as he headed back that way, Bix following.* "The facility's been here since before I came here," *Aerandir explained as he led them.* "I'd never had use for it yet myself, but we've occasionally had clones made, and of course cloned organs for transplant as I mentioned." *There was a certain other cloning incident Aerandir was familiar with and very close to, but he kept that tale to himself, a small smirk the only indication he had even thought of it.
They entered the cloning facilities, a large, two-story facility, with an adjacent conference room. This Aerandir gestured to first.* "Here, more complex cloning plans can be discussed further, such as if one is making orders, discussing payment, and all that." *Then he gestured to the rest of the facility, at the machinery, the cloning pods of various shapes and size, and all else that was contained within.* "And here's the cloning facility itself. All equipment is high-tech and functional. It may not be as advanced as, say, the facilities on Kamino, but they're more than serviceable. Besides, Kamino works on it more than we do. We have technicians who know what they're doing and then some, though, so I'd say we're doing just fine."
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Jun 3, 2015 20:44:37 GMT -8
Raimundo's eyes took in everything that was before him as he listened to Aerandir's words. He truly was intrigued and hoped he would soon be able to learn the process of cloning organs for transplants: it would serve as yet another tool in his line of work. The Cerean remained silent as Aerandir finished, but acknowledged him with a curt nod of his conical head. Yes, it seemed they were doing just fine indeed.*
*His limbs ached from the long travels from Corellia and he longed to sleep in his new bed, falling asleep to the view of the Felucian landscape from his window. The relaxing comforts of the refresher were beginning to wear off as fatigue spread through the Cerean's body.
"If you would pardon me, Raimundo bowed low to Aerandir, "I will be retiring to my quarters. It seems that my body is unable to stave off the fatigue any longer. I want to thank you again for your warm welcome, Aerandir. And you too, Bix. I bid you goodnight."
And then the Cerean made his leave, backtracking to his quarters, the layout of the Jedi Base already etched into his memory.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 15, 2015 21:50:15 GMT -8
*It could have been an odder way to give someone a tour of the Jedi Base, but Aerandir didn't have much of a choice; with Eliana sedated and needing to be delivered to the medical facilities, by his side was now a much safer place for Mina to be. That, and he didn't want to leave her alone in the hangar, in a strange location, with no one she knew. Not that she really knew Aerandir, but she knew him far more than anyone else in the base.
Of course, he had first assured Mina that the sedated girl with the multicolored hair would be fine, but he still felt a little sorry that she had to be faced with such things so soon after rescue from a Sith prison. Better than witnessing him and Hapan soldiers killing Sith, he supposed...* "I promise, soon we'll be able to sit down and relax a bit, and let you learn more about your new home," *he'd assured her, all the while pointing out various points of interest within the base.
It was the dining area she'd seemed to take interest in. Right, she hadn't had a real meal in... Aerandir didn't even want to guess how long.* "Michelle, would you go get some food for Mina and meet up with us in the medical facility? Good, healthy food. And if they give you trouble, tell them you're acting on orders from the headmaster."
*He winked at her and she smiled as she nodded and replied with,* "Got it, sir," *and giving a mock salute before turning and heading into the dining area. Mina looked after her perhaps a bit longingly, but she also felt grateful; food was clearly something she'd wanted, along with comfort, but she didn't want to abandon Aerandir either, so this was a nice compromise.
He and Mina continued onward until reaching the medical facilities, Mina completely captivated with the large facility that lay before them. Aerandir explained the situation to the receptionist, and it didn't take long before Elly was moved to her own room, placed on a bed and tended to by the medical staff, mainly her left eye, as requested by Adelle. Aerandir remained outside, pulling up three chairs nearby for himself, Mina, and Michelle, when she returned.
He took the middle seat, Mina climbing up into the seat on his left. Smiling down at her, he said,* "I'm sorry about this. I was expecting these people but I didn't think they'd show up right after I got back. If I had my way, you would've had some good food and even a place to get some good rest by now."
*She looked up at him, her green eyes studying his face. She definitely seemed far more at ease now that they were away from the hustle and bustle in the hangar, and was sitting still for once. Well, besides on a ship of some kind. After a moment, her response came in the form of an almost-whisper.* "It's okay..."
*She trailed off, as though wanting to say more but not knowing how to express it. He chuckled softly, almost instinctively reaching to run his hands through her hair before stopping himself; she wasn't his child.* "The days aren't normally this crazy, I swear. When we both get some time to rest, I'll show you around the base more properly, and teach you more about the Force and how to be a Jedi."
*This notion seemed to please her, but still she did not put on a genuine smile. He would break that soon, he hoped; all children needed to smile, but she just needed time.
It hadn't taken long for Michelle to arrive with Mina's food, which she cheerily and politely offered to the girl. Again, Mina wore one of those almost-smiles and, almost voraciously, began to eat. So much so that Aerandir had to urge her to slow down lest she hurt her stomach.* "I know you're aching for some good food, but if you eat too fast, you'll ache for real!" *Fortunately, she took the warning to heart and ate a slightly-faster-than-casual pace, which he allowed. Couldn't contain all of her eagerness, he supposed.
And now, to wait. For someone to see Eliana, for a report from the medics, whichever came first. He supposed he could help Mina learn more about each other when she was finished eating, as well, but until he had more information, he wasn't going to leave Eliana unattended.
Eliana Shan... Shan... Wait. Lanette Shan Terr... And come to think of it, there had been something familiar about her facial structure... There was a connection. Had to be. Her creator... ?*
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Dec 16, 2015 20:32:56 GMT -8
Soft footfalls heralded her coming to the wing housing the medical facilities. While not directly attached, Aerandir had officially given her the office space just off of the facilities; the one she'd used years ago, when a very sick young woman and a droid landed, smelling of rain. Kent still mumbled and cried, whimpering in her arms. Adelle held her firmly, keeping her movements restricted. She had no patience for hysterics or any more physical shenanigans. Her barefeet padded along the duracrete floor while Morgan had to trot to keep up. A silver plate bearing her name flashed as she approached the familiar door. Without so much as a sound, the door opened at her approach. Sometimes, being a former human experiment had its perks. She crossed through the empty waiting room, hard duracrete giving way to plush carpets, into her office proper. On one side an examination table sat, able to be transformed into a gurney at a moment's notice. On the other side two chairs faced each other, a blanket draped across one. A large window at the back let in a lot of natural light, illuminating the almost-hidden cabinets built into the walls. Since Na'an's treatment in these very rooms, Adelle had made several adjustments to improve the mental well-being of those that sought her out. And while they weren't—and never were—on speaking terms, her father had showed newfound support by supplying her with the credits necessary. A huge cut in his pay, no doubt.
Deftly, she transferred Kent into the chair with the blanket, wrapping it around her. She moved to one of the walls and pulled out a cabinet, reaching inside and pulling out a small tank and oxygen mask. Kent trembled in the chair, wide-eyed, looking around wildly as tears spilled from her eyes. She couldn't form anymore words, her breathing far too shallow. Adelle placed the oxygen mask over Kent's nose and mouth, securing the seal before adjusting the strap. The tank she left sitting on the floor next to the chair, dormant as ever. There'd been an old wives' tale she'd heard before, about letting people who panicked like this breathe into a flimsiplast bag. The carbon dioxide would force the victim to take deeper and slower breaths, calming down the heart rate. Adelle sat in the opposite chair, crossing her ankles, and waited for Kent to resume a normal breathing pace. The air in her office, a little stale for not having been recycled, smelled warm and inviting. It'd taken her a good while to hunt down a scent that would be acceptable to a wide range of cultures and people, but she thought she really found a winner with this one. It certainly helped put her at ease. When Kent took deeper breaths, Adelle removed the air-tight mask from her face and knelt in front of her. On the way over, the girl had cried about not remembering anything. The shock of the mental assault and the subsequent panic more than likely created a mental block that would keep her from remembering, simply because she was afraid she couldn't.
"Focus on some part of me," she said. "Study it. Learn it. Know its shape. And breathe with me. In. And out." She raised a hand and touched her fingertips to Kent's forehead, travelling through skin, bone, meninges, through the neurons firing wildly. The block sat like a knot in the middle of everything, congesting her thought processes and sending false signals. With slow, methodical movements, she untangled the block, letting the flow of thought move freely once more. Adelle inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, removing her fingers from Kent.
"Better?" she asked.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Dec 16, 2015 21:21:34 GMT -8
*Morgan had been exceedingly grateful when Mama had heeded her plea, taking up the girl and beckoning Morgan to follow. Morgan happily did so, but was admittedly a little jealous, wishing she were the one in Mama's arms. But there was duty to fulfill right now, and Morgan was forced to accept this, quietly following along, bare feet pattering on the ground as she kept up with her mama.
When they reached the medical facilities, it hadn't been hard to spot her daddy, sitting with Mina and Michelle outside one of the rooms. He noticed them and had almost stood before quickly realizing they weren't coming to relieve him, but nevertheless regarded Adelle with a nod and offered Morgan a smile. Mina had a plate of food, but had stopped and stared at them with curious, perhaps concerned eyes as they headed for a different area of the medical facilities. Morgan offered them all a smile before returning her attention to Mama's back, following her into her office.
Some relative quiet... other than the girl's whimpering. Passing close by the dining area and seeing Mina with food had reminded Morgan that she hadn't eaten in a few hours. She should've stopped to eat, but she also didn't want to leave her mama's side now that she was finally home. If only they could have exchanged a proper greeting by now...
While Mama dealt with the girl, Morgan went to a cabinet in the corner. She'd a while ago planted a packet of cookies in here, just in case, and, while it wasn't real food, she needed something right now. Better than ration bars... She closed the cabinet door and went to the examination table, crouching slightly before hopping up, turning in midair and landing in a seated position upon the edge, using one hand to brace her. Once she had control of her balance, she opened the packet and reached within, then she hissed, hand retreating when her blisters brushed across the packaging within.
She turned her palm towards her face and splayed her fingers, examining her blisters. Her emerald eyes then fell toward the glowing whip wrapped about her.* "Worth it," *she whispered, more carefully reaching inside the packet again, wincing slightly as she unsuccessfully avoided pain, then pulled out a cookie and nibbled on it as she watched her mama work.*
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Post by Kent on Dec 16, 2015 22:50:42 GMT -8
Her breathing slowed, and calm took hold again. She was here, alive and well. She begain to replay past events and everything seemed to be there. She was remembering. She couldnt go through it all. 11 some years of memories would take a long time, but what she did go back to find was there. She focused on the moment in the ship where she felt cared for by Na'an and Leigh. The feelings everything from that moment was still there. It all seemed to be there, and it at least seemed right.
Better... Thank you, Adelle...She let the name hang there, 99% sure that was the right name. But she was still somewhat afraid that she had lost everything.
What... Was that? I have never not remembered something... I tried to and I couldn't make my head remember it. I couldn't focus... It was so much! How did you not experience it? Or was it just against me?
She began to rebuild her defenses, worried that someone was after her now. She looked around taking in all of her surroundings quickly.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Dec 27, 2015 20:47:17 GMT -8
Adelle didn't answer her. Not at first. She pushed herself to her feet and regarded Kent for a moment. Fear, anxiety, doubt, self-centricity. Without warning, she cuffed the girl lightly on the side of her head. Not to be cruel or harsh but to snap her mind to the present. The what is and not what if. Na'an had mentioned the girl was a quick thinker, intelligent, if a little jumpy. Adelle folded her arms across her chest, gathering what strength she still had and bracing herself for a fight. Intelligent or not, no one liked to be hit and Adelle got the feeling this girl had a proud streak.
"Don't flatter yourself," she said, walking over to Morgan. "No matter how good your mnemonic powers are, there will always be someone else. Someone better. Calm the kriff down." Carefully, she took one of Morgan's hands in hers, having felt her own burn through secondary channels. All along Morgan's fingertips, white blisters bubbled under skin rubbed red and raw. Adelle looked up at Morgan's eyes with a silent question on her face then moved to another cabinet. Blisters were a simple matter; bandages and antibiotic ointment would quickly remedy this, so long as Morgan didn't do anything to pop or aggravate the blisters. Her fingers clumsily worked with the bandages and ointment, lagging as she felt the call of sleep. Adelle blinked hard and opened her eyes wide, trying to stave off her drowsiness. She still had one last piece of business. Morgan's hands having been tended to, she pulled a datapad from the examination table and tapped in a message. She looked over the edge of the device at Kent.
"Go to the dining hall. It's back the way we came. When you get there, look for a giant black wookiee and tell her your name." Adelle set the datapad aside and helped Morgan hop down. "She'll take care of you. And we're done here."
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Dec 27, 2015 21:38:19 GMT -8
*Morgan watched as the girl—whose name she still hadn't caught—seemed to calm down, addressing Mama as "Adelle." That name was still so foreign to Morgan, and not just because she referred to her as "Mama" now; before then, "Kory" was all she had ever known. But at least the girl was alright, although still uncertain of herself, still shaken from the psychic shock from the occupant of the shuttle.
Morgan was a bit surprised to see Mama hit the girl, even jumping a bit on the table. It wasn't a cruel hit, but it was still sudden. Morgan had been lectured sternly before, but never hit... Now she had even less desire to ever be disobedient. Mama then approached her, giving a not-quite-similar lecture to the girl, complete with a swear. Not that Morgan minded, especially when Mama took her hand. She winced slightly, but she was otherwise nothing but happy for this contact at last. It wasn't much, but any time Mama was away was long enough for Morgan to desire her company and her touch once more.
As her mama examined her blisters, she gave Morgan a silent question with her eyes. Morgan sat up a little straighter, a grin starting to grow on her face, but, with a glance at the other girl, she quickly realized that now was not the time to brag about her whip. Later, but she still gave the leather strand coiled about her a nod, answering softly,* "I made this." *The rest of the story could come later, but she for now let her hands be tended to, grateful for this aid. Hurriedly she finished the cookie in her other hand, wiping it against her Felucian dress so that it could be tended to as well.* "Ow!" *she hissed as she foolishly had forgotten about the blisters once more.
Once they were tended to—and they felt better already—Mama tapped something out on a datapad before setting it down. Instinctively, Morgan took a glance at it, but pried her eyes away quickly, not wanting to be scolded for a possible invasion of privacy. Mama then addressed the girl again, telling her to meet a Wookiee in the dining hall and announcing they were "done here" as she helped Morgan hop down. Not that Morgan needed the help, but she was again grateful for her company, landing neatly on her feet and slipping her now-bandaged hand into one of her mama's.
Morgan was very curious about this girl... but at the same time, she was more interested in catching up with her mama. She also felt a little uncharacteristically tired... Mama had been very obviously weary, so perhaps she was taking some of that in as well. Coupled with the events in the hangar and the long journey from the village back home, it was no wonder she allowed herself to feel a little tired...*
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