Emergency Room Hangar Bay/Casualty Reception Area

Lyssa watched and listened as the Mando took off his helmet and being to speak. His explanation of how he came to find Meony didn't really help Lyssa deduct what had happened to the girl other than the fact that it sounded like she may have been tortured and/or experimented on. Which would explain the severe degree of the wounds. He spoke of the "Moon Goddess" guiding him to Meony and Lyssa wasn't quite sure what to make of that. It could've been the Force at work, since he seemed to be Force sensitive, or this goddess could've just been part of his own mind. Glancing back to the girl, Lyssa was contemplative for a moment before she heard one of the droids chattering about the missing pinky finger on Meony's left hand. Casting a quick look at the Mando, she turned and inspected the hand again, noting that there was the tiniest of growths right in the middle of the stub of where the finger once was. The growth was no bigger than a tiny wart at the moment but it definitely wasn't there when they first examined the girl. Lyssa chewed the inside of her lip as she looked more closely at the stub and gently ran her fingertip over it. Straightening up again, she smiled before speaking to the Mando and the droid.

"It looks like the finger may be growing back again. With her healing abilities it's quite possible for it to do so. If that's the case, then it should be fully regrown in about a standard week, I'd say. I would like to keep her here at the med center during that time to monitor the progress of her other injuries also. We'll slowly take her off the immuno-suppression drugs over the next twenty four to forty eight hours to let her natural abilities take over and finish the healing process, though we'll keep the basic I.V. solution for a little while so she gets the nutrition her body needs until she can eat on her own again."

She met the Mandos amber gaze with her own hazel one and thought he looked a little weary. She knew she should probably feel threatened by a full beskar'gammed Mando standing in front of her given the fact that the Mando's were at war with nearly the whole damn galaxy, namely Forcelings, but oddly enough she wasn't....but then again not much actually scared her anymore after centuries of seeing war after war and the death and destruction left behind in their wake. Though, if she was correct about him being a Forceling himself, then that might explain why he didn't seem to be involved in the war at the moment and wasn't trying to kill every other Forceling in the hangar. Raising an eyebrow, she titled her head to the side a little and spoke again.

"I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm Dr. Lyssa Ramaela. And while I know Meony from her past visit, and that you're obviously Mandalorian, I don't know your name." She held his gaze, with a thoughtful look on her face, while the med droids prepped Meony for a move to a private room.

Zion watched as Gunter got off the bed before making his way out of the room and into the main hangar, he then followed close behind as the yoda like creature spoke of sharing knowledge that went beyond the depths of the brewing war and stated he needed to be brought up to date with current events. Zion then chuckled as Gunter asked to meet with the Master of the Jedi here, which just only two hours past had become him
=Zion Morviael=
Well my friend, I'm afraid that I am once again the answer to your question. I have been appointed as Master of the Jedi Temple here just a couple hours ago. Perhaps it would be wise of us to retire to the temple to discuss these matters further, would you not agree? I am just about to head there myself...
He then motioned towards his Barloz class Heavy Freighter which was sitting halfway along the far wall of the hangar from where they were currently standing. He really did need to name the ship, but had so far not owned her long enough to come up with something that suited her, but he had a couple names kicking around already that may prove themselves worthy of it

They both urged me to choose one, and their voices began to echo and reverberate in my head. In the waking world, I began to shift and struggle uncomfortably, tears pouring out through clenched eyes. “No...no…” I whimpered.


I gripped both sides of my head with my hands, “Please! Enough! STOOOOOOOP!!!”

The last part that I shouted was shouted (very loudly, more than naturally possible) in the waking world. And then, at last, peaceful silence.

“You’re a Mend in the Force.” She said, “The opposite of a Wound. You heal and restore what once was, and have been sufficiently equipped for such a task. But you are neither light nor dark, you are both, and yet you are not grey. This may seem complex and difficult to comprehend, yet, it is simplicity in itself. You are a part of the Life Equation from Death.”

That’s...a LOT to take in. She moves closer to me, and I felt her taking my hands in hers, “You do have to make a choice. No being can be without purpose for even a moment. But you have been without one for some time now, as you have lost part of yourself. In so doing, you gained something new, and it must be directed. If you would choose a path that forsakes violence, to be neither Jedi nor Sith, to neither attack nor defend, then you embrace a third path, the Way of the Leaf.” She lifts one hand and extends it to me, holding in her bright white hand a five pronged leaf.

“The leaf does not fight wind, water, fire nor earth, it simply moves as it is directed, taking all, and giving all to everything. It is life, it is living, it is understanding, and it does not resist. In this simplicity of principle, it offers the greatest gifts to all sentient life: Life. You, as an adherent, will not be forced into the way, as a leaf would not do, you merely need to accept it into your heart as it does you.”

I listened to her, and all the while, I thought, that at last, I finally found something that does not force itself upon me or people. It’s exactly what she said, and what I respect. I look at the leaf in her hand, and without hesitation, like I had with Yoda or Palpatine, I picked up the leaf, and I pressed it to my heart. I felt a warmth building up within me, and I could see the woman’s face, she was smiling at me, she gently placed both hands on my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead, “Go forth and live your life, daughter. Remember the songs of the Spirit, and bring light to all who see you.”

In the waking world, a blazing golden light in the shape of a leaf appeared right on my skin where my heart is, burning through fabric and shining in bright heat and energy. I stopped crying then, and I uttered one word before I fell into a dreamless rest: “Mama.”