A Reunion on Alderaan

[Trevor Alde]

Trevor stood on a ridge high above King’s Pass looking in a southerly direction. Somewhere down there past a range of mountains or two lay the estate of House Organa. Behind him to the north were the remains of House Alde, where he’d spent the last few weeks exploring and rummaging through the ruins. He could only hope House Organa had fared better.

Trevor smiled as he stepped off the crest of the ridge and began following a well-worn path down into the valley. Thinking of House Organa reminded him of a brief meeting he’d had with Claire Organa on Nubia. That smile turned bittersweet as he could only hope she’d survived the devastation better than others in their families.

The last few hundred yards of the descent were a talus slope. Trevor kicked a flat piece of slate loose and used it to “ski” down the loose rubble. Mimi told him there was no way he could ride the slate like he did if he didn’t use the force. Trevor had always known he was force sensitive. He had just never had any desire to train in its use. It seemed an obligation and a responsibility he had no desire to accept.


Reaching the bottom, he quickly made his way to the access tunnel. Looking down into the borehole created by the spike millenia in the past, he thought on what lead him here in the first place.


Shortly after meeting Claire at the convention on Nubia, he had accepted the contract from Nubian Star Drives to travel to the then-sith occupied Alderaan to assist with the repair of several vessels that were powered by Nubian drives.


Ever paranoid, the sith sensed his latent force sensitivity and wouldn’t believe he’d never been trained in its use. They accused him of being a spy and used several very painful interrogation techniques only a sith would know to force him to confess. Of course, confessing would have been lying so he never yielded to the temptation. He would probably have been executed if he had.

Eventually they believed his story and decided he was valuable enough to them as an engineer to keep around. They used him first to make the repairs he’d been sent to do, then, they had other projects for him. When they assigned him to work on the terraforming project he had his limit.

As he had not been a problem for the Order, he was kept under minimal security – a fact he used to facilitate his escape. He planned it well and things were going smoothly until he stumbled on a perimeter guard. Trevor was too far away for the guard to stop him, so he fired a burst of poisoned fletchettes at him. One hit Trevor mid-back, between his shoulder blades. Twisting in pain, Trevor slapped the small dart away but the damage was done. Two days later a stranger found him unconscious, lying beside a stream in a high mountain canyon. Several days later Trevor awoke and found himself in a dark alcove of what proved to be a large cavern. That’s where he met Mimi and the fifty or so other refugees hiding from the sith.

Mimi was a jedi knight trained as a healer. She was the one that had to tell the bad news… he was dying. The dart had been coated with a poisonous product of sith alchemy. She could buy him some time but she couldn’t neutralize the toxin. Only a Master healer may be able to but there were none of those on Alderaan.

After purging Trevor’s body of the initial effects of the poison, the best she could do was to encapsulate the toxin at the wound site… a site that would never heal.


Regaining his strength, he began exploring his surroundings. The cavern system was the same one below King’s Pass that had been the home of the rakghoul centuries before. Not terribly far up the canyon was the old manor of House Alde. Trevor spent all the time he could exploring the ruins. Such an exploration was what he was returning from today.
Climbing down into the rakghoul cavern, he could tell something was different.

Mimi ran to him and told him the news. A message had been received from Aldera. The occupation was over! They could all leave their refuge in the cave and return home. Those that had homes to return to, that is.

Mimi saw the panicked look in Trevor’s eye. The encapsulation formed by Mimi’s healing only lasted two day – three at the most – before it began allowing the toxin to leak into his system. Trevor knew it was a much longer walk back to civilization.



[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

Apalis Coast

Claire Treadaway Organa, she wasn't use to the Organa even now. Her cousin Ari had tasked her with doing one thing for the family right now and that was to oversee the reconstrucution of House Organa, and to help the loyalists that were returning with getting homes, food, medical care, and locate members of family left behind because of the Sith invasion.

The vong forming had taken time to be removed, but it seemed her other cousin Alyesa Organa had found a company that would remove everything. Some of the vong forming however had not touched some of the estates, they had made a deal with the Sith, or the Sith in some twisted sense decided not to destroy it.

House Organa was to have been protected by House Thul, Elaine Thul a Sith sympathizer. It had not escaped being looted for whatever could be sold for food, or bartered for medicines. The family did not begrudge them any of it. Things were easily replaced, people were not.

Claire walked into the Grand Foyer of the Ancestral home of all Organas. "Feth my whole apartment and store could fit into here" Her voice carried through the halls. She frowned and walked towards the workers, "Morning everyone, so what's on the agenda for today?"

Mr. Gren looked up, "Miss Claire, well today we are going to reinforce the columns in here, while the men repair the broken outer walls. Overall another week and it will be ready for moving in" Claire nodded, "Sounds good, did everyone have breakfast? I can get caf and food for everyone"

A few pairs of eyes looked at her she could see that they wanted it, even if it was just to satisfy hunger from working, "OK, I'll get it here"

Claire walked outside and began ordering the food from a place in New Aldera, they'd bring it out in about half hour or longer. She couldn't help but look at the view, it was green again. The ocean wasn't too far away, and somewhere over in the Glarus Valley there was supposed to be a winery. "So this is where my ancestors lived. wow" She wondered what Trevor would have thought of this, they talked about Alderaan that day.

And marriages,

And history.

And dessert...that dessert was really good.

[member="Trevor Alde"]

 

[Trevor Alde]

[SIZE=12pt]Mimi smiled at Trevor understanding his concern. “Of course, I’ll stay with you until you can find a more advanced healer… on one condition…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Trevor was humbled. He had assumed everyone would be rushing back to the remnants of their lives. Her volunteering to stay with him actually stunned him, all the while being entirely characteristic of her caring healer ethic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Are you sure, Mimi? I know everyone is excited to get back to their homes.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She shrugged and replied, “A jedi’s home is pretty much wherever they are, Trevor. Another few days won’t cause any additional problems for me or the order.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Well then, of course I appreciate your willingness to stay and keeping me on my feet. What is that one condition?” he asked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“That we get out of this cave as soon as possible!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Trevor laughed at her seeming desperation to be free of the dungeon-like home they had endured the past months. “I agree wholeheartedly,” he answered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]As it turned out, one of Mimi’s padawans had a leg that was injured too badly to allow them to try walking all the way back to even the nearest city. They decided to leave the cave and establish a camp at the former site of Fort Alde and wait there while others made the walk back for help. They would send transportation back for them and any others that weren’t well enough to travel by foot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Later, after they had moved and established their new camp, Trevor stood on the edge of the promontory looking out over the valley below. Even as quietly as she moved, he sensed Mimi approaching him and turned to wave in greeting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Giving him a knowing smirk as her stealthy approach had been a subtle test of his force sensitivity, she asked “Enjoying the view, Trevor?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Not quite sure what just happened, he turned back to the view and answered, “Yes, I’ve never seen any place like it.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I can sense your connection to this land,” she commented innocently. Then the million dollar question, “Who is your family, Trevor?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]To the refugees he had simply been Trevor. He didn’t want to cause any issues having a historic name or tempt anyone that might hope to gain favor with the sith by turning him in. He conceded with a bow and answered, “Trevor Alde, at your service.”[/SIZE]


[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

Claire walked outside there were so many things going on right now. She went out one of the side doors it opened up onto the balcony she looked over at the stairway leading out onto the the grounds.

There was a voice there that she had heard many times in the last few months, soft gentle, caring. Much like her own mother had been, ever a kind word for anyone, a smile, and words of encouragement. She saw the sea of shelters dotted everywhere of the families and loyalists who had returned to House Organa. She walked slowly over to her cousin, Rianna.

She knew her to be a Jedi, and a Healer, she was also married to a mandalorian, and owned a medical company. She was one of those women she admired who could have it all and still find time for her family. She could see Rianna's children Maeve and Dral helping out. What was scary was the Manka cat called Edee that loped after the children wherever they went. The look on the faces of the families was shock, unease, until the large cat laid down and purred as Maeve tussled her fur.

"Cousin Rianna, is there anything I can do?"

The dark eyes of the elder Organa looked upon her, "Always come over here and sit down and talk to us. This is Tanaab she has been hiding in the mountains, she tells me that there are others who found ways of surviving up there. What do you think?"

Claire came over and did exactly as she was told. "I think anything is possible, and if there are others there I'll send a search party to see if they can help them, and bring them here"

Rianna nodded, "See Tanaab easy, we ask, we receive. Now tell me more about how you survived here on Alderaan"

Claire sat and listened, she understood that Rianna was trying to show her how to listen, and attend to the people who came to House Organa. Claire felt sorry for them all, she just felt like she should do more, say more..something more...

Tanaab's story was like many of the others she had heard, they escaped the Sith but had to stay ahead of the vong forming, and even then many of them were captured and put to work. So many sad stories.

 

[Jon Burke]

Sorry... wrong dude. :embarassed:

 

[Trevor Alde]

Trevor didn’t see Mimi’s reaction to his revelation regarding being an Alde. When he rose from his bow, a wave of vertigo swept over him causing him to stagger to catch his balance.

Mimi grabbed his arm with a look of concern. “Is it the toxin?” she asked.

Trevor nodded and said, “Feels like it. Kind of soon isn’t it?”

“Yes. The treatments aren’t lasting as long.”

She tried not to show her concern, but, if her efforts to sequester the toxin at the wound site were failing so quickly now, she had a real fear that she may not be able to successfully contain it again. “Let’s do this,” she told him trying to sound more optimistic than she felt as she lead him to her makeshift clinic.

Later Trevor lay on his bedding regaining his strength. It seemed like the treatments drained him more than they did Mimi. It had gone unsaid, but, both of them knew he needed to find a master healer as soon as possible. He wasn’t sure, but, it seemed like there must be a minuscule leakage of the toxin even after this latest attempt to seal it off.

Excited shouts woke him some time later. Curious he got up and joined the remaining group of refugees. Outwardly, he looked healthier than all of them other than Mimi. They were all her patients from their little refugee enclave; most wounded in their encounters with the occupying forces like Trevor but with more traumatic wounds. Mimi was maintaining them as best she could but wasn’t trained to the level of full force healing. They were in need of an advanced healer or a medical center as much as Trevor. Their only advantage was they weren’t dying.

A small one man scout hoovercraft was moving up the valley. Upon seeing the group it changed course and landed nearby. The pilot approached and took off his helmet. He was in a uniform sporting a sigil Trevor thought he recognized but couldn’t place. No doubt the toxin was affecting his memory. The man introduced himself solving Trevor’s quandary…

“I am Captain Nix of House Organa. Our Lady has sent scouts such as myself out to locate remaining refugees in the back country and assist in their return to their homes. If you will tell me the number and any special transportation needs of the injured, I’ll transmit the information back to our command center and a transport will be dispatched immediately.”

Mimi gave him the information he needed and also added a private message, “Please discretely let your superiors know that one of the last remaining Alde’s is in our group and has an urgent need for advance medical care.”

Captain Nix’s only reaction was a slightly raised eyebrow. “Of course, Jedi Haldron, I’ll inform my Lady immediately.”

The captain was true to his word and sent the message via his comm unit before taking off in search of other survivors. As promised, a small medical transport arrived within the hour ending the refugees’ exile.

It was none too soon as tremors were racking Trevor’s body. By the time they arrived in New Aldera, he was unconscious and failing fast.



[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

Rianna had been called to come to New Aldera calling her from the Apalis Coast meant that the patient was high priority and critical. She wanted to take the fastest means of transportation which meant for her a speeder. Not her favorite way to go, and she truly disliked having her hair blowing in the wind and looking like a wild woman. But it was fast.

She pulled in at the hospital the transport was leaving Rianna moved inside and listened to all the details on the patient. She cleaned up as she moved and then moved to the side of her new patient, "What's his name?"

Captain Nix looked over, "Master Rianna, his name is [member="Trevor Alde"]"

Rianna looked down she didn't know of too many Alde's. She had heard about Gabriella Alde, a Countess who was no longer allowed on Alderaan but not a Trevor. "Interesting, Find Ana ask her to do a search, I'm sure Faith can spare her for a bit."

"Ella, create a record for Trevor Alde"

Claire out on the Apalis Coast sitting in the shell of what would become House Organa scrolled through the names of the injured, looking at how many needed help. How many could use a new home. A flash came in for a new name, she scrolled down and stared hard at the name. She threw everything and ran toward a transport, "I NEED TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL!"

Rianna however was examining the young man before her. She recognized this Kiskla Grayson had the same symptoms, the same injury she knew what she needed. "Feth all this vong forming how can there still be pockets, Get hold of that company Alyesa had come in, sent them into the Mountains to make sure. Fortunately when Kiskla fell ill Rianna made sure they had much of the cure on hand. Well it would remove much but the wound might not ever heal completely. A biotoxin drill was needed. But could she get it here in time.

Spoiler

. Poison seeped through the pores and entered the victim's bloodstream, interfering with circulation and choking off the oxygen supply. Excruciating pain accompanied twenty hours of suffering until the victim finally died. Jedi Master Mara Jade Skywalker eventually created a biotoxin drill that, if administered early enough, could disrupt the venom's lethal actions. If the venom was delivered through a bite it would cause instant numbness followed by paralysis and death.

Claire burst through the emergency room doors, "Master Rianna?" The nurse pointed and Claire ran. She nearly ran Rianna over as she slid past the doors, "Cousin Rianna, a man named" She was breathing heavy and trying to talk. Rianna blinked, "Slow down Claire"

Claire nodded, "Trevor Alde"

"Yes Claire he's inside, he's in serious condition, do you know him?"

She nodded again trying to breath, "can I?"

Rianna pushed the door, "talk to him" Whatever relationship they had it would come in handy now, even if he wasn't awake just the sounds of her voice should reach him. Rianna left an order to watch his pain levels.

 

[Simeon Alde]

SPIRA

Simeon sat straight up in his bed. He had a very bad feeling. More disturbing to him, it was originating in the force, a sensation with which he was totally unfamiliar. He rose from his bed and walked out onto the balcony that encircled the entire second floor of the vast house. He stepped to its edge and stared out into the darkness hoping for some clarity in the unease he was experiencing. The best he could make out from the vision was that Trevor was dying.

He sensed rather than heard his Master’s approach and turned to face him.

“What troubles you, Simeon?” his Master asked.

“I… I’m not sure, Master,” Simeon replied. “I feel an unease through the force. I fear my brother is dying.”

As soon as he graduated from the university, SImeon had followed Trevor to Alderaan. The sith authorities assured him they had no idea where Trevor was; although he was ensconced in the labor camp at the time. Unlike Trevor, Simeon had undertaken jedi force training with his mother. He wasn’t advanced by any means but he was skilled and seemingly strong enough to interest the sith authorities. Realizing they had a potentially valuable chip in the political arena, they did a soft-sell recruitment, enticing him to join the One Sith with promises of accelerated training and living a life of luxury at a private island on Spira. Finally conceding Trevor was nowhere to be found, he accepted their offer and joined them on a transport to the water world shortly before the sith lost control of Alderaan. It turned out the training was not so kind and gentle, but, resistance was futile at that point and Simeon accepted the darkness of the sith.

Simeon’s master stepped closer and confirmed, “Our spies remaining on Alderaan have informed me that Trevor Alde has been found and transported to the New Aldera Medical Center. He is in critical condition and should have died. Apparently he was under the care of a jedi healer while in hiding and is now being cared for by a Master Jedi by the name of Organa.”

He paused and waited to see if Simeon would show a reaction to this news. For his part, one of the first things Simeon learned was to never react. He remained silent and waited for his master to continue.

“Am I correct that no one outside our compound knows that you have assumed your destiny and embraced the dark side of the force?”

Simeon was perplexed by the change of direction of the conversation, but, simply confirmed by saying, “Yes, Master.”

The SIth Master stepped to the edge of the balcony and stood looking out into the darkness with his hands held behind his back. He motioned for Simeon to step closer and continued softly, “Simeon, this gives us a unique opportunity. Should your brother die, you would be in a position to assume his role as the Alde representative on Alderaan. You could eventually assume the role of Count of a resurrected House Alde. You being in such a position of leadership on Alderaan would be an invaluable asset for the order.”

Simeon knew what his master was suggesting was not really something in which he had a choice. He simply asked, “What must I do, Master?”

“Immediate transport will be provided for you to New Aldera. Go to the medical center and - being a good, concerned brother - stay by your Trevor’s side until he dies.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Oh, and Simeon… you must do whatever is required to assure that Master Organa is unsuccessful in her attempts to save him.”


NEW ALDERA

Simeon rushed to the medical center from the New Aldera spaceport. He was counting on the fact that the last information any of the Organa’s knew, his training in the force was as a jedi with his mother. To be as safe as possible, however, he wouldn’t draw upon the force unless he was absolutely certain he was alone.

Informing the receptionist who he was and who he was there to see, he was immediately escorted upstairs to the intensive care unit. He saw his brother and would have thought him dead if the monitors didn’t still display lifesigns. The nurse spoke to the lady standing next to his bed saying, “Master Organa, Trevor’s brother Simeon is here to see his brother.”

Simeon stepped forward and bowed slightly, saying, “Master Organa, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Tell me, how is my brother.”



[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

[member="Simeon Alde"]

Rianna turned looking upon the face of a young man she did not know, and yet some of his features were very clearly related to young [member="Trevor Alde"] who lay in a coma. She sensed nothing sinister about him everything seemed calm.

"Simeon a pleasure, your brother at this point is dying. Poison. The Vong forming of Alderaan we thought had been entirely removed but it would seem there were some pockets unchecked. Trevor has been poised by the such. He was very fortunate to have a healer with him that was able to keep the poison from spreading too far but that was only a slowing of the poisoning."

Rianna motioned for Simeon to follow her to where he could see Trevor and Claire.

"I have had the misfortune of having to deal with this before I have sent for the biotoxins I need but it is a matter of time. We have a certain amount of hours the biotoxins are coming from Alpha Mae by the fastest ship I know." she took a breath she was trying to tell him that his brother could die. This was not an easy thing to say to anyone.

"Is there anyone I can call for you? Parents? Other siblings?" She watched his face, watched his aura to see if there was change, emotional change.

 

[Claire Organa]

Claire just stood there he looked so haggard did the poisons do that to him? Talk to him?

About what? Weather? explanations? Family.

"You don't so good Trevor." She pulled a chair closer, "So, um well. A lot has happened since I saw you last." She reached over to touch his hand, "I'm still working that dessert off." She smiled when they first met she didn't know anything about Alderaan, Organa family, or one fork from another. Now she was everywhere, doing any number of things and who cared about forks.

"So. My parents died expectedly last year, and my cousins family came and helped me get off Balmorra to come to Alderaan. It seems though you have been here a lot longer than myself. I know you said you might" She drew little circles on his forefinger, "My sister is missing. Life isn't so simple anymore. And now seeing you like this...please don't die Trevor. I have to learn that recipe yet, and there's so much more to see in life."

She put her head on her hand looking at him, "we are rebuilding everywhere, you have to see it. See Alderaan restored."

Claire looked over she could see Rianna and another man standing there looking in. He looked a bit like Trevor, she hadn't met the brother that night. Was this Trevor's brother? Should she go say something?

She looked at Trevor again, no. she was where she needed to be.

[member="Trevor Alde"] [member="Simeon Alde"]

 

[Simeon Alde]

In response to Master Organa’s question Simeon shook his head no and responded, “My parents and sister are at our family home on Nubia. After I spend some time with Trevor, I’ll contact them myself and let them know his status.”

Simeon thanked the jedi master healer and stepped into his brother’s room glancing around to familiarize himself with the surroundings. He nodded a greeting to the young woman sitting next to Trevor and said, “You must be Claire. I’m Trevor’s brother Simeon. We didn’t meet during your visit to Nubia but I recognize you from the pictures of you Tre has in his room. You know, Claire,” he added with a teasing smile, “After you left Nubia, he was extremely grouchy for the longest. Mother thought that may have been why he decided to take the repair project that brought him here to Alderaan.”

Simeon sat in a chair on the opposite side of Trevor from Claire. His smile faded into an expression of sad acceptance as he looked at his brother. “He’s fading fast,” he said softly mostly to himself.

He glanced at Claire and continued in a subdued tone, “When I was a youngster and exhausted myself trying to keep up with Tre, my mother would use one of her jedi skills to give me an increase in energy. I’m not very good at it but I may be able to give him a little boost of strength that might help him fight this off a little longer.”

He gave Claire a smirk and a said, “I’m not very good at this so it really drains me. You may need to put me to bed afterwards.”

Looking back to his brother, Simeon placed a hand over his inert hand and closed his eyes, remembering what his mother taught him about revitalize.

He began to draw on the force and allow it to flow through him and into Trevor. He gasped at the effort. It was like trying to fill a bottomless well. Simeon’s problem with revitalize was that he had never really learned how to perform it without sacrificing his own vitality, or, how to reliably stop the flow once it was cascading through him into his target. He was weakening rapidly.

Luckily when he was so weak that he could no longer sit up and he fell back into the chair, his hand broke it contact with Trevor and the flow ceased. He glanced at the monitors and was pleased that they seemed to indicate that Trevor was stronger than he had been when Simeon arrived. Satisfied he had done all he could he leaned back, closed his eyes and feel almost immediately asleep. His last thought was that he would worry about his master’s orders later, now he needed rest.


[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]
[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Claire Organa]

Claire looked up the young man speaking with Rianna had entered the room, there was no doubt now he was Trevors brother. She managed a smile when he introduced himself, "pleasure to meet you, wish it was under better circumstances" It was obvious the good looks were not uncommon among the Alde men. She smiled and nodded, "Simeon"

She shook her head yep confirmation all Alde men couldn't help but be flirtatious, "I'm sure Rianna has a few aides that can help find you a place to recover" She arched a brow at him, she might be tempted to flirt back, but after what Simeon had said about Trevor's mood for some reason she didn't want to. They had talked a lot that night about a few things.

"Anything you can do to help him" She shrugged her shoulders she was lost and didn't know what to do, so if his mother taught him something, by all means use it.

She could only watch at what Simeon was going to do but for a moment she felt fear but as she watched Simeon lay his hands on Trevor she felt her fear slowly fading away. She felt she could see streaks of light washing through him when he closed his eyes. Then blue and black flashes, dark, foreboding she didn't understand any of it she must be getting a headache.

She watched him slip into sleep, even as Trevor's vitals came up. A bit of hope. She looked over at Simeon, "good job" whether he heard her or not didn't matter right now both the boys were resting.

"Hang in there Trevor, Simeon's here, so what you two take flirting lessons at school too?" She smiled hoping that he would wake up, get better, then they could rest on the coast.

[member="Simeon Alde"] [member="Trevor Alde"]​

 

[Trevor Alde]

Trevor’s mind finally lifted from the fog that shrouded it. He wasn’t fully conscious but he had an awareness now that was fueled by Simeon’s flow of the force in his efforts to revitalize him. Master Organa’s efforts had stopped the tremors and seizures, but, the pain she had mentioned was there… oh yes, it was there in full force.

Something that kept itself just out of Trevor’s full comprehension and recognition lurked in that force connection. Something that even the untrained Trevor could tell was wrong in his brother. It never exerted itself and Simeon seemed fully committed to trying to help him so Trevor put his apprehension aside and tried to rouse himself fully.

He raised his head a couple of inches and looked at his brother slouched back in the chair, his head bowed in sleep.

“Simeon, you dumb arse. What are you trying to do?” He shakily placed his hand over his brother’s and shook his head. He gave it a weak squeeze and let his arm fall back to the bed. He realized that he had never been so weak or felt so bad in his life. He began to look around to see where he was. The last he remembered he was at the old fort with Mimi. Mimi?!? Where was she? Is she alright?

His gaze finally made it slowly around to the other side of the bed. He was shocked to see someone sitting there watching him with concern. It took a few seconds before he realized it was Claire. Claire?!?

His eyes locked on hers as a smile grew on his ashen face. It grew and deepened until it was the huge grin of a man who has found a treasure he thought he had lost forever.

“Claire?” he said weakly. “What’s for dessert?”

He laid his head back and slipped back asleep. Now though, he slept with a smile on his face.


[member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna was trying to find the location of the ship she could feel others tugging on the force using it to heal those around her so why would this one draw her attention, she moved slowly using her senses this was not quite healing this was another skill but similar to healing.

She paused before the window of [member="Trevor Alde"] room looking inside she could see the brother Simeon doing something. Interesting he had not said anything about being of the force, and she had not sensed it, so...was there concern. She considered all things, why should there be concern she did not go around announcing her status and he was helping so, she let it pass and went back to trying to communicate with the ship.

This was difficult as the ship was still in hyperspace, hours they had hours but what Simeon had done for Trevor was to give him more hours, but where was the healer that had been with him, she wanted to find out how long Trevor had been infected and what part of Alderaan they had been on.

Mimi was her name, Rianna needed to find something to keep her mind off of the time.

She headed towards the wards.

 

[Claire Organa]

She had started to shout but she knew how close family could be, and Trevor's family was no different than her own so when Trevor reached for Simeon she didn't draw his attention away from.

She could only smile and feel some hope that he was hope, She would have offered an answer to his question about Simeon but eh they were brothers let them work it all out later. He finally looked her direction, "Trevor" she whispered rising up to get closer she laughed but it was quickly gone for he slipped away again. She felt the sound in her throat a whimper to watch him slip away again.

She looked around had anyone else seen him, a nurse came in to check on his vitals, "He was awake just a few minutes ago said his brothers name and mine, does that mean he's getting better?"

The nurse made notes and checked his vitals, "Awake you say, that could be a good sign he's fighting it" The nurse was trained to give hope when she could they had not given up on the patient yet so if it would help his family right now she'd say good sign but everyone knew it was only a matter of time.

"I"ll let Master Rianna know, thank you" She looked over at Simeon, "Is he sick?"

Claire shook her head, "No, um could you bring in a cot though something for him to sleep on, I'm sure the chair isn't comfortable."

She nodded, "give me a few we'll get it in here"

[member="Trevor Alde"] [member="Simeon Alde"]

 

[Simeon Alde]

Simeon slept fitfully, apprehension preventing him from slipping into a deeper, more restful slumber. In his dreams, his master kept asking him if had succeeded in his first task - eliminating his brother. Although he was asking the question, Simeon sensed that he already knew the answer and was designing his retribution even as Simeon slept. No wonder sleep was fitful. Simeon had seen what his master did to those that displeased him.

Finally giving up, he fully roused himself and sat up. He looked across the bed at Claire and tried to smile. He thought ruefully on the second task his master had assigned him on Spira… seduce and marry an Organa to further solidify and establish a reemergent House Alde.

* * * * * * *

When Master Organa took over the care of Trevor, Mimi lost herself caring for other sick and injured in the wards of the medical center and the surrounding refugee camps.

A young jedi knight still in her early 20’s, Mimi was younger than Trevor thought as they had survived in the caves with the other refugees. Try as she might, she had been unable to remain detached when it came to Trevor. Not that he had tried; but, his easy smile and kindness to her and the others had eventually worn though her resolve. She did the unforgivable for a jedi of her age and station… she’d fallen in love. She knew she had to stay far away from Trevor Alde less she make even more of a fool of herself.

She was finishing a rebandaging following a treatment when a nurse approached her.

“Jedi Haldron, Master Organa has sent word that she would like to speak with you.”

Oh, great, she thought to herself but properly asked, “Do you know where I can find her?”

The nurse answered, “She will either be in the ICU or nearby in the communications center.”

Mimi thanked her politely and made her way back into the hospital and upstairs to the ICU wondering if she was going to be told that Trevor had died. After finding her, Mimi approached Master Ar’klim-Organa, made a small bow, and said, “I was told you wished to speak with me. How may I be of assistance, Master Organa?”

Looking past Master Organa, she saw Trevor and her breath caught in her throat. A glance at the monitors showed that he was improved. Another glance showed her the beautiful woman sitting by his side, holding his hand. It was too much to hope that she was a sister wasn’t it? No, it was no surprise a man like Trevor had someone special in his life.

She turned back to face Master Organa and could only hope she wouldn’t notice the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.



[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Claire Organa"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna turned and looked upon the young woman she seemed out of sorts, that look in her eye that would have said she was tired also reflected emotions that Rianna could just barely feel. Rianna's own observation however picked up subtle movement of the young jedi's eyes. Rianna would say nothing she would continue to observe to see if there was something she needed to address. It would not surprise her to hear of any attachments, how long had they been alone in the cave? How long had she been healing him?

But currently she needed something else from the young Jedi.

"Mimi, do you mind of I call you Mimi?" Rianna gave her a soft gentle smile one that she hoped would help put her at some ease. "Can you tell me more about your time with Count Alde? How long have you been fighting off the poison in his system?" The poison seemed contained even though it caused more damage each moment it remained in young Trevor's body.

Four more hours and the ship would arrive, four long hours that would prey and Rianna's mind as she urged the ship to go faster. the one thing she never had the patience for was learning to navigate through the folds of space. A skill that she heard Master Luke at one time knew.


Inside [member="Trevor Alde"]'s room

Claire looked across to [member="Simeon Alde"], "He was awake he spoke to you, did you hear him?" She did not say anything about ordering him a bed but she thought for certain he would want to know about his brother, "Oh are you hungry I can order you food" She had ever menu memorized in New Aldera, and most of them from New Crevasse.

 

[Simeon Alde]

The months in the close confines of the cavern with so many had honed Mimi’s sensitivity to others’ emotions. She could tell the jedi master was bordering on disapproval and appreciated her changing the agenda of the conversation.

“Some of our group survived in the cave over a year. Trevor only arrived about three months ago. He received his wound escaping from a sith work camp when a guard shot him with a fletchette dart.while escaping. When the wound failed to heal and Trevor’s systems began failing, I assumed it was coated with a sith poison. I suppose it could have simply been contaminated by some of the Vong chemicals, but, I had no way to tell and, frankly, at the time it didn’t matter.”

“I tried to neutralize the poison, but, rather than decreasing with time, it seemed each day there was more in the wound. I tried to localize it by stimulating the growth of a thick, tightly woven cup of dense connective tissue. It worked well initially. Recently it seems the poison has mutated in a way that enabled it to begin breaking down the encapsulation and it once again began seeping into his system.”

“In the last couple of days we realized he was in desperate trouble. Fortunately, we were found and transported here in time to help him.”

Mimi’s eyes opened with a panicked look and asked, “You are able to help him aren’t you?”

~ ~ ~ ~

Simeon wondered how Claire could be so attached to someone she only met once before over a weekend. If it proved to be true, and Tre had similar feelings as Simeon believed from the little Claire shrine in Tre’s room at home on Nubia, she wouldn’t be the one he targeted with his master’s second priority. Actually, the whole idea seemed farfetched to Simeon at this point. Although he was occasionally called shallow and self-centered by the women he dated, he had a clear picture of what he wanted in a marriage and it clearly resembled what his parents had.

“No. I’m afraid I passed out before he spoke,” he admitted. “I’m glad to hear he was strong enough to rouse and speak, even if it was brief.”

He sighed and stood up wearily, “If I can find a quiet, dark place that I can meditate, I can recover my energy enough to revitalize Tre again.”

He saw the questioning look on her face, smiled weakly, and said, “He’s my brother. I’ll do it as long as I’m physically able. We are going to beat this, Claire.”

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[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Claire Organa"]​

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna wanted to cringe inside the thought of Sith Work Camps on Alderaan affected her soul, she listened intently to Mimi she had done her best with the limited knowledge she had, "poisons can be like that affect all the living tissue around it killing, or altering it. You did really well, you kept everyone alive, tended their injuries and lived." They had lived through the Sith Occupation and even the vong forming.

Incredible. She smiled, "you are welcome to stay among the healers and learn from them or the Alliance, the Republic, and The Coalition all have Jedi Orders in need of healers. You can join them."

"And yes we are going to help him" she looked down again at the time, "time is running and with this poison it is imperative that we not miss our window. You were able to stave it off, now it is running it's course with healers attending him as often as they can enter the room to be with him."

The Healing Crystal was kept nearby under heavy guard it's energies filled the hospital, helping everyone.

 

[Claire Organa]

One thing Claire did not understand was this whole force thing, yes she read the history, saw the pictures, but how can you actually believe in something that you can't see? She smiled though even as she held Trevor's hand.

This all was a lot to bear she had to finish the order for the gala.

"There are a bunch of Jedi running around here I bet one of them can tell you about dark places to meditate" She assumed they could she was also assuming that he was one of them.

"As for Tre I'll hold on to that little piece of him waking up" even if a moment, even if he didn't know she was there. So. now what, sit and wait, sit and read, sit and talk.......the key word was sit.

"And yes we are going to beat it, Tre is going to live" She sounded half positive she was afraid. The Alde family had disappeared when she disappeared into Balmorra with the Sith take over, her life had moved albeit slowly but it moved. She just didn't know what she would do if Tre and his family disappeared again. But she was hopeful that all these people around them were going to save him, he wasn't going to die or go into a coma permanently, or anything that said he was gone.

She looked up at [member="Simeon Alde"] , "you should go find a dark place, I'll let you know if he wakes up again"