A Reunion on Alderaan

[Simeon Alde]

Mimi sighed with relief but didn’t ask how Master Organa was going to cure Trevor. She was too tired from her efforts with the other sick and wounded to have the energy to contemplate Trevor’s treatment plan. Especially since he was no longer her patient. Especially since it was Trevor. It was sufficient to know that the master healer seemed optimistic that he would recover.

She knew she had to separate herself from Trevor to avoid distractions that might jeopardize those in her care. Perhaps distance would banish him from her thoughts.

Since Master Organa mentioned it if only indirectly, she asked, “Some of the staff have mentioned a new medical center you have opened on Alpha Mae, Master Organa. Do you suppose I could go there to work and learn more healing skills?”

Right now a planet dedicated to peace seemed awfully appealing to the young jedi.

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A nursing assistant arrived and offered to show Simeon to an empty room where he could rest. He voiced his appreciation and rose to follow her.

Simeon placed a reassuring hand on Claire’s shoulder as he left, saying, “I’m going to make a call to my parents catching them up on Trevor’s condition then rest a bit to recharge my batteries. I’ll be back in a couple of hours and if things aren’t improved, I’ll try to revitalize him again. I’ll do my best to keep him as strong as possible until Master Organa’s treatment arrives.”

Following the assistant to a room higher in the building and near the back, Simeon thanked her and entered, shutting the door as he did. He gratefully sat on the edge of the small bed and sagged with weariness. His mother warned him to never perform revitalize unsupervised, fearing that he would completely drain the life energy from himself as he seemed unable to master the ability to reliably cut off the flow once initiated. He was sure he could tell Claire what to watch for and she could break the physical connection between SImeon and Trevor for him. Yes, if Trevor was not better when Simeon returned, he wouldn’t hesitate to help.

He changed his mind about contacting his other family members. Trevor had been missing for over a year, lost in the sith occupation. Another day wouldn’t matter so much and by tomorrow Master Organa’s treatment would have arrived and they would know Trevor’s prognosis with more certainty. Then, when he had what he direly hoped would be good news, he would contact them.

He turned and sat at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. He crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knees. He relaxed and gathered himself in the force, settling into a meditative state and using a different version of revitalize on himself. Being what was in essence a closed loop, he could do this, building his energies rather than losing them. In thirty to forty-five minutes, he would be as rested as if he’d sleep twelve hours. He just hoped the dark visions would stay away this time.

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

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

She had escaped the floors below to find a place where the windows looked out across the green of Alderaan, windows as tall as she was that looked out at everything. Her cobalt blue eyes scanned the horizon looking for something that would help to make her feel at home here. She had come at Faith's request, but she did not know if she could stay. This world had it's own customs, it's own vibrations and rhythms this was not Atrisia.

She rested her forehead against the window it was cold and it felt good. She knew she should be down in the hospital helping with whatever it was she could be tasked with, but the Jedi in the room gave her strange looks, questioning looks, as if they knew she didn't belong there.

She couldn't tolerate the lingering stares. She had met her Aunt for the first time, and older woman who seemed kind and gentle meaning no harm. She asked nothing of her allegiances and required nothing from her that would prove her heritage or her abilities.

She imagined what a few of them would want to do to her, she dismissed it, let them try. She laughed, that low rumbling laugh that came from her throat. She shook her head no no don't think that she admonished herself.

Choices, choices.

Feth.

There were noises these upper floors were meant for guests, she felt the presence of two, and then one. Slowly she withdrew back to the shadows of the room, waiting to see if anyone would come there.

[member="Simeon Alde"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

'Yes Mimi the staff on Alpha Mae would welcome you, it is a great place to learn there are many to help" Rianna would think that the young woman needed a change of scenery she needed to expand her horizons. As long as she did not linger on thoughts of what if, she would do well.

"We will make arrangements for you to join them first you should take a day, perhaps two to regain your strength, and clear your mind." Even Jedi needed to recharge to move forward.

A gentle touch to Mimi's shoulder to reassure her all was ok.

 

[Simeon Alde]

Simeon had no visions during this meditative session. He assumed that was due to his deep fatigue. As he was coming up out of the depths of his meditation and his revitalization, he used the force to sense who or what might be in the area.

The lower floors were a blur of activity. Healers, both those using the force and those using more conventional means, were a dominant presence. Their patients were less clearly defined. Living with him his entire life, SImeon had no trouble sensing Trevor. He couldn’t determine anything more more specific about his condition, but, he thought he was holding his own.

Nearer, on this floor not far from his very room, there was another. This one was different.

He closed his eyes and felt the flow of the force around her. Yes, he could tell it was a her although he didn’t allow his force presence to approach her more closely least she sense him studying her. There was something about her that made him sit up straighter, instantly alert.

For the past several months he had been sequestered on a small island surrounded by dozens of sith. He was acutely aware of the feel of their presence in the force, even when they weren’t actively employing force powers. It was almost like the force took on a certain flavor because of their presence - a jedi would undoubtedly call it a taint.

Although her force presence was restrained, he sensed that flavor in the force. He was sure she was a sith of some variety. He could only think of one reason another sith would be at this medical center full of jedi healers.

He sprang to his feet, only fleetingly recognizing how refreshed he felt following his meditation and self-revitalization. He left his room and looked down the corridor. He saw her looking out one of the large windows, though he didn’t think that was actually where her mind was.

He cautiously stepped closer, his right hand brushing across his hip reminding himself he had left his lightsaber packed in his baggage considering it would be difficult to explain in this environment if someone like Master Ogana saw it.

When the young woman turned to glance his way, he sensed she was a much more mature force user than he was - a knight level at least. He exhaled, steeling himself for the encounter.

“Did my master send you?” he asked. It would be common for his master to send a second person to assure the mission was accomplished. He wouldn’t let her hurt Trevor. At least he would die doing his best to protect his brother from his master's plans.

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

[member="Simeon Alde"]​

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She looked over at him his face hid emotion well but it was his presence that she found most interesting. She had been around many acolytes and knights she stepped from where she stood to show herself and to get a good look at him.

She had two ways she could play this, she could say yes and find out who his master was, and why he thought she would be there OR she could just be honest and tell him no and see what happened next. If she was turning changing something, then she knew which she had to do. She noticed how his hand immediately went for a weapon, whether out of habit or for comfort both of them were in trouble for neither we armed.

So.

What answer should she give?

"No, your master did not send me." She did not smile she kept her gaze on him but her curiosity was tingling to know why he would ask that. "Who are you?" Clearly neither of them seemed to fit on this planet of peace and tranquility. Was it a punishment? What was he here for? Her gaze was steady as she watched him.

 

[Simeon Alde]

Simeon didn’t realize he was holding his breath as he waited for her reply. When she told him she wasn’t sent by his master, that breath was released in a sigh of relief. Of course it occurred to him that she could lying, but, he didn’t think so. She took a moment to consider her answer as if she was deciding how to answer. If she had been sent as an assassin, she would have answered immediately - either in denial or a gloating confirmation.

Now he owed her an answer but, like her, he was unable to decide how much to confide and if you confided anything could you not explain other things? He did know that the cat was out of the bag in one aspect; they both realized they were the only two force users in that area of Alderaan that drew on the darkside.

“My name is Simeon Alde,” he answered. “My brother Trevor is downstairs, a patient of Master Organa.”

Ok, he thought, That’s my opening offering of information. Now what will she offer?

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

[member="Simeon Alde"]​

​

Alde, lord where were all these Alde's coming from. Wasn't it some Countess Alde that was now banished from Alderaan for having plotted against one of the Princesses? Wasn't an Alde the reason why she now held the title of Duchess on Vena? So, were Alde's to be trusted?

Bella's gaze almost bore holes through the man now known as Simeon Alde. She was unsure of how to act that is what being alone did made you forget how to act around other people. But clearly this was a Sith and wouldn't he have an expectation of a reaction, you know the one of a Sith. What was it with all the Sith lately she came in touch with, even [member="Jake Daniels"] had felt odd in the force, and so did this one. So...what was the deal with it all?

She had to admit he could have lied, could have turned and left, could have done anything other than, well speak a truth. So perhaps all Alde's weren't bad. Bella tried to remember what [member="Connor Harrison"] and [member="Audren Sykes"] had taught her on Voss. She felt that temptation to lie to shove this man to his knees and give her every ounce of information she wanted no matter how trivial. But that isn't what she had learned on Voss she tamped down that feeling pushed it to the farthest reaches of her mind.

"I'm Arabella Darkhold" she had not yet added the House name to hers it felt wrong it felt...no she felt unworthy of it, "so if your brother is downstairs with my Aunt, why are you up here?"

 

[Simeon Alde]

Simeon relaxed slightly more hearing her answer, although her posture and tone, even the question she asked, were still challenging. He could appreciate that. Sith weren’t trained to be trusting.

He made a slight bow and said, “Very pleased to meet you, Lady Darkhold.”

“Trevor was… poisoned,” he explained, not going into the details of how he was shot escaping a sith work camp by a poisoned fletchette. He had no idea how deeply her loyalties lay or how that kind of information would affect her attitude toward Trevor, and he had to admit to himself, how she would react to him.

“Master Organa said he had only a few hours to live unless a special treatment she is having delivered from Alpha Mae arrives in time. I… I was up here meditating - recovering my strength. I revitalized him using the force. Unfortunately, I’m not very adept at that skill and it drained me. I was trying to recover myself enough to return and do it again - to keep him as strong as possible until the treatment arrives.”

He never even considered the fact that he had just told a sith that he had used a predominantly jedi skill.

It was a factor that infuriated his master. Most of the stress he felt in Simeon was because he could actually sense the light and the darkness fighting for supremacy in the young Alde and it was a battle he couldn’t fight as long as Simeon wasn’t fully willing to disavow himself of the light. For his part it was a battle Simeon was unaware of. He just found totally embracing the darkness both frightening and appalling. He had no idea the light wanted him.

He looked at Arabella Darkhold - still a mysterious unknown - and wished he could confide in her. Having someone to talk to that would understand would be such a blessing. Telling her his dilemma also could be seeking a death sentence if she was resolute in the darkness. Somehow though, now that the initial challenge of their meeting had past - she just didn’t seem as dark as the sith he had been training with on the island. DId it really matter? He was sure he already had a death sentence placed on his head by his master for refusing his assignment. What could another matter?

“If I may ask, why are you here, Lady Darkhold?”

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

The brother was poisoned she had to bite her tongue quickly before she asked him if he did it. Oh sometimes it was so difficult to not just blurt out her thoughts but she was beginning to manage that a lot better, she took a breath. "I'm sorry to hear that" She did not like to hear that people were injured course being here in an entire hospital full of injured people played on her mind, and her emotions.

She took a step back when he said he used revitalize to help his brother that was most definitely a Jedi Skill but he felt like a Sith, she bit her lip as her brow furrowed. "That is Jedi skill most Sith would use Life Drain instead." Was he at a crossroads like herself? Was that why, oh goddess, was that why they found each other in the most random place in the galaxy? "Were you once a Jedi?" see that was a diplomatic question without being accusatory, must be the Organa gene in there somewhere.

She had to admit that if her father were dying and needed help she would be doing whatever she could to help, even some Jedi skill, but to learn Jedi Skills one had to be around Jedi, so - was he a fallen Jedi? He was a puzzle he offered more questions than answers.

Why was she here?

Good Question.

Answer.....answer? FETHING ANSWER don't stand here like a ninny.

"My father has been missing for some time, and Alderaan holds the only other family I know where is at" She didn't know where anyone else was, or what they were doing nothing. But she knew on Alderaan she had sisters. So she didn't lie she told the truth. Wouldn't someone be proud of her today, she told the truth more than once.

[member="Simeon Alde"]​

 

[Simeon Alde]

Simeon flinched inwardly. She did pick up on the fact that he used a jedi skill. Now she wanted to know how. Or maybe why. Or both. He hadn’t thought about it at the time. It was just what was needed to save his brother.

“I… ahh… my mother is a jedi knight. She trained my sister and me all our lives. She taught us as if we were learning skills. She didn’t really emphasize the philosophy of the light side. She tried to teach Trevor but he just was never interested in using the force.”

He saw the look of confusion on her face and understood why. He tried to explain, “Trevor always loved Alderaan. He found a way to gain an entry permit over a year ago. Shortly after he arrived he disappeared. It’s apparent now that he was taken prisoner by the sith controlling the planet at that time.”

“It took me a few months to convince my parents but I finally came to try and find him. He, of course, was nowhere to be found. I met my master while I was searching for Trevor. He befriended me at first and gained my confidence. He then began recruiting me into his ‘organization.’ He promised he would expedite my force training and they would assist me in gaining control of a revitalized House Alde. They promised me power.”

He was quiet as if reluctant to admit anything else. He faced the window, looking out on Alderaan as he continued softly, “When they found out Trevor was still alive, they sent me to make sure he Master Organa wasn’t successful in saving him.”

He bowed his head as in remorse, then she could see his jaw clench with resolve as he continued, “When I saw Trevor lying there, all I could think of was he is my brother. I couldn’t kill him… I did my best to help save him.”

He turned to face her and gave her a sad smile, “Now he may live, but, after refusing to follow my master’s orders, he will see that I don’t.”

His grin actually widen with some grim humor, “That’s why I asked if he sent you. I thought you may be here to kill us both.”

He gave her a moment to process that confession then continued, “So, if you’re not going to kill me, I need to go back down to see Trevor. I can feel him weakening again so I’ll try to give him another boost with revitalize.”

His blue-green eyes locked onto her deep blue eyes quiet for a moment before offering, “If things go well with Trevor, maybe we could continue this chat over dinner somewhere.”

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

 

[Ian Milàn]

Ian snapped his lightsaber off and said, “End program!” His command was just a second too late; however, and the practice droid landed two almost instantaneous blaster bolts to the padawan’s midsection.

Ian groaned, thankful for the blaster’s practice setting and rubbed his side as he left the small freighter’s converted hold for the bridge. The practice droid mocked in its eloquent silence as it resumed its rest station in the center of the room. Light saber and blaster settings were set to a practice intensity, but, velocity was set to increase incrementally with no upper limit as the session progressed. The observer would have seen blurs of movement from both the droid and the jedi until that unplanned end.

The nav computer’s alarm signaling that he was nearing his destination was the cause of his loss of concentration and the rather painful cessation of the drills. He quickly reached the bridge and sat in the command chair; his eyes flittering across the dials, gauges, and other readouts ascertaining that everything was as it should be. Satisfied, he sat back as the nav computer/autopilot dropped the ship out of hyperspace, the starfields came back into focus and directly in front of the ship lay the planet Alderaan. Ian switched off the autopilot and, after requesting an emergency landing priority from the planet’s air traffic control, manually landed the craft, overriding several safety protocols because his master said she needed the package he was transporting from the Alpha Mae medical center as soon as possible… plus he just liked flying fast.

He landed in an open area near the medical center, foregoing the use of a landing pad for expediency. “Lock her down, Art,” he commanded his astromech droid as he grabbed the package and jumped down from the companionway to the ground before the landing steps extended. He ran to the medical center locating his master using the force as he ran.

Quickly arriving in the ICU he smiled as he approached his master and said, “When I heard you had an urgent delivery from Alpha Mae, I volunteered to transport it.”

He held the package out to her completely unaware of his appearance. His light training robes had numerous slashes and scorch marks. All in all, it looked like he was returning from a war zone. He noticed the way she was looking him over and realized how he must appear. Blushing he muttered, “You should see the other guy.”

[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]​

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

His mother is a Jedi, damn. What do you say to that? She said nothing it was family and as family one always made allowances. They all had stories, they had obligations that they tried to escape, and yet always drawn back into it. Family a blessing and a curse.

"So you're sent to kill your brother, that makes no sense to me. Why would your master have you kill your brother? A show of loyalty, a test? Something else" She tilted her head one way then the other looking at him trying to figure out what it was. But there was something in his voice, it was serious, even loving towards his brother, after all they were brothers.

Would she do the same for one of hers? For a sister? mother? She might hesitate and consider all the consequences but she had to admit that if they were in trouble she would do what she could. She was not cold in this respect, she had a capability for love and compassion.

He began to walk away, looking back for a moment as if a thought had struck him. "I don't think my Aunt likes to fail, so I'd say your brother will live. But you can bet that if you have disobeyed your Master, he will come. He won't be happy."

Not one bit.

"No. I." Should she confide? He might decide to kill her, call her traitor, and appease his master's anger. Maybe. "I wouldn't be the one. I'm not even sure I'm a Sith anymore." She had finally said it out loud. The decision was hers, the decision.

"Dinner? Sure, everyone has to eat right?" He resumed his walk away, "I hope your brother is ok" She really did.

[member="Simeon Alde"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna had not gone very far from Trevor's room. She could multi task many things from almost any station in the hospital. Trevor Alde was currently her high priority patient. A member of House Alde on Alderaan and had been here for months. How had they missed that?

She looked over again at another readout, his toxin level was going up. It was spreading. Time was almost gone for him, she needed the biotoxin and she needed it now. She did not like losing patience and from the look on the faces of countless faces who looked in on young Trevor there would be many who would be affected by his passing. Including his family. And from the look on Claire's face, her family too.

She was almost ready to try and craft the biotoxin here when a familiar voice addressed her, she turned to see young [member="Ian Milàn"] "Well well, I"m glad you brought it. It could not have been in better hands Ian." She took the package and began opening it, "Trevor here is in desperate need of this" She walked passed her student, "care to watch?" She moved into the room past nurses, and Claire. Immediately she set the toxin up.

"Find his brother he's on the guest floor" Rianna watched the administration of the antidote. This would not be pretty but thank the goddess, he might live if the damage was not too extensive.

If they had not cut it too close.

 

[Simeon Alde]

Her question caused SImeon to stop short and turn back to face her. “My Master’s motivation is pretty straightforward. He wanted me to have control of House Alde on Alderaan which is Trevor’s right by birth. When I met my master and agreed to pursue it, I thought Trevor had been killed in the Vong-forming.”

He cocked his head to the side gave a sad smile and continued, “When I learned he was still alive all those wretched plans began to unravel.”

He had no need to reply to her comment about his Master coming for him. That was a fact he knew all too well. He gave a true smile for the first time when she said she wouldn’t be the one to kill him, but, was unable to respond before she said I'm not even sure that I'm sith anymore.

Simeon was shocked by the statement but not truly surprised. He had sensed something different about her from the start. Maybe there was more to their meeting than just chance. He gave her an appraising look and admitted, “From where I started to where I stand now, I doubt very much that I’m a sith either.” Now he was really looking forward to that dinner conversation.

He gave her a bow, smiled and said, “Until later, Lady Darkhold.”

* * * * * *

"Find his brother he's on the guest floor"

Simeon was entering the room as he heard her speak and replied, “I’m here, Master Organa. Has the treatment arrived? How can I help?”

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[member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]​

 

[Rianna Organa]

[member="Simeon Alde"]

Rianna turned Simeon arrived just as she had asked for his presence, the force does work in mysterious ways. She nodded, "Simeon I have begun the treatments for Trevor the biotoxin has been administered." Rianna tried not to sound extremely serious or forbidding she wanted to be assuring.

"He will be closely monitored. It will take time, the healers are working within the Healer's Circle to support his healing." Force healing could not revive that which had been killed, it could not revive the dead, it was a living force, it dealt with the living. That which could be saved would be.

She would not mention the crystal it pulsed and could be felt throughout the building it would focus the healing power of the force to Trevor as well.

Rianna looked at Simeon, "The toxin has been administered in time, he will recover." She said nothing further, but she would now take a turn in Trevor's room to focus the force. "you might want to call your parents" Rianna nodded, and then went into Trevor's room she smiled at Claire.

She grew quiet and began the healer's task.

 

[Simeon Alde]

Simeon slumped back against the doorframe, relief flooding through him releasing tension he hadn’t realized he was carrying. “Yes, I’ll contact them immediately.”

He watched Master Organa, confused initially by her seeming inactivity. It was only when he had an “Oh, duh… moment” and realized what he should have expected from the first - that she was channeling the force - that he actually noticed it. It being a rhythmic pulsing that wasn’t felt or heard or otherwise perceived by any of the physical senses; but, it reverberated through the force seemingly stronger with each wave now that he was attuned to it.

It was overwhelming Simeon, crushing his force sense with its intensity. He retreated inwardly, minimizing his connection as much as possible. He cast an uneasy glance back at Master Organa. That someone could could actually control that much power was shocking to him. He grinned at his chagrin; humbled at what he perceived as how little he knew, how obviously minimally he was trained.

It was obvious he had nothing useful to add to Trevor’s healing process. He decided to take Master Organa’s advice and make that call to his parents. He found the communications center and requested a link to Nubia.

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SPIRA

Dark Master Tualatin dismissed the messenger and slowly spun his seat around to gaze out the massive window that encompassed an entire wall of his office. Across the aquamarine waters, a leviathan from the depths breached and thrashed in its inestimable fury. This one had been a subject of many of Tualatin’s experiments when it was younger and, though hated by the beast, the two shared a link that caused it to reflect its master’s moods. This time it was rage.

Tualatin’s eyes narrow and his brow furrowed in thought. The acolyte that was one of his spies on Alderaan had reported Simeon’s failures.He wasn’t terribly surprised; but, disappointment ate at him like an acid.

To make matters worse, a Darkhold heir was spotted. Why she would be on Alderaan caused him more concern than the Alde failure. Plus she was in the Organa stronghold. What could be the connection?

He turned back to his desk and his minister primus appeared as if by magic. The assistant always knew when his master had new orders.

“Master?”

“Withdraw the assassins assigned to the Alde brothers. For now we will just watch and wait.”

An arched brow was the assistant’s only reaction. He waited silently for his master to continue.

“And withdraw the acolytes watching Alde. Send in a more experienced surveillance team. Their targets are the Aldes, Organas and Lady Darkhold. They are to be utterly discrete in their investigation; but, they must determine the potential for alliances between these families and their implications for control of Alderaan. More importantly, how can we exploit it.”

After a moment of silence when it was clear that was all Tualatin was going to say, the primus bowed in way of acknowledgement and left. The Dark Master’s orders would be carried out explicitly.

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[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]​

[member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

 

[Ian Milàn]

Ian followed Master Ar’klim into her patient’s room and took station in a corner out of the way. He watched with curiosity at the cast of players involved in this and allowed his force sense to lightly examine them.

In the patient -Trevor she called him - Ian sensed a force sensitivity gone wild from lack of training. Someone who also denied his abilities? Ian was sympathetic. He had run from the force and training for several years. He wondered at the patient’s reasons for not wanting to be a force user.

The young woman took his breath away. Master Ar’klim hadn’t mentioned her name, but, even with the looks of obvious concern and worry, she still had a regal appearance to Ian. She was holding Trevor’s hand. Ian supposed it was too much to ask that he be her brother. Ah, well… his destiny was on Alpha Mae and beyond.

His reverie was interrupted by the arrival of another person apparently Trevor’s brother. His presence in the force caused Ian to stand up straighter and more alert. Master Ar’klim spoke reassuringly to him and seemed unconcerned about him, so, Ian relaxed leaning back again but still vigilant.

When Master Ar’klim sat next to the patient and began focusing the force Ian’s attention was drawn to the intensifying currents of force he felt. Working with healers on Alpha Mae he had heard about healing crystals and could imagine no other cause for such intensity.To him, it was a glorious feeling and he basked in it.

He could tell that wasn’t the case for Trevor’s brother. He gave up being discrete and began studying the man with more intensity. He envisioned a maelstrom of waves of light and darkness swirling about him. It seemed to Ian the healing power of the stone was cleansing Trevor’s brother of darkness just as it was healing Trevor of his poisoning. He may have been cleansed completely if he hadn’t shut himself off to the force.

It was very concerning to Ian. He couldn’t tell if he’d just seen a sith or not. The man seemed relieved at his brother’s progress and left; so, Ian put him aside in his mind. He would discuss it with Master Ar’klim later.

[member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]​

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Arabella had said nothing really but it was everything too. Admitting what she felt to someone else who she barely knew was a step that she didn't know if it was foolish or desperation.

She watched him go and made a mental note that she would hold him to having dinner with her. She could use the companionship of someone who understand change, defiance, and could hold a conversation.

She slid down the wall again and looked out. It was growing dark the skies were filled with stars against the black of space. Things were changing whether for the good, or the bad would wait to be seen.

 

[Claire Organa]

Claire had backed away from Trevor's bed while the staff began working on him this seemed more frightening than knowing he might die. She could hear the whispers, yes it was in time, but there could still be damage.

Damage? What kind of damage? She wanted to know, but she wasn't allowed to ask. She pressed her back to the door jamb and did the one thing she could do at this moment. Watch.

She saw [member="Simeon Alde"] being led away she assumed it was to call his parents and let them know about the turn in Trevor's care. She wanted to follow, she looked at her cousin Rianna so calm and serene saying nothing all while her hands moved in elegants motions as if reaching for something pulling it to her and releasing back towards Trevor. So beautiful.

She smiled, it was going to be ok. She held onto that thought.

 

[Rianna Organa]

[member="Simeon Alde"] [member="Ian Milàn"]​

Years of training, years of knowing the force for what it was a living flowing source of life, and connection. Every person in the room Rianna was connected to at this moment as she funneled the force to Trevor. A healing wave that worked quickly to close wounds, mend bones, and take away the sensations of pain. Muscle wove together, and transformations were removed.

The vong were very efficient in all they had, organic life even if deadly. The force recognized life but also recognized that not all life was kind, generous or good for those who sought balance within the force.

Trevor's own force presence glowed before Rianna Using the force that flowed through Trevor made the task of sending healing energies through his body less complicated, finding the most damage and focusing there.

She felt Ian behind her and smiled. He was reaching out exploring his connection, she would have to ask him what it felt like, what he could see. Perhaps it was time for another lesson.