Private A Stubborn Hope

[Kelan Dhal]

GENERIS || OUTER RIM
EQUIPMENT: Ragged Brown Robes, Lightsaber
MUSIC: Untouched Nature
TAGS: Zhea Nox

"Let's see what we can do for you."​

The Outer Rim, even after thousands of years, remained a rather sparsely populated place. Generis especially, a world that had been largely left alone by the rest of the galaxy for one reason or another. But some called it home, gathering in small settlements near major waterways and away from the thick forests and mountains. Many who came sought a new life, escaping war and famine. Generis was outside the grasp of several major powers, be it the Mandalorians, Dark Empire, Sith, or the Imperials. Yet they were all preoccupied, and so refugees could settle here without fear.

For his part, Kelan had come here out of desperation, his ship, a Stormfalcon Freighter, was low on fuel. The wandering Jedi preferred to avoid larger ports, and this time his luck ran out. Luckily enough, he was able to set the vessel down while running on fumes, but for the time being he was stuck on Generis. While it was quite a hike to the nearest village, Kelan hardly minded as the sights and sounds of the world were more than pleasant. While the gravity was a bit high, it wasn't enough to keep life in all shapes and sizes from prospering, though no sentient life ever sprung up. That role was filled by a human colony, perhaps 100 at most, that had welcomed him in. Before he could even explain his situation, Kelan was petitioned to aid the village for he wore the trappings of a Jedi Knight.

He agreed to help. He always would. ​

Unfortunately, the kind of help they needed could not be solved with a lightsaber. Sickness had begun to spread through the colony. While adults seemed to recover from it, the young and elderly seemed hardest hit. Kelan was a novice healer, but in his travels, he had learned much and he put this knowledge to the test as he set to work on helping those he could.

At the moment, it was an older man who remained bedridden.
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Rugged hands set to work, the force flowed through the wandering Jedi as he peered into the mortal form of the elder man. He could not be helped until Kelan better understood just what was affecting him. A few silent moments went by, and what few medical staff the colony had hovered over the Jedi as he employed his skills. The older man was asleep, thankfully so as the news Kelan delivered was not pleasant.

"I am sorry. The sickness has spread to his lungs. I can ease his pain, but at his age, there isn't much that can be done."

The lead medic, a young human woman, sighed and brought a hand to cover her mouth. She shook her head in disappointment, though she did not blame the Jedi for the man's fate.

"I feared that was the case. Thank you for trying anyway, Lenten was my predecessor in the clinic before his mind started to fade."

Kelan rose from the man's side, the sleeping human's breathing sounded better but his time was coming to an end.

"Is there more I can do?"

"You've done plenty. Many of the children are starting to show signs of recovery. I don't know what you did, but their fevers are coming down and their breathing has returned to normal."

"It's the least I can do. You were kind for inviting me into your settlement and offering fuel, I only wish to help out however I can."

Kelan offered a respectful bow, to which the medic offered a kind smile.

"You've been in here for several hours. I can watch over those who remain, why don't you get some fresh air."

"Thank you, please let me know if there is anything else you need."

Kelan slipped out of the medical center, little more than a reinforced hut in the center of the settlement. Many of the structures and homes were built out of the ships that the refugees had used to come to Generis, apparently deciding that they would settle here permanently. Wandering to a large sallap tree that sat in the center of the settlement. He had been so focused on his work that, in truth, he really did need to catch his breath. Kelan sank down, his back against the tree as he looked to the sky. It was a warm day with a soft breeze, almost perfect if not for the fact Kelan had all but pronounced a man dead a few moments prior.

"I've really made a mess of things, haven't I master?"

Kelan spoke to nothing. Just echoes of a dead Jedi that could no longer offer guidance.

This was his only companion. ​

 

[Zhea Nox]

ECLIPSE
SETTLEMENT | GENERIS
TAG: Kelan Dhal

ULILI E​

She was finally back in the saddle.

For so long, Zhea had felt almost isolated from the Galaxy and its needs. As horrible as the Hapes crisis was, it had put her in touch with the actual Jedi part of her being once more. The part that helps the people.

Though the Foundation had an extensive underground network to destabilise fascist or bureaucratic regimes, first and foremost it was dedicated to humanitarian aid. Zhea had never been a Guardian, nor would she be. Her place had always been to ensure that people found some way out of a dire situation - whether it be healing, rebuilding or shielding.

That is what brought her to Generis.

The Foundation had gotten word of illness spreading through a settlement there and had dispatched a medical aid vessel and some personnel to help relieve the issue. Zhea accompanied them as a half decent healer herself. Of course, wherever she went, the squad of disguised ex-Stormtroopers went with her, hellbent on her protection what with Simon Meinrad still in a coma and not able to do it himself. At least they were actually handy to have around - especially the squad medic Markram. If he hadn't been a soldier, he would have been a doctor.

They got to work immediately, bringing in some advanced medicines and extra hands. It was here that she learned that someone had already done some healing, but couldn't help an old man.
"We brought some improved medication from Kamino. We can't guarantee improvement, I'm sorry, but maybe it will at least ease his struggle. The Jedi already did extensive work. We're here to see if we can give it that lest step." she told the lead medic.
"Thank you, Master Jedi. We really appreciate the extra medical provisions." she said.
The Sage smiled at her. "The Foundation is always just a holo call away if you are need of aid." she said. Then she looked around, eyebrows somewhat raised. "Where is this other Jedi now? I would like to meet them." she asked.
"Last I saw, he was heading to center of town." said the medic.
"Thank you. If you need anything more in a pinch, just speak with Markram here. He'll help you out with the supplies." the Kiffar said before taking her leave to try and find the Jedi that was spoken of.

She didn't have to search hard. She could sense the echoes of the turmoil coming from the Force User, so she just followed the tether to the Sallap in the center of town.

"I've really made a mess of things, haven't I master?"​

The words drifted in general, but reached the Kiffar's ears nonetheless. Her sky-clad eyes fell on the resting figure against the tree. Despite the turmoil, Zhea could feel that there was no malice in the man. The Light still remained.

"Why do you believe that, Jedi?" she asked as she stood across from him, calm and balance rolling from her.