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Traditional science could not save him. The majority of his skin had been seared away by the cleansing flames, and many of his innards had been severely marred. The doctors had already removed his ruined lungs and replaced them with a cybernetic equivalent, as well as working to restore his nervous system.

Things had seemed positive for a time, but those hopes for a good outcome were dashed when his body began to shut down. Life support and the force were all that sustained him now; his injuries would have killed almost any non force sensitive being before he'd ever been lifted from the hanger.

A healer from the Silver Jedi had been called in to help. It was the doctors' hope that a Jedi's ability to restore damaged tissue might save Cedric's life before his organs shut down completely. The soldier's burnt and broken body was wheeled in to one of the onboard hospital rooms of the Acerbitas. The doctors all stood out of the way, giving the Jedi Healer all the room that she needed to work.

Cedric listed in and out of consciousness. He'd refused anesthetic on the grounds that it would dull his ability to use the force, and would thus kill him. As a consequence, he was forced to experience every second of the agony that wracked his body. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, his arms and legs having been bolted to the table to keep him from flailing about in a fit of pain.

Time would tell if Cedric Grayson would live to see the next day.

[member="Romi Jade"], [member="Wyatt Morga"], [member="Seo Linn"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"],

 

[Seo Linn]

The Jedi brought in was a new face to many. While she had been a Knight for a while, Seo was a wanderer and travelled around. She had no real friends to speak of, but had some acquaintances within the Silver's. What was required of her would put her skills to the test. However if this worked, then her skill in healing would become stronger and his life would be saved.

Unknown here, when she arrived on the ship and provided her name, Seo was ushered in with very little question.

The blond stripped out of her clothes and put on clean ones. Washing her hands, she used that as a sort of focusing ritual before getting into an almost surgical gown. This was a place of medicine and keeping things clean as much as possible. While the Force could accomplish a great many things, there was always a need for more mundane methods of healing.

Before she went to approach Cedric, she took a pinch of herbs out of one of her bags. It had been used by her for many years as a pain reliever and she had given it to others. It kept the mind clear and focused, just cut the pain greatly. Once she got the pinch, she would walk over to the barely clad form on the table. If he was aware enough she would tell him of the herb and request him to place it under his tongue. After that was accomplished, she would walk around his form to get an assessment of her own on his injuries.

Others would be joining her so she held off on doing anything else until they arrived.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Wyatt Morga"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Wyatt Morga]

The Acerbitas fled from Gree, their plan all along; but as Wyatt walked through its halls and witnessed the innumerable injured laying on the floor, he couldn’t help but think he should have done more. Even the onboard hospital had been overwhelmed with the wounded, the sheer amount of pain inflicted on them gave siering pains through the force he only hoped to ignore. Still, he walked through its med bay now for the sake of a friend, though his heart wept for the many nearby.

Force knew the raid on the kolto plant had done well enough to give the rebellion some medical supplies; he only hoped they’d last.

Taking care in his step, he moved over the lambasted, torn asunder, and eviscerated. Medics of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds and skill had made an attempt to work; but Wyatt was not one of them. His skills in such powers were minimal, letting the force only guide him instead of utilizing it in so many fashions. Yet, the faces these men held dragged on his consciousness, leaving him guilty for never taking the time to learn.

As he slowly made it to the dedicated intensive care unit, he moved to a room off the beaten path. Protocol dictated a sterile environment, and his clothes were caked with explosive powder, dust, and the ever mocking scent of blood. Slowly, he took the clothes off in the locker room provided, stepping into a refresher for a moment of silence.

With water bearing down on him, and steam clouding his vision, the Jedi leaned his head against the wall. Every turn the rebellion had made, they’d been knocked back and beaten hard for their transgressions; forcing nothing but a soft whimper from the jedi’s throat. He waited in there, many minutes before exiting; taking the route of the secondary decontamination. The nurse gave him a set of new clothes, which he dawned before moving on.

The emergency care area was rampant with staff moving this way or that, and the overtones of yelling for the sake of order was all but drowned out by the cries of a man in pain down the hall. Wyatt moved past them, giving them condolences when able, but knowing he could do little. Eventually, he stopped in front of a transparisteel window, looking in at his now charred and broken friend.

Only a few weeks prior he’d given him hope, given him some idea that all would be alright despite what occurred on Ession; and look at him now. Should he have told him to give in, to lose sight of his quest for redemption? He didn’t know, but what he saw now shook him to his very core.

Placing a hand on the window, Wyatt simply watched as the Jedi healer inside did all the work she could to heal Cedric; and for what it was worth, Wyatt gave all the energy he could to assist. He wasn’t a healer himself, but the more he could offer the better.

He only hoped he’d survive.

[member="Seo Linn"] │ [member="Cedric Grayson"] │ [member="Romi Jade"] │ [member="Cenric Marus"] │ [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

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The realm between life and death was an odd one. Cedric hung on its very edge, but it seemed the galaxy had not yet willed that he should fall. He gazed into the abyss apprehensively, and quietly decided to himself that it was not a place he wished to be. Consciousness eluded him in any significant form, but he at least understood what had happened to him. He knew of the procedures being undertaken to preserve his life, and called desperately upon his connection to the empyrean for assistance. The pain dulled his senses, as did the drugs flowing freely through his veins, and the force seemed to elude him. He felt its grip upon him, but it was far less strong than it usually was. He was close to death.

This conscious string of thought was quickly shattered as the Jedi healer spoke. Cedric did his best to make out what she was saying, but all sense of comprehension had left him in this time of agony. It was all he could do to remain completely still as the herb was set beneath his tongue, let alone take it himself. He was merely a spectator to his own demise, or so he believed. The knight of Ession knew that the healer who'd been sent to him was more than capable, but the physical pain altered his thoughts.

Even still, he clung to the slowly snapping rope that was his very life.

A single thought kept bubbling its way up through the muck of his mind; it was an image of a world set aflame. He clung to it, held onto it, and found that death no longer pulled him so strongly as it had before.

[member="Wyatt Morga"], [member="Seo Linn"]