Public Circle of Care (SJC)

[Mi'la Undari]

Location: Silver Rest, Halls of Healing.

It was part of her recovery before she could be let back into the field, and not something she was exactly excited about. Being confined to a hoverchair, she felt utterly embarrassed by how she looked. Her right arm and Lekku were still missing, not healed enough to have the cybernetics installed, for which she had thrown a blanket and shawl around her shoulder and head, hoping no one would notice. Of course, it would be rather obvious to anyone who was close enough to see her, but she told herself they wouldn't; it didn't help that the controls were currently wired to the right armrest.

It made sense for a group therapy session to be a justification for her to be let out of the hospital, especially after all she had gone through under Malevolum's clutches, but she didn't want to talk about anything that had happened to her. She sat quietly, her gaze fixated on the floor. Her presence in the force was gone, making her seem to be another non force user within the facility. Her force presence had been forever disrupted from the torture she had undergone, so much so that holding her lightsaber felt like an alien experience. She couldn't feel the force anymore, no matter how hard she tried, it's presence was just gone, as if she never had it to begin with. It was so strange to think about now. A power she had gone most of her life without knowing of, which had played such a massive role in her life for the last seven years, was now once again lost to her.

The doctors had said she might never gain it back, given the damage done to her both physically and mentally she shouldn't be alive. Though it seemed it had cost her her force connection as a result. So, here she sat, in a small conference room for others to arrive. Hopefully no one would recognize her. She would prefer it that way. She was just here to check off her list and be out of here.

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Mi'la Undari

Slip walked down the halls of the Halls of Healing in the Silver Rest. He looked nervous as ever, slightly panicked, and definitely lost. His green eyes darted around, trying to find out where he was and where he was supposed to go. Wait... was he supposed to turn left back there? Or should he have doubled back to that first intersection? Gah! He was so confused!

Why was Slip here? Well, the doctors still classified him as "mentally unstable" and "possible threat to public safety", thanks to his severe mental disorders and semi-insanity. So, he was here for his routine therapy session. However, this time the doctors suggested something different. Something called "group therapy". Slip had been appalled. But after 2 hours of intense arguing, Slip finally caved in. How was participating in actively embarrassing himself in front of a group going to help him with his social anxieties?

The shadow man walked close behind him. Like always, except on rare exceptions, the shadow man was completely invisible to everyone else, not being seen, felt, heard, or even sensed through the Force. Slip was 59% sure that the shadow man was a hallucination. But then again, sometimes people could actually see the shadow man too, so he didn't really know.

After another 15 minutes of panicked searching. He finally found the room he was supposed to be in. At least, he thought it was. It was either that or some sort of lounge. He couldn't really tell from the signage, it was way too confusing. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, and looked inside. There, a female Twi'lek sat on a hoverchair, staring pensively at the floor.

"Um... Sorry to bother you. Is this the group therapy session I was told to come to?" He asked. She was the only one there. At least he wasn't late. He had made sure to come thirty minutes early because this always happened. But that thirty minutes does nothing for you whenever you get lost for 25 minutes.

Why do all Jedi maps have to be so bloody difficult?!

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura had been acting kinda strange lately, and not the usual Lervon strange. She'd been hauled up in her bunk for almost a week now, not coming out since her last visit to Yurb. Not for classes, not for training. Nothing. As far as anyone seemed to know, she hadn't explained why to anybody, and she was almost trying to keep her emotions down so no one could tell what was going on. Now was going to be her first time out of her room in a while.

Ura was slow to walk in, and was still shutting herself out from everyone else, but at least it was something. Ura sat down somewhere, and just tried to not draw in too much attention. She just wanted to be.

Subject 648 Slipknot Mi'la Undari

 

[Kat Decoria]

When Kat signed up to help out around the hospital and assist the healers with patients, she didn't think there would be group therapies and such. Especially ones talking about coping with lost limbs, new cybernetics and mental wellbeing of the patients. Back on Eshan, Kat had little to no therapy when she had her surgery to remove her deformed limbs as a child. Though she had been very young at the time so they might not have considered it important, when having her artificial legs fitted, she was given physical therapy but no real emotional support. So hearing that was being offered in the temple, it was something that Kat was very much interested in observing. She was wearing her healer robes, showing her position for the day as someone working and not a patient.

Stretching her limbs, Kat entered the room and spotted three people, a Twi'lek in a hoverchair who she had spotted around the hospital for past few days while Kat was doing her shift. A boy who seemed a little on edge and finally Ura, her old friend that she hadn't kept in touch really and was starting to feel really guilty about that. Kat smiled warmly to the three of them and took a seat. "Hi, so I am Kat, you might have spotted me around as a healer around here. I am just here to observe and perhaps offer my experiences and support, but please don't feel the need to hide anything or remain silent. I only wish to take part because when I lost my legs, there was little support and no support groups of people who been through similar things."

Looking over to her friend, Kat leaned in and smiled warmly, "Hey, how have you been Ura?" Kat whispered.

Mi'la Undari Subject 648 Slipknot Ura Iolar