Blade of Selvaris
The bedridden Togruta coughed pathetically as Ran sat at his bedside and held his hand. He looked up at her with eyelids that were heavy and half closed, and a confused expression on his face. Still, through the force, Ran could tell the elder Togruta was happy not being alone. He squeezed her hand just a little tighter so by his bedside she remained for just a bit longer.
As the elder shut his eyes more completely and began to rest, Ran got up and looked around the room. She was looking for evidence of the "mysterious figures" the other villagers had mentioned. According to the rest of the denizens of the tiny and remote Togruta village, the figures came in the dead of night obscured by shadow but followed by a mechanized hum. Green smoke surrounded their entry into the homes of the persons who were discovered missing when the smoke dissipated.
The only person the figures targeted that hadn't gone missing was the elder resting from his wounds in bed. He was covered in slashes and bruises. He suffered severe effects of smoke inhalation and was having some sort of internal chemical reaction to it. Treatment was beyond the local Shili medicine woman's means, so Ran sent a communicay to the Order for another Jedi, one more experienced in the ways of modern medicine and treatment. She waited, not knowing how close this Jedi was.
As she searched the room Ran stepped on something small and metallic. A pin. She recognized it from its use on flares and some smoke grenades. She held it in the light, scanned it for any trace of the chemical agent that caused the reaction in the elder's body. The datapad processed the information but came up with little and Ran remembered that even in the vast and busy galaxy around them, there were still some mysteries left undiscovered, new inventions made everyday, new goods and evils formed. She hoped she and the Jedi sent could discover the cause of this tragic situation and undo the damage done to this village.
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