Rogue but not Wrong

[Seras Rose]

Exile. It was not something the young Padawan had ever conceived of before in her life a short time ago. Yet here she was on Esha under a self imposed exile.

Seras had found a master after a rather long time of waiting. Viper had been a good master and mentor. They both had similar backgrounds, similar but not quite the same mind sets. Inspite of the age diffrence she wouldn't hesitate to consider him a friend as well as a mentor and teacher. Yet shortly after she had obtained her lightsaber, that Master of hers vanished with little trace. At that time she had become extremly dishearted and searched for him, using a YX-1980 freighter that had been given to her for her travels. But the young Padawan never found her master.

After returning without any success, she heard of a mission for all Jedi. The Galactic Alliance was beseiging a planet taken over by hostile sith. Seras felt that there she might be able to help. She was a good pilot and capable fighter if nothing else. So she went and joined the other Jedi who were similiarly going to fight the Sith there. It would be her first battle but not her first fight by any means. She figured she could handle it. The young Padawan, was wrong. It was what personafied 'hell on earth'. Lightning filled skies that were choked with ash, death, force storms in orbit, massive thunderbolts on the ground, a volcano erputing and spewing magma and fiery balls of death everywhere. Even odder was the close to complete lack of civilians, as though they had all been evacuated before hand. This she found out later from a trooper was in fact the case. Not too long before the planet had been turned into a hellscape there was a mass evacuation into underground shelters. Not that you would likely hear that bit of information anywhere on the news.

As for Seras's part in the battle she led Six troopers in the defense of a choke point, not far away from the palace gates. In the no mans land of that death trap she engaged a Sith Acolyte in a feirce and bloody duel. The end result was a tie. By the end of the fight Seras could not move her left side at all, and her right legs achille's tenon had been cut by a passing by Sith Assassin. After this fight the Six troopers left the defense of the position to the other stationed troops and did their best to patch up Seras untill she could be tended too. While she was in this hazy and dazed state, her mind was more easily affected by the intense amount of darkside on the planet. Her senses were oddly sharpend, maybe it was because she could barely feel her body. But her mind felt the fear of the people on the planet. That singular, sole feeling struck a cord with Seras. It made her remember words from when she had first met her master Viper.

"To stubbornly fight to the end for nothing is foolishness. If you are going to do so, make sure it is for a worthy cause. Make sure it is for the right reasons."

In response she had said the following.

"Maybe this is a bit presumptuous of me to say, never having been in real battle before. But i hope to only ever be in battles whose cause i could give my all for, though i still understand what you mean."

Yet that which Seras had said boldly she would not do, she did. For a battle where Seras now felt they were simple Invaders and nothing more, she had fought her hardest to near death. Without questioning why. Without wondering if it was just reason. All she did was aid in the same kind of disaster that had befallen her own home planet of Manaan, when the city she had been raised in as an orphan was completly destroyed. This realization to the young Padawan was utterly crushing. As her body was healed she could not bare to look at the halls of the temple. To watch Padawans train or train with them herself. It made her sick. And so she left. The Padawan who a few months before the idea of exile was a completly foolish one, was the only option she had left in her mind. It was the only thing that was right. Not because of the Order, or because of the Galactic Alliance. But because of herself.

When she left Grace abandoned everything related to her Jedi past, down to even her lightsaber. It didn't feel like hers anymore. It was a foreign object to her and she tossed it aside without a second thought.

Even if she had come to despise herself, Seras still had a drive to help others. But Seras was no negotiator and her abilities as a mechanich were decidely lacking. When in the galaxy, she found all she knew how to do properly was fight. For a while she became something of a wanding warrior, aiding those who needed it with a high degree of selflessness. But a Warrior without a blade is akin to a Sand Panther with no claws and teeth. So Seras arrived to Eshan for two reasons. To train and to learn how to construct a blade so she might construct herself a force imbued blade. After travelling across the planets surface for some time, she had been directed to a Echani Bladesmith by the name of 'Ryukai Len' who might be be willing to teach her.

It took some work but eventually she managed to get the middleaged Echani man to teach her how to make a blade. She would naturally need to find some other source of knowledge on how to imbue a blade, but she could atleast learn how to construct the blade itself in the mean time.

And so it was that Seras Rose former Jedi Padawan found herself seated on a bench at a reasonably small villiage on Eshan outside the smithy, holding her sketch pad in one hand and pencile in the other. Even though she held it in her hands though, it had been a long time since she felt any true inspiration to sketch. Yet she did so anyways, giving off a melancholic vibe as the fall wind blew leaves down the street.

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[Kaia Vullen]

The galaxy had changed since she was a Padawan.

Once, Kaia Vullen had been the Padawan learner of Jedi Grandmaster Corvus Raaf. She had fought the vile forces of The One Sith on Telti and forged her lightsabre in a hidden cove on Tattooine, near where legendary Jedi had constructed theirs near a millennia before. She had fought beside friends, Zylah Dvale, Kev, so many faces lost to her these days.

The Miraluka had not seen set foot in an inhabited Jedi temple ever since the evacuation of Ossus and the disappearance of Grandmaster Raaf - no, Corvus, Kaia's friend. She had heard news of the war. The Galactic Alliance's rise and the fall of the Republic. The hideous scorched earth policy of The One Sith, before they finally withdrew. She had been to those lands to lend aid, but found only ashes, death, and militarism. She had seen the Silver Jedi too, but found no place among them. For all the respect she had for the Heavenshields, she did not feel at home in an Order. What did it mean to be a Jedi these days? She did not know any more.

So she had settled for kindness and solitude.

The last five months, she had been working on Esha as a healer. The freckle-faced, blonde Miraluka hid well enough among the Echani, and they had taught her some of their ways. It took time, but she had found some acceptance into the smaller communities. This day, for example, she was going to visit an old swordsmith and tend to one of his old injuries; his knee was trapped under a clamp some months prior. He had healed well and continued his work, but she made regular visits to ensure that the bones set correctly.

On the way, she tapped the ground in front of her with her stick. She did not need it, but it made people rest a little easier. Not everyone were comfortable with a being who saw through the Force.

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[Seras Rose]

Seras had managed to get along reasonably well with the locals in the month or so she had been there. On the occasions she sparred with a few of them they were often suprised by her movements and actions, though she did not quite understand why. She did know that Echani tended to be able to understand people very keenly by how they acted, espcially when in combat. Perhaps that was it, or maybe it was something else. She did not know. But Seras did not mind the occasional sparrs, rare and uncommon as they were.

As she idly sketched she was also keeping an eye out for a person who was supposed to be arriving to aid her mentor. She had heard that it was a younger woman who wore a blind fold and carried around a cane to 'look' in front of her with. Well, that would be rather distinctive, so she didn't bother too much with keeping a sharp eye out as she continued her little sketch, which was not turning out so well. Sure enough she soon heard the tap-tapping of a cane against the ground not too far away. Seras put away her sketch pad and her pencil, looking over to the walking person. It was truely an odd sight to her, such a person in this age. Well, not that it really matterd, the persons state of blindness or not. Though she got the feeling that this person was a bit more then just a blind healer, she didn't have any basis for that though.

"Hello Ma'am. You are here to see Bladesmith Ren, yes?" Seras asked with a bit of a subdued and gentle tone.

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[Kaia Vullen]

Tap, tap, tap.

Her clothes were simple and well worn, bordering on tattered. The blonde hair was set into a pair of pigtails while the bangs were allowed to fall over her blindfold. Kaia was a petite figure, but with a certain bounce to her step and a perpetual smile that uncovered dimples in her freckled cheeks. One could easily take her for a teenager rather than an adult.

"Yes, is he in?"

Her smile widened as she tilted her head in the direction of the smith's assistant. Kaia's force-sight could see right through Seras in more ways than one. She wrinkled her nose for a second as she read how the Force flowed through the other girl. Jedi - Sith, dark - light, greys and even the nonexistent, she had been trained to read them all. Yet, she could not tell their history.

"I'm here to look at his leg again. How has Ren been doing? I presume it aches still."

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she tugged on one of the strands of blonde hair that hung down her forehead. The cane swivelled around her, bumping lightly into objects to map out the area around her.

"He won't tell me the full extent of his aches, the stubborn old man."

She looked at the sketch, but could barely see anything. Colours did not distinguish in the Force, so she saw only contours of the graphite's embossing. So, subtly, she tried to catch the image from the other girl's mind instead. It was not so much an intrusion as it was smelling the fumes of her mental cooking; reading surface thoughts, emotions, and images. This was how she diagnosed most her patients.

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[Seras Rose]

Seras found it odd. Not the tatterd and 'ratty' clothes, or the little skipping step that the young healer had. Rather it was her age that came as a suprise, she didn't appear much older the Seras herself, if any older. She had expect the healer to be a bit more physically grown, an adult basically or maybe even a bit in her prime. Not someone her own age. Her suprised delayed Seras's response for just a moment before she began to speak.

"Ah, yes, he is in. Complaining about the cold in the morning but that is about it."

Going by what she saw, it was certain that Seras was a lightsider for sure. Even if she did not have the strength one would expect from more 'matured' or seasoned people. At the very least she was not some darksider. Seras smiled a little at the 'stubborn old man' remark, nodding gently.

"That he is. An old man set in his ways. He has been an exceptional mentor though."

The image was of the shop from across the street, though only about a fourth of the way done. It was not anything amazing or note worthy and infact was if anything a little bland, plain. If Kaia was paticularly attentive, she might feel a odd feeling of internal conflict. Though it was only there for a moment before Seras gently stood up. Physically though, she was sound.

"He said that he is ready for you whenever you arrive, so we can go on in. I am Seras Rose, a pupil of Ren's. Though he didn't mention your name."

The young woman said as she stepped over to the door and opend it for the blind healer.

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[Kaia Vullen]

Aches in the morning, age would do that, but she'd keep it in mind. Of course, when already prodding, she caught up on the internal conflict. While not looking like it, Kaia did have a few years on Seras. It was mostly her petite figure and cheery outlook that made it appear otherwise. It was not unusual for young forceful beings experiencing conflict. Kaia had once been tempted by the dark, herself. However, with guidance, she had made it back to the light. Certainly, this young woman would too.

"Yes, he is a kind soul, and exceptional in his craft."

Being able to draw was something amazing to Kaia. She was not well versed in art, and practically unable to do so herself due to her particular kind of sight. So, what Seras would deem unworthy, she found to be quite exquisite.

"Kaia, Kaia Vullen."

It was not an Echani name, that one could tell. But why should she lieabout it? Kaia tapped her way inside, nodding a thank-you as she passed over the threshold.

"Master Ren, good afternoon. How are you today?"

The smile widened on her lips, the cane twirled between her fingers and came to rest on her shoulder.

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[Seras Rose]

Seras had figured going by the fact that Kaia was a healer that she probably atleast four years older the Grace herself. Not that she had any backing for that paticular thought, it just made sense.

"He tends to not like his kindness being pointed out though i have noticed."

When Seras had first started working and he helped her out with issues she was having, he tended to get a bit standoffish and shy around thank you's and such.

Seras's issue with her art was from lacking motivation. She didn't actually feel like drawing, so when she did like now, it came out poorly in her eyes.

"Good to meet you, take good care of him."

To Seras she didn't know how common, or uncommon, off worlders were here. She had seen several coming to the shop for her mentors wares, so to her it was not paticularly odd.

The main room of the shop was well lit as normal with varying weapons lining the walls. There were not many as Ryukai Len focused mostly on specialty orders and tailoring a weapon perfectly for an indiviual person.

"I have been better. Also been worse! It is starting to get cold again, blasted knee is starting to lock up on me. Nothing to bad, mostly just spats of it when i am working."

He said while grumbling, the man being unusualy large and broad chested compared to most Echani. What the Smith in question didn't say however is that he was working his leg more then he rightfully should.

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[Kaia Vullen]

"And you are giving it all the rest I told you to?"

Stepping deeper into the workshop, she leaned her cane on one of the workbenches and folded up the roomy sleeves on her tunic. Already, she had begun inspecting Ren's energy. Her sight peered through flesh and stone alike, more so than the average Miraluka. She could see the difference in density, stress, and amount of liquid in his leg. If he worked it too hard, it would swell in order to compensate.

"Rest is important if you want to recover."

Gesturing for him to sit, she rubbed her hands together to make them warm and watched his gait closely. How did he put his weight? Did he bend? Did he grimace? She had learned a lot from giving these treatments.

Despite her concentration, she thought back to Seras sitting outside. She could feel the will of the Force pulling on her attention. Kaia had to make a mental note of inquiring about her.

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[Seras Rose]

"Aaah, well... I have been having to work a lot recently. More orders then usual this month... Having an assistant has been good for my rest too though."

Master Ren followed her into the deeper part of the workshop, taking a seat as directed. It was rather clear quite quickly that he was not resting as he should have been. Slightly inflamed annd hard muscles from working kept the knee joint from being able to relax properly, likely the cause of the joints aches from the cold. The joint was still better then last time Kaia had come to take a look at it but not by much. Before he had shown only a little progress, but compared to other checkups there was more healing here then before.

When he walked it was only with a slight gait. A single little throng of pain made the muscles in his right leg tighten as he walked and took a seat. It bent well enough but the bending caused a throbbing ache which did make him grimace just a bit as the Echani swordsmith took his seat, his passive face only just hiding his nervousness.

Seras meanwhile took a seat at the front of the store and read a book on smithing that Len had recommended. She had known that her mentor was having trouble with his knee, though not the specifics. So she had tried to be more helpful and proactive in doing things without needing his help, though doing that had met mixed results.

[member="Kaia Vullen"]

 

[Kaia Vullen]

"You can't take on everything. If you do not give your leg rest, then it will never get better. Then how will you work?"

He was a tough old man, and he soldiered through the pain. She respected that as a Jedi and once warrior, but as a healer, it was something she could not accept. When he sat, she knelt down and put her hands on the inflamed areas. Her hands were deceptively strong for her small stature, but her pressure was not intrusive. Rather, a warmth would spread from her palms and into the leg. Not the warmth of a fever, but a the gentle warmth of the morning sun. or a cup of warm tea in a cold evening.

"What about your assistant? How is she?"

The pain would begin to subside thanks to the force healing she was using to help him, but this was different from knitting together cuts and bruises, or mending broken bones. She was fighting the natural atrophy of the body, and he did not make it easy for her. Kaia's hands moved, revealing a faint glow between her palms as she squeezed down on his thigh and moved her hands down over the knee carefully.

"She seems nice, competent?"

Kaia's eyeless sight turned to Seras for a moment and she could see the way the Force acted on her - through her. 'Confused perhaps?'

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[Seras Rose]

"But i... You know. My work and all..."

He had started to say, before heaving a light sigh and nodding. She was right of course, he knew it. He just had a combination of stubborness and love for his work that made admitting it rather hard. The man kept still as he felt the warmth starting to run through his knee, managing to keep still while she did her work, resting against the back of his chair.

"Mmm? If you mean physically, fit as a newly made blade. Doesn't get in the way much, manages to help out rather well."

When the pain faded away, so did the tenseness in his body, the aging man reilived as the pain gently faded away. He knew he was getting on in years, but he was getting on in years doing what he wanted at his own pace. Though he supposed at this point, he needed to slow down a bit to keep up doing the work he had devoted his life too.

"Competent? Reasonably so. Though, when she first came by she knew very little. She managed to suprise me though, took to the forge like sparks to a fire. I have to admit i would be worse off if she hadn't stopped by." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he admitted such.

"Bit hard to get a read on i suppose." He added as an afterthought.

Seras was a lightside person, but the normal peace that normally came with such was conflicted by strong feelings regarding herself. While she was 'stable' and was not about to go wild or the like, the conflict was no small thing. It showed even to a degree in her actions. Small things, like the occasional shift of her feet, eyes gazing off somewhere distant. Or perhaps more accurately inwards, towards herself.

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[Kaia Vullen]

Kaia's head nodded perpetually as he spoke. The constant hint of a smile on her lips widened into a knowing face as she connected the dots between Ren's words and what she could see in Seras, both her mannerism and how the Force shaped and twisted inside her. She had not seen a forceful person for a long while now. Quite honestly, she had avoided them. Perhaps she had even avoided her own responsibility to the code and to the path she once had trodden.

"It was as though she simply knew how to shape the metal? As though the work itself was intuitive to her, or as if she was guided, perhaps."

Kaia's hands moved back up to Ren's knee, then separated. One remained at the knee, while the other traced down along the front of the shin. A shiny film of sweat was already beginning to form on Kaia's forehead, but there was no fatigue in her hands. Between her hands, there seemed to stretch a faint line of light, submerged in the old man's leg. To Kaia, it was like a line drawn of light itself; pure positive energy drawn from the Living Force.

"She is kind, but confused. Her mind wanders, and she seeks to wander with it, but- "

The blind girl's head twitched slightly. The way she spoke had changed, as though the words merely escaped from her lips, rather than formulating in her mind. They read like letters from a book: straightforward, factual, calm.

"She is afraid? Conflicted. Though, her attachment to you and to this place, that helps her."

The smile spread into a smirk as her voice returned to normal and Kaia removed her hands from the smith's leg. She stood up and looked into the bag at her side. Hands rummaged through it, looking for an ointment she had prepared.

"You should focus on teaching her. She is ready and she will serve you well, once she is properly polished" Her head turned up towards Ren "And it will help you with the workload."

She produced a round container from her bag and offered it to the large, ageing man. She had decided she wished to speak further to Seras before she left. There was much to ask, and it had been so long since she last saw another forceful being.

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[Seras Rose]

Ryukai noticed that little, constant nodding of her head as well as the smile playing across her lips, choosing to keep silent while she worked and seemed to be thinking on something. As it turns out he was right in his thoughts, nodding a bit at what she first said as her handds rose back up to his knee and then seperated. He only just saw the faint line of light but he had grown, to a degree anyways used to this spectacle of the force. The Echani bladesmith naturally knew very little about it all, but he did know of it and had since come to know far more.

"Well. You are right on the first part for sure. It does sometimes feel like she already knows about an error in her work before i even point it out, or she notices it herself. Even seems suprised by it sometimes."

The smith said with a little inclination of his head, noticing her expression and tone return to normal. He reached up a hand, scratching his chin though his beard in thought for a moment.

"Mmm... She helps with the workload plenty already. Wether she would stay though... Well. I suppose we will have to see won't we?"

He said, electing to stay in his nice and comfortable chair for the moment after taking the container and looking curiously inside before setting it on a table. Forcers were curious people, that was for sure.

In the mean time, Seras had continued to pour over her book, it taking the majority of her attention. Her attention would be taken out of it though when Kaia came back through the door that seperated the workshop and the store itself.

"How did it go? All well, anything i should know?"

She asked, standing up and setting her book down as she looked over to Kaia, a tint of concern and worry in her voice.

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[Kaia Vullen]

"We will, Master Ren. We will. -Now, use the ointment regularly. Better a little too much than too little. And keep your knee elevated sometimes. It should help with the pain."

The cylinder contained a murky brown paste with a rather pungent scent, even for a swordsmith on Eshan. It was concocted from various local ingredients and some off-world goods she found in the towns, traded in through the larger spaceports and distributed across the planet.

Kaia gripped her stick and tapped her way over to Seras in silence, but found herself greeted by Seras as she crossed through the door. The girl's spacial awareness made Kaia's smile broaden for a moment, but it slipped back into a casual smirk.

"He needs more rest. Keep him sitting, as often as you can. I know that is not easy."

She noted the concern popping up. Though its motivations were unclear to Kaia. Were they selfish? Without Ren, Seras would have no work. That could be reason for concern. Likewise, it could be she was genuinely concerned for the smith's well being. It was difficult to tell.

"Excuse me if I intrude, but I am curious. How did you come into Master Ren's service?"

She gestured for Seras to sit again, and moved towards a seat herself. Stick tapping in front of her and hand brushing through the air to find a stool. She did not need these tactile tools to see, but the charade had become so ingrained in her by now, it was hard to let go.

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[Seras Rose]

Ren's nose wrinkled at the smell of the ointment as the smell reached his nose. He didn't comment on it, but he didn't give the cylinder a freindly look as he took it and placed it on his desk.

"I will make sure to, smell and all."

Seras nodded and sighed in relief as she heard all was well. for now at least. She could handle making sure he got more rest, well, some how any ways.

"Alright. I will make sure it happens ma'am. Though, as you say, it won't be easy."

Seras knew Ren's personality rather well at this point. It would indeed not be easy, not at all to do. When it came to her motivations, she was not giving out any paticularly negative feelings or the like. Nothing like greed or selfishness any ways.

"How i came here huh? That is a rather complicated one."

The young woman said, taking a seat again and furrowing her brow in thought. Should she tell this stranger, or no? She couldn't really decide. But after several moments she chose to share how. Because she got an inkling that if she didn't, she might regret it.

"It started with a mistake, i suppose. What happend there is a story all its own, so lets leave it aside for now." Seras said, looking down at her right leg. Something that Kaia might have noticed was a bit of odd movement from Seras. Favoritism of her left leg over her right, though why exactly was hard to tell.

"It nearly left me a cripple. Maybe in a way it did. I ended up leaving the people, the Jedi who i was with because of it. I left even my lightsaber behind, though throwing it away would be more accurate."

There was no malice or ill feelings twoards the people she had left in her words. Rather, those feelings and thoughts were turned strictly to herself, inwards. When she made the remark about bein nearly left a cripple, she raised her right foot and brought it down onto the floor. The boot she wore made a metallic clinking sound, followed by the sound of a spring compressing. Kaia being a healer could likely recognise the sound of a walk assistant made to support a still healing heel tendon.

"I wanderd for a bit, helped out when and where i could. But the lack of that something, that blade that add to who i am.. Well, call me a sentimental warrior, but i honestly feel a bit empty without it."

Seras admitted sheepishly, shifting a bit in her seat. She couldn't lie that her reasons for seeking out Master Ren had been initiatly far more self driven then anything else.

"Eventually i just, ended up here. Followed a few suggestions and contacts, met Master Ren. I hadn't planned to stay much longer then i needed to build myself a blade. But, well, you know his condiition and situation even better then i do. I can't, wont, just up and leave. I can even find myself enjoying it here. Maybe i have just been entranced by the flying of the sparks as the hammer strikes the metal, hmm?"

Seras said, ending her explination on a light note with a little giggle. She wouldn't call how she felt after explaining it all better, but it wasn't worse either.

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[Kaia Vullen]

Kaia sat down and listened, giving the occasional nod or ambiguous vocalisation to show that she was listening. She sat quite still, not fidgeting nor moving restlessly in any way. Somehow, no matter where she was, Kaia appeared quite comfortable and at the same time non-intrusive. It was something that came with the gentle, passive nature she had nurtured as a Jedi: A Jedi did not flaunt.

"So you were a Jedi?"

A Jedi who cast away their lightsabre was one who cast away themselves. The sword was the heart of the Jedi, the Jedi served the heart of the Force. All was connected. There was no judgement in Kaia's voice, she knew all too well what it meant to see a just cause corrupted and to turn one's back to it.

By combination of the injury, severe as it was, and the way she had sworn off her former allegiance, Kaia would have guessed it was combat that had defined her. With Sera's age and the fact that the tendon had not yet healed, cross referenced with the story she had heard from Master Ren and from Seras herself, Kaia could narrow her former allegiance down to one out of two factions: The Galactic Alliance or The Order of the Silver Jedi.

Kaia herself had known both.

"Can I see your leg?"

She leaned the stick on a counter and opened her palms towards Seras.

"I'll be gentle." A gentle smile spread over her lips again, deepening the dimples in her cheeks.

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[Seras Rose]

Seras herself was quite the oppisite of still. Shifting, restless, not content with however she happend to be sitting it seemed. She had never been a paticularly 'calm' person. Seras liked to do things, even if it was as simple as sketching. That restlessness of hers had however noteably grown of late. Rather then any desire to flaunt, it was a strong desire to do. Even if the person in question did not know what it was they wanted to do.

"Mhmm. I was."

Seras said with a simple little nod. She did not have any regrets about that paticular choice, that decision she made to leave that day. Regardless of the many other thoughts she had on the matter, regret was not one of them. Her regrets were placed else where, with the 'mistake' she mentioned before. And that was a story she was not so sure she could tell so readily.

"My leg?"

The young woman asked, a bit suprised. After a moment however, she nodded and very gently took off the metal brace and spring assistant. It took her several careful moments to slip off the boot and all but she managed it, carefully laying the leg out for her to look at.

It was not a shallow wound. A good deal of force had gone into the cut that severd the tendon. It was fortunately done by a blade, not a lightsaber. Though the deepness and the fact that it had cut right through her boots heel showed the skill of whoever pulled off the attack. Not even Seras herself actually knew who it was, though she was sure she didn't want to meet them again.

"Been like that for a while now. Tendons are slow to heal, don't exactly have bacta i can dunk it in on a regular basis either. I put patches on it regularly though."

She said simply, the area indeed showing sighns of being properly treated though it still had quite a ways to go untill it was fully and properly healed. It was thanks to the mechanical assist that she was able to do her current job at all, though considering the extent of the damage even so it was not likely she was having an easy time of it with the strenuous strain involved in blacksmithing.

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