Private Seeing Green

[Iona Starchaser]

Finding a Warden in the Sky to train her was next to impossible. Such was their nature. They traveled the space lanes alone, and if they encountered someone who they felt had the ability to be a Warden, then that person was selected for training. It wasn't a system where one could put themselves up for teaching, one had to be found. Despite staying in nothing but the space lanes she hadn't come across any Wardens. Or if she did, Iona apparently wasn't special enough to be selected.

Now she was at a crossroads. She was going to go on a hunt for a holocron from a Warden to train herself. If no one else was going to step up to the plate then she would train herself. Do her own thing. Blaze her own path. At sixteen, she was tired of waiting. Jedi Temple studies were boring, she never excelled, nor did she ever want to be a 'traditional' Jedi like the rest of the Starchasers.

First, some first aid.

Iona had been in a scuffle at a bar ; she didn't start it or was involved, more in the literal crossfire, only to get shot in the hand. She had wrapped it up but being creditless and hitchhiking in the spacelanes meant there had been no money for a hospital. She had to return back to the Jedi for medical care. Iona was positive it was potentially getting infected, but again, with no credits for bacta her options were returning to the Jedi.

Yay.

So here she was in their temporary ship, the Jedi Temple destroyed, sitting in a chair waiting to be be seen. Apparently the Jedi Knight, Shan Pavond , was some type of medical genius. Given she needed her hand to fight and fly and....everything, it seemed she at least picked the right Jedi to run back to.

 

[Shan Pavond]

"So. Iona Starchaser. Huh. Haven't heard of you before. Don't mean that as an offense. Just checkin' over some things, don't mind me."

Shan flipped through the datapad, looking about the repot to do with Iona. It was mostly sparse. Made sense, she didn't seem like she was hanging around with the Jedi that much. Someone on their own path. Huh, if it wasn't for Zaiya Ceti , he might have been going down the same path as Iona. Maybe his path wouldn't be as risky as her's. Going to a university to study medicine. But in his eyes, teaching Zaiya was more important than learning himself. She was part of the next generation.

"Alright. How urgently do you need to get back to whatever you were doing? Bacta isn't much of a viable option right now. It's needed for those who were at Coruscant. I can wrap it up for you, maybe use the Force to help accelerate your healing but I'm not going to use too much of it. I don't mean that in a bad way, but there are people in more critical conditions right now."

Iona Starchaser

 

[Iona Starchaser]

Excuse me for existing.

Iona sighed.Right, Jedi in battle for Coruscant and all that. Part of a sect of Jedi known in a small territory called the Levantine Sanctum, Iona had spent most of her time and energy and life in the Outer Rim. Even now, her escapades were taking her on adventures in the Corporate Sector, Centrality Region and along various space lanes far away from the Core.

Either way, most folks she knew in her circle weren't too interested in holding on to Coruscant. Probably why most of them had drifted out to the Tingel Arm to begin with.

The teenage Mirialan held up her injured, bandaged hand.

"I just need to know how not to get it infected and on a budget of no credits."

Shan Pavond

 

[Shan Pavond]

"On a budget of no credits? That's going to be an issue. It'll need to be regularly cleaned as it heals. If you're constantly on the move, that's going to make it even harder with all of the dirt and gunk that's out in the Galaxy. Honestly, I'd suggest you stay in a somewhat sterile environment. So you're probably going to have to stay here. I'm sure there's a bed somewhere."

Shan ran his hand through his hair, sighing to himself. This was potentially going to be an issue in his mind. She seemed stubborn enough that she wasn't going to take a no for an answer but that was the only answer he could give her. Even if he used the Force, there was still a chance it could get infected if she didn't take proper rest. And he was sure she'd rather keep her hand than lose it because she wanted to use it instead.

Iona Starchaser

 

[Iona Starchaser]

Iona gave Shan Pavond a withering stare that only a teenage girl could give.

"Stay here? In the medical bay? For a flesh wound?" The Mirialan shook her head, long raven hair following with her movements. "I'm sorry Knight Pavond but wouldn't that take up 'valuable resources' that those who were at Coruscant' could use?"

Using his own words against him. Wise? In her mind of course it was. Shoulders squared and she thought of a compromise. Technically Shan couldn't hold her and for sure she was not staying. A few hours at the most. After all she would have to find a spacer to take her on their ship in exchange for working on board. She wasn't making any credits yet and wondered how one even acquired a ship.

Without asking the rich Coren Starchaser for one, of course.

"How about you just give me medical supplies? Write it off on your taxes as charity."

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan was used to dealing with teenage girls. He had been a padawan not long ago, and he just shook his head towards Iona, letting out a small sigh at that, running his hand down his face.

"Using a free bed isn't a valuable resource. If you think a bed is that valuable, maybe it would be best for you to stay here in that case."

Using his own words against him wasn't going to work either as he checked over the datapad again, tapping his chin in thought at the deal, shaking his head afterwards however. He technically didn't think he'd be allowed to give out the medical supplies. It wasn't that he didn't trust Iona. It was just...well, he didn't trust her at the end of the day.

"A better thing to give to charity is a warm bed and a hot meal until they're ready to go. I'm not going to let someone say that I'm not taking care of my patients. How are you even going to get anywhere afterwards? You'll just get mugged probably and have the equipment stolen."

Iona Starchaser

 

[Iona Starchaser]

Shan Pavond

Iona held up her injured, bandaged hand. She was in total disbelief. What happened to species pride? Mirialan watching out for Mirialan? Or....something like that! Either way, she was mildly offended that this Jedi Healer would suggest she would just be mugged. She hadn't been mugged yet, and it had been almost a year of her being on the hyperlanes alone.

Hell, she even helped with a casino heist!

"Equipment?!" A shake of her arm. "Its just bandages and ointment, no equipment is involved!"

 

[Shan Pavond]

"Bandages and ointment. Out into a Galaxy where there's a war going on, that might as well be pure unfiltered credits to the more scum-filled parts of the Galaxy. I got mugged enough times as a kid to know that even the base necessities are more valuable than you might think at the end of the day."

It was true. Shan was used to getting his butt kicked when he was a child, getting mugged for all of the medical equipment he'd spend his allowance on. It was in his way, his attempt to try and protect his fellow Mirialan. After all, he was just trying to make sure she was alright. That just meant she'd have to stay here for a bit in his mind. That way she wouldn't have to risk losing her hand.

Iona Starchaser

 

[Iona Starchaser]

"Very well."

Iona stood, grabbing her bag. She gave a short, curt bow out of sheer respect to Shan Pavond . She wasn't a total brat, despite the other Mirialan most likely thinking otherwise at this point. She just had a very specific way she wanted to live her life. Sitting around, taking up a bed like some type of invalid wasn't on the list of how to live one's life.

Now, was she going to let her hand rot off? Not at all. She had performed a casino heist with the others. Iona could easily steal bandages from a drugstore. It wasn't ideal to steal, but she typically chose massive chain corporations so mom-and-pop operations wouldn't feel a hit. The chain corporations most likely had all of their theft covered by insurance so it didn't make her feel bad.

"Thank you for your time, Jedi Knight Pavond. My apologies to waste it. May the Force be with you in these trying times."

Time to leave. First on her list ; hitting up that drugstore.