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[Ran Serys]

Ran sat at the bedside of the Mikkian Jedi Knight, Rota. Beside her was Rota's younger sister, the Jedi Padawan, Tora. Things were beginning to look grim for the sickly Rota. Ran struggled to look him in the eye. She felt partially responsible. After all, her decision for the Enclave to be low technology was biting the Jedi in the keister. No medical droids, no modern machines, just the knowledge bestowed upon them by Jedi records of the past, and even with the knowledge they possessed, they lacked an experienced hand.

Together, Ran and Tora, waited for Rota to get better, but more importantly they waited for a Jedi with more medical knowledge and more talent for healing than they would ever know what to do with. Unbeknownst to them, they were waiting for Amani Serys.

Ran had sent an early word to the Jedi Council of Rota's mysterious illness and the Enclave on Selvaris' inability to treat it. And so they sat and awaited a speedy arrival by one of the Jedi's best. Who that would be Ran was unsure of, until she felt a familiar presence touch down onto the planet. Could it be? Ran questioned but immediately knew the answer. It was her very own cousin, The Jedi Master and Councilor, Amani Serys, come to save Rota and possibly the entirety of the Selvaris Enclave from sickness.

Amani Serys​

 

[Amani Serys]

It seemed Ran had been busy. Not only was she back full-time with the NJO, but she was operating her own Enclave. Amani could appreciate the philosophy of limiting technological interference, though as current events proved, that could also be to one's detriment. Such advances had their place, especially when it came to medical matters, but the importance of them wasn't always clear until they were needed. Hence, why Amani was on her way now.

The Leaf on the Wind touched down at the landing site of the Selvaris Enclave, and The Chief Healer stepped out to make her arrival known to the Enclave's membership.

Ran Serys​

 

[Ran Serys]

One of the few Jedi padawans that resided on Selvaris appeared in the entrance way of the emergency medical tent with news. “Master Serys!” The human boy said half-winded as he’d just sprinted down to them. “The Leaf on the Wind just touched down and Master- Umm- Serys is here.” He hesitated as he only now realized the two mirialan were connected by familial ties.

“I know, Padawan Lo.” He cocked his head unsure of how she could’ve known. He thought maybe she was expected, but Master Serys hadn’t made the Enclave aware of a Jedi Councilor’s visit. “She may be here to help with Master Rota. Escort her here. Would you, Lo?” Ran requested. “Of course, Master Serys!” She watched the young boy beam as he’d been given a task he no doubt deemed important.

Ran stared at Rota who gave little response to the boy’s entrance and exit. It was a reminder that she didn’t want to leave his side, or maybe couldn’t. The truth of the matter was that Ran was afraid of what could happen if she or Tora left to interact with the rest of the enclave. Could they spread Rota’ illness? Ran felt fine now, but Rota was also fine until he wasn’t. No. Ran would wait for a professional opinion before taking a risk like that.

As Ran could hear Lo’s high voice returning with Amani, telling her all about the layout and the goings-on of the Enclave, Ran put a hand on the mentally far-away Tora’s shoulder and got up to greet Amani at the tent’s entrance. “Your brother will be okay. I can feel it.” Ran said hopefully but also instinctually to Tora. In recent months Ran’s skill for divining the future had seldom proved wrong. Still, Amani would sense a tinge of fear and guilt in her cousin's force aura. Ran was having a hard time letting this instance, along with the enclave's medical shortcomings go.

Amani Serys​