Unsealing Fate

[Thal Mantis]

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Shadowlands, Cartel Slaving Operation​

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Thal had no father. No mother. No siblings. None that he knew of. He was alone, all alone in this galaxy. He had snippets of memory. But this was the end. He was convinced that his legacy of undying was about to end. There would be no reconciliation. No mystery to find out who he was. Where he was from. If he was even human. He had followed them here. To a place known as the Shadowlands. A Cartel of some kind. He killed them all.​

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He killed them all. No mercy. There wasn't an ounce left in his body. But they had got him too. A deep gash on his chest. An explosion that sent him flying. He wasn't sure what happened. Maybe one of them tried to throw it at him. Maybe. Maybe it was the galaxy attempting to right the wrong, give him some semblance of peace. Go down fighting. He was always good at that.​

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There was a shadow above him, breaking through the rising sun's rays peaking through the forest. A Wookie, by what he could determine based on the silhouette. He felt light. Like he was floating. Blood loss and the concussion was doing that to him. He was struggling to breathe. Everything was wrong. Everything felt off.​

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Silver Rest, Medical Center​

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He was being carried upwards. Away from the Shadowlands. Towards the rising sun. Or towards the light. Towards the force, as he understood it. How little he understood, he realized. He was laid down, and rushed. Voices, unintelligible in their language. Basic. Whatever the wookie spoke. He could not understand it at all. He faded in and out. He had nothing left but a strand. He reached out and touched one of the people near him. Too blurry.​

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Looked like a man, but he could be wrong.​

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[member="Ye Hyonu"]​

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]On call shifts were never Hyonu’s favorite shift. Though they had to take turns especially since the Grandmaster of the entire order was the top healer. She had other matters to attend to, so the rest of them had to up their game. Tonight, was interesting, his comm went off and he arrived at the medical center in the quickest fashion. Charts had been sent over and while he was walking briskly he went over them. The patient in question was something and someone different. He wasn’t part of the order, but a stranger. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A pair of thin framed glasses hung off the Jedi’s nose as he continued reading the chart. His timing impeccable as he arrived at the same time the patient did. Thin robes covered with a white coat hung off the man’s body as he walked beside the bed that wheeled the patient through the doors of surgery. As the bed moved through the doors, a hand reached out for him. Probably the first time in his entire career, the Seoulian doctor looked down and felt sorrow for the patient. The hand that reached out soon found comfort within the Jedi’s – the cold exterior that Hyonu was known for faded for that moment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“It’s going to be okay.”[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=10pt]Several days later…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The soft sound of a heart monitor echoed in the small single room. On the table beside the sleeping boy was some food, a simple sandwich with ham and cheese along with a chocolate pudding cup. The same man as before hovered over him doing a check over of the wounds that were healing. The waiting game was something no doctor liked to play. Hands moved over the patient as a calm washed over the doctor and the force flowed from him in a warm sensation into the deeper wounds. Force healing another additive to the doctor’s repertoire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Quietly, Hyonu wondered what the lad had gotten himself into. [/SIZE]

 

[Thal Mantis]

Pale blue eyes shot open. The Force, flowed through Thal like a fire in his veins, coursing through him. He had no self-control, no restraint. Never had in his life. He never needed it. A slave and fighter since birth, Thal had to fight for everything- and he was no longer fighting for his life.

A hand reached out and lashed out at a healer near him, smashing the poor Jedi against the wall. Jedi were a lot of things, but expecting a man like Thal to wake up- mid surgery, mid-healing and attack them, they were not. The dark side flowed through him, rage- pure, unfiltered rage, right where this doctor didn't want to be.

Thal looked at the sandwich, then at the doctor, after assaulting one of the helpers that [member="Ye Hyonu"] was with. Thal was weak, but he was still....a presence. Over six feet, and weighing well over two hundred pounds, the brute was nothing short of, at the least, physically impressive. Pale blue eyes looked between the doctor and the sandwich as he sat up on the bed, some of his wounds reopening. Thal, not only being awake was a trait in of itself- but to moving as violently as he was, was another testament to his rage. Or to the fact that he was so attuned to the dark side, so unable to control it.

He spoke in Bocce, a sort of lingua franca among spacers and vagabonds. He only spoke Huttese and Bocce. Hopefully whoever this was, could understand him.

<"Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?">

The man demanded, sitting back on the bed, trying to find a weapon. The plate would do well. Smash it and stab him with the pieces. If he couldn't smash it- he'd bash his skull in with it. Over. And over.

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]Seeing his coworker being flung into the wall, didn’t disturb the Master Healer. The one thing that needed to not happen was for the Jedi to react to the man’s violence. If they did, Thal could take it as a sign of action and continue his behavior. Hyonu stopped the healing and took a step back to take note of the action. He could feel the dark side in the boy, but he didn’t let it turn him away. Wounds opened and the Doctor just watched and waited. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Words came and the Jedi nodded. It seemed he didn’t feel like speaking basic or he didn’t know basic at all. This meant that Hyonu would need to equip his staff with Master Nooran’s clever invention the Babel Protocol Assistant. It would help with translations, but Hyonu knew Bocce from his time when he would work with the vagabonds of this galaxy. Clearing his throat, the doctor pulled from his memory the language. He was a bit rusty, but the accent flowed nicely along with the pronunciation of the words.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]<"I’m a Doctor – you’re hurt pretty bad.”> Pausing, he sent a mental message to one of the nurses to come get the other healer that was thrown against the door. Hyonu figured he would need to handle this on his own. He smiled towards the lad that was looking at the food. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]<"That is for you. You are at the Silver Rest, with the Silver Jedi. We retrieved you after you were badly injured. You’re safe, there is nothing here that will harm you.”> A hand moved towards the food, scooting the plate towards Thal.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]<"You should eat, you’ll feel better”>[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]<"What’s your name?”>[/SIZE]


[member="Thal"]

 

[Thal Mantis]

<"Thanks for the reminder. Wasn't aware of that.">

Came the curt reply from the brute as he reached out for the sandwich. It was gone with a few savage, uncivilized bites. He licked his fingers clean, locking eyes with the Jedi before him.

He seemed to be indifferent to the fact that he flung someone across the room.

<"My name is Thal.">

He stated bluntly, leaning back further on the bed. Blood oozed out of his reopened wounds, staining the white fabric beneath the bed and the floor under his feet. He grimaced, feeling the stinging sensation again. Hurt worse to heal than to get hurt.

<"What do they call you? Are you a Jedi?">

[member="Ye Hyonu"]