The Elder [Jedi Mission]

[Valen Pelora]

Valen followed the Elder down the hallway. His mind was thrown wide as he searched the Force. He trusted the Elder, to a point. He would not let them be caught unaware in a compromising situation. Desperate men would do desperate things. He might take that chance with his own life but not with Lanna. The walk was blessedly short. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves as the door was pushed open. The importance of this was not lost on him. He stepped into the room and suppressed a cringe. It was far worse than he thought.

The Force was heavy with despair, dripping with sickness. He had felt this before. The Elder’s grandson was near death and fighting for his life. Valen could sense the apprehension in Lanna. She felt what he felt. He placed his hand on Lanna’s shoulder and gave her a small nod. He knelt at the man’s bedside and placed his hands on the man’s head. He took a deep breath and looked at Lanna. He kept his voice low.

“The sickness runs deep. We have to join our strength and even that may not be enough. If we are going to do this you must be prepared to give all of yourself. Anything less and we will fail.” He looked down at the diseased body and back at Lanna. “May the Force be with us.” He took one deep breath and dove into the Lightside. He drank deeply of the Force, pulling in as much of the Light as he could bare. His body shuddered as he pushed as far as he could. No holding back. Valen set to work. He explored every inch of the grandson’s body. He burned out disease, he repaired flesh, and urged the body to heal. He could feel his body tiring by the second. He could feel the strain on his mind. He pushed it aside. He kept working, urging Lanna to stay with him. He could not do this alone.

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[Zenya]

Hands hovering cautiously over the man's skin, she narrowed her eyes and focussed with every fiber of her mind. The way she works was tedious, and exhorting, but she found it to be the most effective way. Basically, she visualized breathing life into a small part of his body.

She focussed on his eyes and head, while Valen went about his own healing process. He moved much faster than Lanna, but the girl still worked hard to perfect the little she did accomplish.

Eventually, the young man began to regain lucidity. The color came back to his skin, and the glassy fog over his eyes began to reseed.

Nearing the end of their healing routine, they heard a croak, come from deep down inside the man's throat. Lanna paused, and turned her head to observe the man's sudden movement.

"I'm starving," he murmured.

Lanna's jaw dropped in relief, and she looked up at the general through gleaming eyes.

"Would you look at that," she said quietly. "It looks like your Grandson is doing a lot better now, than previously," she said to the Elder, pulling her hands away, and smoothing down her cloak. "Fantastic work, Master Pelora." She really did admire his skills. "The Jedi are devoted to peace, and Order. But most of all, healing." It was a typical thing to say, but when you really stripped it down, that's what the Jedi were in constant stride towards.

She could only hope, the Elder would have a much more open mind than previously.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen felt exhaustion pulling at his mind. The healing was quickly taking a toll on his body. Even with Lanna’s help the grandson was very ill. Great things could be accomplished with the Force but healing was decidedly different. You could only push the body so far before it broke. A healing could only do what the body could do. If the healing was not performed properly it could exhaust the patient to the point of death. Thankfully, the Elder’s grandson had a strong will to live. Valen fought hard to finish what they had started. In a moment, it all snapped into place. The man’s body had stopped struggling for every single breath. His chest began to move with easy breathing. Valen smiled and opened his eyes, sweat plastered his brow. His knees ached. His body and mind were tired. He smiled at Lanna and again patted her on the back. This was truly good work. He stood and locked eyes with the Elder.

“We are not perfect. We have made many mistakes but we are trying to be better. Tython was our home. Even those of us that left were still tied there, it’s gone. The Temple of the Whills was our first home. There are times in our life when we need to go home to find ourselves. That is all we ever asked, a chance to come home. Your grandson is safe. Please keep a careful eye on him for the next few days, he will be very tired.”

He turned and headed towards the door. He did not look at the Elder as he left. He reached the door, hoping he had played this correctly.

“Wait.” Valen turned and looked at the Elder again. “I was wrong. I have been a stubborn old man. I will spread the word of what you have done for me, the City will open its arms to Jedi. Do not make me regret this.”

He smiled. “I will live my life making sure you don’t.” Valen turned and walked from the door. Finally, it was over. The Jedi were coming home.

OOC: End thread

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