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Galahad's eyes burned with pain as they slowly opened. The infirmary's lights, though likely not too bright, burned oppressively into his unfocused and unaccustomed pupils. He was disoriented and confused, his brain being assaulted by multiple sensations at once. How long had he been asleep? Why was he asleep in the first place? Where was he? Something bad had happened, but he couldn't remember...
...but then he did, and it all hit him like a wave crashing into a cliffside. The assault on the hangar. The explosion, the pain, the betrayal. Seeing Grandmaster Sige right before he was vaporized. The feeling of helplessness and being unable to stop the events unfolding before him before it all went black.
Galahad blinked several more times as he attempted to sit up. His brow furrowed as pain spiked violently through his right leg. He hadn't fully healed, it seemed. Glancing over at the table beside his bed, Galahad eyed his holocom among some medical tools. He grasped the device and opened it up to find a message waiting for him from the Order.
Due to the severity of your injuries making you unfit for active duty, you are hereby honourably discharged from your post as Temple Guard. Take this time to recover and meditate on your next course of action. May the Force be with you.
The Knight dropped the holocom into his lap, a sigh of defeat escaping his lips. The world he knew was crumbling around him. What was he going to do now? Maybe he'd join the efforts against the Sith Empire. Surely his leg wasn't that bad, right?
Defiant, Galahad sat upright and attempted to stand up straight. His right leg spasmed in pain before it gave out beneath him, leaving him sitting on the edge of the bed gasping for air. This was ridiculous, he couldn't even stand up. He had to get better. He would still be able to fight. He refused to believe he'd be bedridden for the rest of his life. For now, he just sat on the edge of his bed to catch his breath.
...but then he did, and it all hit him like a wave crashing into a cliffside. The assault on the hangar. The explosion, the pain, the betrayal. Seeing Grandmaster Sige right before he was vaporized. The feeling of helplessness and being unable to stop the events unfolding before him before it all went black.
Galahad blinked several more times as he attempted to sit up. His brow furrowed as pain spiked violently through his right leg. He hadn't fully healed, it seemed. Glancing over at the table beside his bed, Galahad eyed his holocom among some medical tools. He grasped the device and opened it up to find a message waiting for him from the Order.
Due to the severity of your injuries making you unfit for active duty, you are hereby honourably discharged from your post as Temple Guard. Take this time to recover and meditate on your next course of action. May the Force be with you.
The Knight dropped the holocom into his lap, a sigh of defeat escaping his lips. The world he knew was crumbling around him. What was he going to do now? Maybe he'd join the efforts against the Sith Empire. Surely his leg wasn't that bad, right?
Defiant, Galahad sat upright and attempted to stand up straight. His right leg spasmed in pain before it gave out beneath him, leaving him sitting on the edge of the bed gasping for air. This was ridiculous, he couldn't even stand up. He had to get better. He would still be able to fight. He refused to believe he'd be bedridden for the rest of his life. For now, he just sat on the edge of his bed to catch his breath.
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