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The ship coasted under limited power to the planet below. The casino ship jumped into hyperspace not long after he left hanger bay. Dyce managed to set the ship's auto pilot to take him to the nearest medical facility before he blacked out.
The light was so dark it almost blinded him. He couldn't see past his hands, but they weren't his hands. True they were attatched to his arms, which weren't his arms; but he had no control over them.
Where am I?
I don't know.
What's going on?
I don't know.
Who are you?
I am you.
Who am I?
You are me.
Who are We?
There came no answer.
Doctor. Take a look at this.
The nurse pointed to the young man's tattoo, it was shifting shape and colour as the man convulsed. They'd found him when his ship landed nearby the medical facility and started to emit a distress call that automatically notified anyone receiving it that the pilot was in a critical condition, some sort of safety mechanism built into the luxury cruiser. They ahd managed to stabalise him easily enough. The deep laceration wound to his abdomen wasn't as easy to fix but after a short surgery they had put him into the kolto tank and hoped for the best. The doctor checked the vitals chart and had another look at the tattoo.
Hmm. I've seen these before. They're generally used on psychiactric patients. The ink used reacts to chemical imbalances in the patient's nervous system. You see, the nervous system is connected directly to the brain and when certain chemical reactions happen in the brain the tattoo changes shape or colour or sometimes both. They use them to see when a patient is on the verge of a breakdown or similar. Though more recently they're being used as gang marks or fasion accessories. But by his equipment I would guess that he's none of those. Only Jedi and Sith carry lightsabers. Get me a DNA work-up, I want to cross reference it with the Jedi database.
Yes Doctor.
The nurse left the kolto room while the doctor looked at the man in the tank. He'd stopped convulsing, but he'd been doing that ever since they put him in there.
The light was so dark it almost blinded him. He couldn't see past his hands, but they weren't his hands. True they were attatched to his arms, which weren't his arms; but he had no control over them.
Where am I?
I don't know.
What's going on?
I don't know.
Who are you?
I am you.
Who am I?
You are me.
Who are We?
There came no answer.
Doctor. Take a look at this.
The nurse pointed to the young man's tattoo, it was shifting shape and colour as the man convulsed. They'd found him when his ship landed nearby the medical facility and started to emit a distress call that automatically notified anyone receiving it that the pilot was in a critical condition, some sort of safety mechanism built into the luxury cruiser. They ahd managed to stabalise him easily enough. The deep laceration wound to his abdomen wasn't as easy to fix but after a short surgery they had put him into the kolto tank and hoped for the best. The doctor checked the vitals chart and had another look at the tattoo.
Hmm. I've seen these before. They're generally used on psychiactric patients. The ink used reacts to chemical imbalances in the patient's nervous system. You see, the nervous system is connected directly to the brain and when certain chemical reactions happen in the brain the tattoo changes shape or colour or sometimes both. They use them to see when a patient is on the verge of a breakdown or similar. Though more recently they're being used as gang marks or fasion accessories. But by his equipment I would guess that he's none of those. Only Jedi and Sith carry lightsabers. Get me a DNA work-up, I want to cross reference it with the Jedi database.
Yes Doctor.
The nurse left the kolto room while the doctor looked at the man in the tank. He'd stopped convulsing, but he'd been doing that ever since they put him in there.