Recovery

[SophiaM]

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.

 

[SophiaM]

Days passed and the young man's condition wasn't improving but at least it wasn't getting any worse. The doctor was in his lab when the nurse came to see him.

Doctor. I have the DNA work-up you asked for.

Thank-you Nurse.

He took the data pad and downloaded the information to his work station. Yesterday he had put in a request for access to the Jedi medical database, "As part of a study into the relationship between DNA and Midiclorians." He had told them. They had granted him access but it was only now that he had the DNA work-up of the young man that he could get to work.

Hours passed and he was no closer to finding out who the young man was. There were just under one hundred samples that had an ever so slight relationship DNA wise, but no where near enough to be him, most of them had been of the same race, Noobian.

Let's try comparing the DNA to both male and female samples. It's possible that he had a relative in the Order.

The doctor said with the heave of a sigh. He was starting to get tired, but this was bothering him now, he had to find the solution. He picked up a stim and injected himself, that would keep him going for the next few hours, but he couldn't do that too much.

 

[Wing]

Dilios was rushed into a room on a stretcher by a team of nurses and physicians into an emergency room next to someone whom doctors were observing a tatoo. Dilios was injured during a mission with the Midnight Men and was rushed to the hospital. He was chloroformed until operations would begin.

Later he awoken looking around. "Where am I?"

 

[SophiaM]

Doctor. We've got one positive match for the unknown male from the Jedi medical records.

The doctor took the datapad from the nurse as he watched the young man in the kolto tank once more. The small screen read:



DNA work-up #JD9871546
Unknown male
Approx. Age: 25

Matches found in Jedi Medical Database

Male: Jerad
Rank: Knight
Currently Posted: Naboo
Status: MIA
Match relation probability: Father



The doctor rubbed at his chin and then drank from a hot cup.

This is most interesting.

 

[Wing]

Dilios looked to the patient whom he shared a room with. The doctors were talking about him and he heard the word "Jedi." Dilios was a member of the Jedi Order, he quickly looked to see if it was someone he knew.

 

[SophiaM]

The pounding on the plexiglass of the kolto tank became louder. The nurse that had been attending the yound man had left the room for only a moment but it was in that moment that he had woken up. He was panicked and desperate to get out. The nurse fussed and began to panic herself as she started the drainage sequence of the kolto tank. Seeing that the liquid was draining the young man calmed down, but not by much. As soon as the liquid had drained to his chest he started to pull at the breath mask on his face.

Get that tank open now! We'll worry about the mess later!

The doctor shouted as he entered the room. The nurse over-rode the machine and forced the tank to open. The front panel swung open, spilling half a tank of kolto onto the floor, along with the young man. He'd managed to get the mask off and was now gulping in the air almost causing himself to hyperventilate. Through gasping breaths and coughing he tried to speak.

Where ......... am ............. I?

 

[SophiaM]

ooc: awaiting reply from Wing

 

[SophiaM]

The nurse helped him onto a nearby bed and wrapped a towel around him. The young man was shivering slightly but that was due to the fact he had just come out of a kolto tank and hadn't adjusted to the temperature of the room yet. Through chattering teeth he asked again where he was.

You're in a Republic Medical Facility on Kuat. What is the last thing you remember?

The young man rubbed his temples and thought.

The last thing I remember was being on Coruscant. I need to leave. I can't stay here.

He tried to get up but doubled over in pain.

That wound was pretty severe. Although it is fully healed, you need to take it easy for quite some time. Try to keep active but not overly so. Now there is no reason why I should keep you here, but I would like to ask you something.

He looked up at the doctor as a nurse brought him the red outfit and his backpack.

Can you tell me who your parents are?

A look of slight confusion came over his face. When he spoke his voice was not normal.

No.

It seemed to the doctor that there was absolutely no reason why he should be asking anything about this young man's parents. The doctor then handed him the datapad with the information about his parents to the young man and wished him all his luck and told him that the ship he arrived in was in the facility docking bay.