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Chapter One: The Past

Kaar awoke abruptly as a needle was jabbed into his arm. He made a noise like a strangled goose, which caused the twi'lek to back off in surprise as a few nearby lightbulbs popped. He looked around, alarmed as he realized he was in a healing hall.

He promptly relaxed as he realized he was in a healing hall. Kaar was half expecting Nylyn to storm around the corner, telling him he had done something stupid and how next time he was just going to have to reset his broken arm himself. But he realized that the twi'lek was not his dear friend's padawan, but an older woman who was much more clearly an adult.

He also realized that these were unfamiliar halls of healing, with unfamiliar signatures and far more light than he was used to feeling. It was significantly more alarming to realize that the familiar Zygerrian would not be storming around the corner calling him an idiot.

"Ah... Master Wrek will be very unhappy with this situation I've found myself in." He vaguely remembered the clones answering his questions, but that had to have been a dream. He looked over at the Twi'lek, "Apologies, I don't believe we've met, Master....?"

The twi'lek furrowed her brow, still holding the IV needle in her hand, "Che... Vokara Che."

Kaar jolted, eyebrows knitting together in concern. How badly had he hit his head? "Ah... and what year is it Master Che?"
"Twenty five aught thirty-two." She answered the question readily. Kaar's eyes widened, mulling the math over in his head, "But that's... that's impossible. That's forty-six years ago! My master wasn't even a concept at the start of the... wait... unless. But that would be insane to even consider..."

He dug his nails into his tail and winced, shaking his head, mumbling to himself as if Vokara wasn't even there, "Force that's impossible. Kriff me, of course I'm the one stuck with bloody time travel. Perfect candidate, given my scholarly tendencies."

He scoffed, letting his tail whip lightly in annoyance. Kaar grumbled, "What a cruel twist of fate." he began to curse in Kaleeshi, rubbing his eyes. His sight in his cybernetic eye was just the slightest bit too sharp, too vibrant, and it was starting to hurt his head. Kaar pushed a lock of unruly blond hair out of his face, looking around for the tie he'd been using since his padawanship.

He looked over as Vokara held out the blue wrapping, "Is this what you're looking for?" Kaar nodded, taking the tie and setting it down next to him. He took a segment of his blond hair and pulled it back, methodically braiding on both sides until he had a more battle ready hair style, out of his face and allowing him to not push hair from his face every few moments.

"You said your name is Kaar Sal, according to this chart that the medics on Kamino gave me. Is that correct?" "Yes ma'am, that's my name." Vokara nodded, typing on her datapad as he said it, "And you said you're a Jedi...Paladin, correct?" "Yes ma'am."
She noted that down, looking back up, "And how old are you, Paladin Sal?"
"I'm twenty eight years old standard ma'am."
"And your blood type?"
"AB negative, ma'am."
"Height?"
"Just over two meters.

She checked his information against her own readings, nodding to herself as it all checked out. Vokara looked back up, "And who was your master, Paladin Sal?"

He grinned at the easy question, and couldn't help the pride and fondness bleeding into his voice as he said, "Master Cybele Wrek. She taught me everything I know. She's quite the determined fighter, y'know."

His accent, he had noticed around the age of sixteen, had faded slightly. He still readily used Kaleeshi enough that it would never truly vanish, and would even get stronger at times, but it was a far cry from when he had been six and had a hard time pronouncing most words in Basic.