Lost Property Box

Chapter 5

It takes the Council hours to debate how such a thing could be possible. They don't question his validity – his willingness to wear armour and visible scarring removing any fear of an outright lie, and apparently his presence in the Force dissolves him of being a Fallen Jedi. Although, Cal isn't sure how they calculate that. Is there a meter or something? Or a base of measurement, or even a reference? How can he be light when he comes from somewhere so dark? He doesn't understand.

One of the Councillors, Adi Gallia, had enforced a check-up with the Hall of Healers, and she'd been dismayed at his willingness to got to the Halls, but refusal to stay – apparently it was usually the reverse.

The great Wookie – Master Tyvokka – offered to house him in his empty Padawan rooms, as his are currently empty and he is due to go of world within the next few days.

A young Doran – Master Kriffing Windu, oh little force Gods – the youngest member of the Council, recommends that Cal be shown to Master Drallig to assess his aptitude for accompanying other Jedi on the field. It's an interesting thought, but he understands why they are so wary.

Battle worn warriors struggle to recognise friend from foe, and Cal has certainly had his fair share of echoes without his psychometry being involved. Speaking of his abilities, their comments about his diminutive Force presence and their surprise that he was trained despite of it surprised him in turn. The revelation of his Psychometry abated some confusion, but they were still lost as to why he was kept after being taught how to control himself.

Cal's own confusion bolstered theirs; "There's a Midichlorian cap? I didn't know about this, I just thought there was an age limit. How'd you get the Senate to sign off on that?"

Masters Saesse Tiin and Coleman Trebor recoiled, Adi Gallia and Ki Adi Mundi frowning.

"Ones to make the changes, they were."

Cal recoils, jaw popped open in shock. For the first time since entering the Temple, he truly lowers his shields, and as he does so, both the shadows left over from falling from his time, the crushing existence of burning light, and the budding glows of young lives press against his chest.

He stumbles, lungs pumping, chest heaving, world spinning, as Master Tyvokka shoots to his feet to catch him.

"<<Call Healer Che!>> " The Great Wookie snarls. "<<He's panicking.>>"

"They killed us," he wails, voice echoing in the Great Chamber. "They killed us – they ordered our deaths."

He looks upon Master Yoda – Yoda, the Grand Master how did he forget – and begs with everything he has that the ancient Jedi listens to him.

"They killed our children, and they cheered."

"He's not breathing properly," Master Adi Gallia has dropped to his side, Master Tholme radiating as much comfort as he can whilst shielding both the Council and Cal himself from the weight of his memories and his echo and-

And the Force.

The Force was doing this.

"There is no Chosen One." Is all he gets to say with real clarity, before passing out in Master Tyvokka's arms.

-

Cal wakes up to the gentle feel of a Healer's presence in the Force, and the touch of a hand, checking his pulse manually. He'd known Healer Che once – when she was the head of the Healers Halls – and she'd been one of the few people able to pull him successfully from the echoes he received when he was first brought to the Temple.