3rd Person
Escaping the fight is impossible.
Even if a soldier lives on, the battle continues; this time, within the mind.
Only through death does the battle finally end.
Zevon
I awoke in a fog.
My vision was blurry, my eyes unfocused.
I felt the soft, comfy texture of bedding and clean sheets beneath me.
Slowly, everything started to clear up.
I was... back on Coruscant? Yeah, this was the Temple infirmary.
I was alone.
I made a pathetic attempt to rise, failing miserably. That was when I became fully cognizant of the damage my body had sustained.
A sharp pain pulsated from where my side had been lacerated; the vibroblade had done its job. Fortunately, the gash didn't hurt so long as I didn't move.
The blaster strikes weren't the same. The surface area of the flesh they'd struck felt painfully hot, as if my skin was ablaze. What degree the burns were, I had no idea.
My injured leg was stiff, immobile. In fact, it had swollen to nearly twice the size of its twin. There was a surgical incision below my knee, evidently performed while I was unconscious.
I couldn't move at all.
As the memories of the whole ordeal churned throughout my skull, a single thought surfaced.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
My suffering was only beginning.
"Ah, it's about time!" a soothing voice exclaimed, entering the medical bay.
"Master?" I questioned, perplexed. Everything was still a bit fuzzy, but the tholothian visitor certainly bore resemblance to Master Gallia.
"Oh I'm afraid not, padawan Boltreaver; I'm Stass Allie." Master Allie laughed. "Your master and I are... related."
Oh, that's right. I faintly remember hearing that Master Gallia had a cousin within the order.
Master Allie cleared up a lot of my situation for me. About a week had passed, and throughout it I'd been drifting in and out of consciousness.
She'd administered bacta to heal some of my injuries, and a medical droid had performed the operation on my knee.
The entirety of my knee apparatus had been disintegrated; cybernetics had been used to reconstruct my lost ligaments and tendons.
Fortunately, the surgery was successful.
Now I had to recover from it.
"Where is everyone? What did I miss?!" I inquired, frantic curiosity taking hold of me.
"Slow down, padawan. Your wounds need to heal, try to get some rest. I only heard bits and pieces of the operation on Jedha. I can tell you this, however. Your master is currently attending a council meeting." Master Allie elucidated.
"Ah..." I muttered. So that's where she was.
For everything I gave, it never felt like it was returned in kind.
"I'll inform her of your awakening." Master Allie chirped, trying to be encouraging.
"Thanks." I mumbled halfheartedly as she left the medical bay.
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The Weakest Jedi
Fanfiction*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.* The story of a young boy and his foolish dream. Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...