Recovery and Academy troubles

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(3rd POV JEDI TEMPLE)

 The Jedi temple bristling with activity Moreso than many other days in past, in a particular wing of the Jedi temple the medical wing.


Many patients being treated by the Jedi healers, in any way weather it was force healing, bacta there was never a dull moment.


However, the main focus was on a certain padawan in a bacta tank, and his master looking at him.



                                                                                  (Cin Dralligs POV)


Observing my padawan suspended in the bacta tank marked a particularly somber moment in my teaching career. As a lightsaber instructor and mentor to several padawans, I've witnessed a myriad of injuries from rigorous sparring sessions, but this incident was more severe than most.

With a sigh of resignation, I muttered, "I should have been there." The sound of Korr's steady breathing, however, was a comforting sign that he was still fighting.

As I turned, I noticed Jedi Master Vokara Che tucking away a datapad before facing me.


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"Don't worry, Padawan Korr will survive. He has a few broken ribs, some fractured bones, and possibly a concussion, but he should be on his feet in a few days."

I nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, Master Che."

She returned the look with curiosity. "He won't be waking up soon, and I'm sure you have responsibilities around the temple."

Snapped back to reality from my thoughts, I watched my padawan suspended in the bacta tank. "Yes, Master Che, I will see to them immediately."

With that, I departed from the medical wing, entrusting Korr to the capable hands of Master Che and her healing abilities.



(5 Days Later)


                                                                                 (Korr's POV)


I opened my eyes to the fields of Thyferra, but they were scorched beyond my recollection. Footsteps approached.

"You can run, youngling, but you cannot escape," a voice declared. Fear surged through me, propelling me to run with all my might. I ran for what seemed like hours until I encountered an insurmountable barrier.

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