Star Wars Fanfic - The Padawan Path

Chap. 31 - Second Chance

War... Bloody and heartbreaking war.

Countless souls subjected to his inclemency, to his heartbreaking thirst for blood.

Countless souls who lose their lives... Most... as mere accidents that could have been avoided. Innocent... Innocent souls who were simply in the wrong time and place.

And at the same time... the lives of those soldiers who fight for what they believe is just. Lost brothers in arms. Blood brothers separated by the kiss of desire. But no one suffers more than those who, even death, were denied.

Those who saw their own fall before their eyes. Those who lost part of themselves in the blaster field and the smell of iron and burning flesh. Some, whose minds will never be the same before the traumas caused... Others, whose mutilated bodies will never find rest between prostheses and cybernetic implants.

Silent corridors of the medical stations of the Republic are filled with the noise of footsteps and cries of the wounded and medical workers. Every cruise ship that arrives at its ports brings with it misfortune and pain. However, that momentary chaos will never compare to the absolute silence of loneliness. And it is in one of those hallways, where footsteps desecrate the vigil of constant calm.

Pablo: - How are you? - The general asked the paramedic who was with him, clearly nervous about his Padawan's condition.

Doctor: - His body is stable, but I couldn't say about his emotional state. We believe that when his bionic eyes burst, large bursts of energy may have affected his brain. -

Pablo: - Could that mean any permanent impact? -

Doctor: - I couldn't tell you. The Lieutenant is young and in good health... But the mind is still a mystery even in this millennium with all our technology. Giving an exact diagnosis will be impossible until the respective tests are performed. -

Pablo: - Are you awake yet? -

Doctor: - Yes. He opened his eyes just a few hours ago. I guess seeing a familiar face will help. -

And so, the Jedi Master followed the medical clone through the station. The rumble of his footsteps in the silent hallways made the Jedi feel a strange tingle on his back... Like a prelude to bad luck. A hunch?... It would be very difficult to define. And finally, they both reached the door that led to the room where the young padawan lay.

Pablo: - Here? -

Doctor: - Yes. Remember. No strong emotions. He should rest as much as he can so that... BUT WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!? -

The doctor's sudden displeasure was not unjustified. As soon as they opened the door, both clone and Jedi were surprised to see the Padawan doing push-ups on the living room floor. He wasn't wearing his robe, and judging by his sweaty face, it's possible he had been that way for a while before his arrival.

Roy: - Ah, teacher, Doctor. It's good that they arrived. I wanted to order something to eat. I'm terribly hungry. -

Doctor: - He is supposed to be resting. -

Roy: - Mmmm... I feel good. -

Doctor: - Whether you feel well and your body is well are two different things. He should be lying down. -

Pablo: - Calm down doctor. My padawan is usually quite stubborn. -

Doctor: - Well... You know him better than me. But I still need to examine it. -

The young human did not object to following the health worker's instructions. A series of tests and physical examinations to check the state of his organic parts, since Roy was more machine than young after all. And after the boring checkup, everything seemed to be stable.