Chapter 5

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The medcenter was colder then Gwen last remembered it to be. He crossed his arms in hopes it would help fight the chilly corridors leading to the two captured men. Having only entered this building twice he was astounded to see how much had been added in such a short amount of time. More than eight rooms had been built to accomidate the original three that he had built with the help of his son. Even now he missed his son and worried something could go wrong with their journey to Nar Shadaa.

Every crew member sent with his son was suited for any situation that could present itself. Included among the crew was Gwen's most trusted partner. He knew Lena Kato wouldn't let anyone harm his son and would die to prevent that from happening.

The medcenter was controlled by dozens of medical droids. Originally he had obtained only two droids in the belief he wouldn't have too many injured people all at once. Now with the steady flow of desperate refugees coming in search for work he would need all the droids he could get his hands on.

Many came wounded, or malnourished due to the lack of food and aid being received in war torn systems. It was hard for Gwen to see so many individuals affected by the war.

The medcenter was the only real insurance he had for his workers who rarely disagreed with how he ran the facility. Those who disliked the way things were being done were immediately given a free ride to Corellia and dumped to fend for themselves, which didn't happen very often.

Along the walls were holo images of all local systems and the different species that lived on them. Lively colors had also been added to cover the pale white walls it one had. It had remained colorless due to the lack of funds he often had to deal with. Finally he felt like things were changing for the better.

As he walked into the room where both the suspected Jedi and clone were being kept, he was abruptly stopped by one of his medical droids. "I'm sorry sir, but the patients are still resting at this time please try again later."

He pushed the droid aside and continued into the room. "It's okay I'll wait." The droid stood confused.

"Very well sir."

Gwen looked at the two resting bodies still wondering what they were doing on Drall. They had indeed suffered a beating from the Drallian warriors.

The clone had visible bruising on his face and a few scrapes on his shoulder. He looked at the boy and noticed he didn't suffer much but a blow to the head that had swelled up pretty bad.

I sure hope they don't wake up kicking and screaming. He thought to himself as he touched the lightsaber hilt still attached to his waist.

A loud groan came from the boy and caught Gwen's attention. "Where am I?" The boy asked yawning softly.

Gwen gripped the lightsaber once more hoping the boy wouldn't perform one of his Jedi tricks he had heard so much about. "You're on a system known as Drall and may I add it's a neutral system in your ongoing war."

The boy sat up slowly looking around. "Why am I in these restraints?"

Gwen hadn't noticed the restraints and carefully cut them hoping to keep the conversation peaceful. "I apologize for the precautions my men have taken. I didn't order you to be restrained in such a way. My name is Gwen Novak and this facility belongs to me. Your safe here and I promise no harm will come to you. But I must know what business you have here on Drall?"

The boy stared at his lightsaber hilt being held by Gwen. "I see you have my lightsaber." Gwen was surprised by the Jedi's comment.

"Oh yes this belongs to you." He said as he handed the weapon back with caution.

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