Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 16

"General Hextaar!" Synyc called from across the command room as he shuffled over, maneuvering around the crowded room.

The General gave him a concerned glance and then dismissed who he was talking to.
"Yes, Captain?"

"I need to speak to you immediately about an urgent matter with a member of my team."

Hextaar nodded, already having his suspicions. "Let's step into my office."

Synyc nodded and followed him out of the command room and down the hall a ways. He was practically running to keep up with his long strides.

Hextaar sat down behind a cluttered desk and Synyc took one of the chairs on the other side. Like most of the base, the lighting was dim and almost yellow tinted from the old windows.

"What's the meaning of this?" Hextaar asked.

Synyc crosses his fingers and took a deep breathe. "Jolie's state is approaching the point where we can't keep her on our side. I need to request a week off for my team and I to find a solution."

Hextaar furrowed his brow with a concerned, almost angry look. "What happened that makes you say this?"

"Something triggered a deep memory from her time being held by the Empire and it caused her to go to the Dark Side. She lost control this time. She almost killed one of her teammates and could easily take out this entire base if she wanted to," Synyc explained.

Hextaar was silent. He only rubbed his chin and stared blankly at the wall deep in thought.

"Please, sir," Synyc pleaded. "The real Jolie is still in there. I've known her since I was a teenager and my dad has known her even longer. She's still in there. We just need to erase the Empire's damage." Synyc barely noticed when it anymore... when he referred to Evander as his father.

He looked up, a deathly serious look in his eye. "And if you fail?"

"We do what needs to be done. I know."

Hextaar stood and held his hand out.
"Then we're in agreement. One week."

Synyc stood and shook it. "Thank you, sir."

He turned and left but Hextaar stopped him before he closed the door.

"You're a good Captain, Synyc," he said with a small smile. "But do not forget that in the end we have a duty to do what's right for the sake of the Rebellion — no matter the circumstances."

"Yes, sir. Understood."

       "Alright everyone, we have a week to find a cure. What have we got so far?" Synyc asked his crew as they huddled together in Evander and Flint's room, minus Jolie of course.

"I'm a moron don't look at me," Evander said. "But Flint, didn't you say a minute ago you thought you found something in that magic box of yours?"

Flint nodded and silently tapped into his Holocron. The device cast lots of data and information in another language all over the wall as Flint walked over to it.

"What is that?" Synyc asked.

"An ancient language I've been deciphering in my spare time," Flint said casually. "To sum it all up, there is a way to kill off the midichlorians in her bloodstream. However, as Corr could also testify, that would kill off any good bacteria and may even cause clotting which could lead to stroke or another heart attack. That leaves one other option. A total blood transfusion."

"Where in the Galaxy are we going to find enough blood for an entire person casually lying around?" Evander asked as he stood up to try and read the Holocron's writing. Obviously he couldn't.