Coming Home [Open]

[Draven Dursden]

Limping along, The Silver Rest would come into view, Draven would take a moment to lean against the low wall which accompanied the entrance. His battered, beaten appearance quite distinct in the lush, and generally soft aesthetic of the rest. He had been missing...for a little over two months? Three maybe? And he had aged so much in those few months. The knight's missing eye gaped, the charred black hole where it had once been quite visible to the rest of the world, and the horrific sight of his charred, scratched, and beaten plate armor was...quite different then when he had worn it into battle, shining and polished, ready for war.​

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He was a swirl of emotions, shame, anger, self loathing, disgust, pride, angst, none of which were particularly new to Draven, but there was a new emotion this time, one which had not been there before, relief. He was glad to be..home? Home. The familiar sight of the rest around him, the cool breeze, two things which he had never expected to appreciate or enjoy. And he was...actually looking forward to seeing those which he had once looked down on, sneering at. Obviously he had been wrong, or else why would he be the one limping to them, and not vice versa. Though the knight would try and stand straight, he couldn't help but wilt in on himself, a arm around his stomach, where an enormous gash laid fresh, festered and stinking of rot, puss drooling from it. Wincing, as he brought a hand away, he would continue his limping walk forwards, closer and closer to the temple, his eyes actually beginning to brim with tears as so many thoughts rushed to the forefront.​

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What would he say? What could he say?​

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Falling to his knees in front of the temple, Draven began to cry, earnestly. He had been so sure of himself, so righteous in his anger, that he had not seen the truth in front of him. Instead of placing his trust in the Jedi, and those who had tried to temper him, he put it in those who fed into his instincts. Killers, thieves, those who had claimed loyalty. And maybe they had been at one point, but one rash and brute action at a time, that loyalty ran out. So here he was, to beg forgiveness. Draven couldn't lie to himself, it was a bitter pill to swallow. Beaten, bruised, and battered, looking like hell, was not how the Jedi had intended on returning. Instead he was hoping for a victorious, and cheerful return, something to show for his efforts. But alas, here he was. Sobbing at the doors to the temple, and without the strength to enter. He had barely clawed his way back from the force forsaken corner of the universe which him and his "Dudes" had been in, and not through the most knightly means.​

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So Draven sobbed, falling to his side, and simply rested. He was home now.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9jRv1cnjDA​

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]“Ah, just a little more…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Dr. Ye knelt by his counter, he was slowly pouring a cream white liquid into a brown liquid which was contained inside a small glass beaker. His eyes protected by his glasses and goggles as he focused carefully adding one drop of the white liquid at a time to the brown liquid. “Needs another.” He dropped another drop in and watched as the brown liquid slowly turned a lighter color. There was a rare look of happiness on the man’s face as he slowly began to stand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Perfec—” Suddenly, as if the cosmos knew that he had found the perfect ratio of milk to tea – one of his assistants barreled through and knocked into him. The entire last ounce of cream splashed into his coffee and he stood there with a sigh. The happiness faded from his face as his royal milk tea was now ruined with too much milk. His eyes narrowed at the assistant who was stammering. “Em-Emergancy!” The boy turned and ran out of the lab, while Hyonu was left with his destroyed tea and sadness. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It took a moment, but the doctor soon grabbed his coat and headed out towards the front of the Rest. People were setting things up in the medical facilities, the sour faced doctor continued towards the front where the assistant was waiting, a man collapsed on the front of the Rest. A head tilt and Hyonu quickly descended towards the man. Looking back at his assistant he nodded, “Good work.” It was all he said as Hyonu, channeled the force to his hand, a soft hue of comfort surrounded it as he reached towards the collapsed knight and brushed back his hair. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“You’ve seemed to have seen better days friend.” The healing from his hand would warm against Draven’s forehead as he examined him, he would need others to show up so the assistant knowing what the Doctor needed went off to make summons. [/SIZE]

[member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Finding a rare bit of downtime, Jyoti busied herself in the hangars, working a sleek red airspeeder she had grown to fancy as of late. The woman was a speed demon at heart and was always looking for ways to boost the speed and acceleration of her personal speeder every day, even if was a bit. The tinkering served as her form of active meditation, switching it up from the usual of chilling on a rock at the lake.

After bolting the chassis back together, she toyed around with the engine, giving it a nice rev. The turbine let out a nice loud whine as the primary ion jet ignited, spitting out a white-hot flare behind her that stretched out a good two meters.

She smiled. It was getting there.

She kept revving the main engine some more until she felt her comlink buzzing in her pocket. It was her private line. She killed the engine and sat back on the speeder, holing up the comlink to the side of her face.

"This is Nooran, what's up?"

"This is front security. We have a situation...members of the Silver Circle just found Knight Dursden on the footsteps of the main building. He looks pretty torn up. Normally we wouldn't have bothered you directly about this, but we're aware of the special order you had out for him."

Jyoti knew Draven liked to wander (and really wasn't all that bothered about it despite what Draven liked to assume), but usually, she would hear something every few weeks. It had been over two months since they had last had contact. About a month after he had gone, she started making inquiries and sending out notices to field offices all across Silver Space and beyond.

No one had any luck, so she had started to give up hope, but now he had returned, worse for wear if the Temple Guard was to be believed.

"Thank you...I'll be there in a sec."

Now she finally had a real use for this crotch rocket she had been building. She stuffed away her phone and leaned forward in the seat, gunning the throttle to zip out of the hangar for the main building. It was a real short journey only taking less than half a minute before she could even catch enough breath. The airspeeder "skidded" to a halt as the repulsors pushed against the planet's gravity well.

While hovering, she spotted a few people at the foot of the stairs, several physicians of the Silver Circle gathering around Draven. He looked awful, battle wounds shockingly obvious even at her distance.

Frowning she hopped off the airspeeder and sprinted over to the gathering crowd. As she approached, most of them gave the newly minted Grandmaster a wide berth.

"Draven?" She remained composed in her outward expression, but she was horrified to see the broken man up close, a bloody pulp of a man missing an eye and Ashla knew what else. It was clear that his reckless behavior had finally caught up with him, just as she feared.

One man was working with him know, whom she recognized as Doctor Ye. "What's his condition?"

[member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven would groan as he glanced up, feeling a hand on his forehead, the knight's pale grey eye would open, and he'd smile slightly, "Yea, you could say that." Coughing into a fist, his body was wracked with hacking pains, and when his hand came away, blood was visible. Looking up at all the other faces, Draven had to marvel, the temple rushed to help a bruised battered nobody, and yet out in the galaxy, no one would have looked twice if a beggar had been dying in the streets. In fact it would not be uncommon if they were not.​

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Glancing over, he would see the white haired woman Jyoti, and would wince, looking away from her. That same pride which had plagued him before he left, plagued him now, the shame of having her look him in the eye and tell him I told you so, the anger at himself for allowing her to, all of it rushing back furiously. Spitting out a bloody glob of spit, he would take a ragged breath, preparing to say something, but falling silent.​

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He had nothing to say to her. What could he say? You were right? She already knew that. All he waited for now was for her to vocalize such sentiments. The knight's broad saber hilts were rusted, and beaten, one damaged beyond repair, and digging into his side. His pride and joys, the weapons which he always kept incredibly clean, and shining bright, now reduced to such a sad state it looked as if they had been left in the wild for years alone. It was a good sign of mentally where Draven was.​

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So he said nothing, and swallowed his pride, waiting for the scorn, shame, and disdain he knew was coming.​

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[member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Hyonu Ye"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh had been in the area when the Battlemaster had gotten the call that Draven had been found seriously injured at the entrance to the Rest. While he had his misgivings about his behavior, he knew the man and knew he had good intentions, and thus Josh had made his way over at full speed. He would come to find a crowd, and that Jyoti had beat him there, as he had expected. The man had been missing for two months, so it was no small matter that he had returned this way.

Josh would kneel down in a free spot to get a good look, wincing when he saw he was missing an eye. Josh tried to raise his left hand to say hi, but remembered it was in a splint and he wouldn't be moving it for awhile.

"You know, Draven, we were told to keep an eye out. I didn't think you had an eye out too" He spoke quietly with a soft smile, trying to bring some humor to keep him occupied while the doctor nearby worked on him. It really was all that Josh could bring to the table at this point.

[member="Draven Dursden"] - [member="Hyonu Ye"] - [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic had been notified that a certain former Padawan of his had returned. Draven was always headstrong and reckless, there had been numerous occasions he had attempted to order the boy to think his actions through, the fact he had men under his command as well that he put in danger only solidified Yuroic's resolve to get the boy back into shape. However, times had changed, Yuroic was a mess of a human being and he didn't look all to great, his addiction was leaving him weaker and his appearance from handsome ruggedness turned to homeless drug addict.

This didn't stop Yuroic moving to where they discovered Draven, circled around him was the new Jedi Doctor, who Yuroic hadn't met, Master Nooran and Master DragonsFlame. Pair always seemed to be around when his Padawans were having difficult times, or more when Draven was having reckless behave, Asaraa was pretty good. Pushing past the guards, he saw the bloody mess that Draven was in. "Well, seems your recklessness finally caught up with you. Lets see if this has decided to knock some sense into you."

"You are a Jedi Knight, Draven. You are meant to..." Yuroic sighed and shook his head. Now wasn't the time for a lecture and Yuroic wasn't sure it was worth a lecture at all. Boy never seemed to listen to him anymore.

[member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]The healing continued as Draven seemed to have come around. Hyonu kept his hand on the man’s shoulder as he moved his hand feeling about where else he was injured. It didn’t look very good, he had been beat up quite a bit and the Doctor was surprised that he had made it this far back home. As the Doctor made his first assessment, while waiting for others to arrive to help him move the man to the medical facility another Jedi – the Grandmaster to be exact. The stretcher arrived and the droids that moved the hovering bed stood on standby. Hyonu, tucked his arms gently under the man, his spine and neck not showing any trauma. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“He’s not looking to good, Master Nooran. Just from a visual assessment, he has lacerations throughout his exterior, his eye is missing, along with bruising that seems to be quite deep. From the sound of his cough, there’s probably internal bleeding as well.” Pausing the doctor laid the broken Knight into the stretcher and turned to the woman. “Despite how bad it looks, today is not his la—” The doctor was interrupted seeing that two men who seem to have a relationship with the Jedi that was now in his care. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Their words were odd, Jyoti seemed to be concerned about the man and these two one he recognized as Dragonsflame, the other he wasn’t so sure. A frown deepened on the Doctor’s face as he shook his head and put his finger to the Grandmaster as to say, ‘one moment’. Turning to the two men he stepped in front of where Draven was receiving a quick first aid and bacta so that he would be more comfortable on the trip down to medical. Nodding, the droids began their journey, leaving the three masters and knight alone with the crowd. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Hyonu removed his glasses and placed them into the jacket pocket of his white coat. “Joke was funny, but the poor timing possibly. As for you sir,” Hyonu looked towards Yuroic. “The time for comments such as that aren’t needed when one is fighting for their life. Our friend needs support – not lessons. Those come later when he has the capacity to accept them.” Hyonu didn’t expect anyone to heed his words, his focus was on the patient, he moved away from the two men. “Master Nooran. I’ll make sure all his updates are directed to you.” The Doctor bowed his head and followed Draven into the hospital.[/SIZE]


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[Eugen Aker]

As Josh and Yuroic both took their turns ridiculing and admonishing a critically injured Draven, Jyoti leaned back cringing, as if someone had just hit her in the gut. That was probably the last thing she had ever expected to hear from them at such a dire situation.

In a rare moment, the stoic figure lose her composure, a somber expression of concern replaced by one of pure disgust.

She definitely had something to say, but literally bit back her words as Doctor Ye had his turn chastising the two men, glaring at them all the while. If looks could kill, then both would have been incinerated into piles of ash.

Still holding back, she could only nod slightly at Doctor Ye, before he left with Draven for the hospital. When they were out of sight, she finally let her tongue loose.

“What in the flying feth has gotten into you two?!” She didn’t yell, but hiss her words with a nasty tone as bad as venom. “Probably two of the last people around here that should be cracking jokes or judging anyone.”

“Yuroic, if this is how you treated Draven all the time while he was your apprentice, then it’s a small wonder why he has no respect for authority. You can’t even control yourself and needed Allyson to babysit you while in withdrawal from your spice binge, yet you have the gall to criticize someone being reckless.”

Her eyes drifted from his grizzled face to his prothstetic arm to highlight his hypocrisy. Then she locked her gaze right on Josh before tearing into him next.

“And you...your behavior is even more inexcusable as someone who’s supposed to become the next Master of the Order. I think you’ve been watching too many comic book movies with your disturbed Sith girlfriend. Bathos is even more obnoxious in real life. You’re much too old to be this damn childish.”

She glanced over both of them a few times before continuing, the edge in her voice fading a bit. “This is not how you treat someone at their lowest point, a half-dead boy crying for our help, a fellow Jedi that we have failed as a community.”

She had lots more to say, but she could barely control herself, and instead just shoved past them, storming off for the hospital wing to follow Doctor Ye and Draven, not caring to hear them offer any sort of retort. There was nothing they could say that wouldn’t want to make her clock them both to the moon, so it was best to disengage and focus on the person that actually needed her right now.

[member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Jyoti and the doctor both told him off for chastising the boy. Yuroic growled darkly at them both, he wouldn't dare harm or attempt to attack either of them, he had more of a brain than that but he had his reasons for doing what he did. Draven was arrogant and never thought before he acted, it got him and other in harm's way unnecessarily. Yuroic had repeatedly tried to talk to the boy, to be calm and respectful but it often fell on deaf ears. He could not help the boy when he chose not to listen to him. Now, now Yuroic had no patience for Draven and treated him as he deserved in Yuroic's eyes.

He left the doctor go and watched Draven be carried off, flashbacks of Mirial came to his eyes. Day he suffered a great lost, while one would think that this meant he understood Draven's situation better than most. He didn't run off putting other's in danger, he was on a mission and ended up being under prepared for facing a cyborg with powers in the Force. He doubted that Draven told anyone about where he was heading or what he was up to. It was similar to the situation where he was in a Sith burial chamber, there Yuroic had attempted to put an end to Draven's behaviour but it was to no avail.

Jyoti barged past him and Master DragonsFlame, he chased after her. "I did my damn best with him! But the boy was too arrogant and reckless, it was your Order that promoted him well before he was ready. I was gone but there was no way he was ready for the responsibilities of a Jedi Knight! Don't you dare tell me I am being a hypocrite, I know that I am a karking mess but he is meant to be better than, I hold him to a higher standard because I expect better from him since I taught him before my addiction was even a thing. If I did that and my Master was around, you bet she'd chew me out about it from the moment I return!"

Arisa had always be fair, when he struggled with Jairdain being captured and was heavily drinking she had been kind but strict. However, he knew that if he put innocent people or men and women under his command in danger then she would beat him senseless to put some sense back in. His anger was building, Jyoti had no right to question him about his character, he was being harsh to the boy so that he knew never to do something like this again. Yuroic only wanted the best for his former Padawan.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

As Josh's intentions were not malicious, he was a little surprised when Jyoti would suddenly turn and lambast both him and Yuroic as they led Draven away. Josh blinked a few times at first, but did listen as his expression went from lighthearted to serious within moments. That upbeat, light demeanour had been completely shattered very quickly. He didn't answer, seeing as she didn't give him a chance to, and after she left with Draven and the doctor, the Master would let out a sigh and lower his head as he would follow behind them, walking alongside [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and behind [member="Jyoti Nooran"] and just finding himself speaking his mind toward Yuroic.

"I despise feeling helpless" He would admit softly as he closed his eyes. "The doctor is a better healer than I am. And Jyoti is better moral support than I could ever hope to be" He added somberly as he then looked toward where Draven was being moved ahead of them. "I keep asking myself, what can I do? I thought... Perhaps the man could use a bit of happiness, a laugh. I thought maybe he could use a friend. Someone who can at least get the man to crack a smile... And think that maybe things will be alright.

But..." He trailed off. "Jyoti is correct. The timing was wrong. It was wrong of me."

It was a lesson that he would likely be pondering for nights to come.

He watched as Yuroic would approach Jyoti and lambast her for her going off at him for his decision. Josh would calmly step forward and place a hand on Yuroic's shoulder. His expression this time wasn't stern, not like last time. It was calm, gentle, a bit tired.

"Yuroic" Josh spoke quietly. "I understand how you feel. Draven has been a source of frustration for all of us. But... I don't think lecturing him will do anything right now except kick him while he is down. I think the experience has been enough of a teacher.

And if it hasn't, and you really have to lecture? Do it later. Not now. Let him rest, let him recover. Give him time to think on what has happened."

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] - [member="Jyoti Nooran"] - [member="Draven Dursden"] - [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

As Draven was shipped off towards the med bay,lights flashed in and out, his consciousness a weak and fragile thing, it seemed he would get flashes, the face of Josh, stinging regret, then back to black. But the one face he had dreaded coming home to most, Yuroics, was quite visible when he surfaced once again, and that was when he wished that darkness would over come him. The first words he heard from his master were...as expected. And Draven couldn't become bitter at him, or angry, he had been given a problem child, a slave from some back water planet to deal with. And well, Draven had been a handful to deal with in a time where his master had a lot to do.​

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But he was a knight now, a grown man, and he had to take accountability. That's why he came back, Draven was tired of running from his problem like a boy, or child, and was ready to be a man, to do something different. What he had been doing certainly had not been working up to that point. He made a vow to himself, if he managed to survive this little escapade, he would start acting like a knight.​

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Or at least as much of a knight as a Draven could.​

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So he faded in and out as he was carried, the droid arms taking him away from the others, the knight would grunt, "No, bring me back!" His broken, rasp of a voice carrying as he struggled to sit up, then passed back out once again.​

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[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Hyonu Ye"]​

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]Just as Hyonu realized, things were not good. The whole thing felt like a blur, hands waved and they moved Draven to the OR, Hyonu washed up and could go in. The Force did amazing work, but sometimes modern medicine needed to give the healer a closer look. Draven had heavy internal bleeding in his thoracic cavity, the fear was that if the bled too much there would be a compression on his internal organs. Threats to the man’s heart was also evident from the trauma and the Jedi Master and Doctor worked for hours on end. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The source of the bleeding was found, patched and his heart’s aorta no longer threatening to burst from the strain of his injuries. “Is he strong enough to continue?” One of the nurses looked up at Hyonu as he closed the man’s chest. A hand rested on Draven’s forehead for just a moment. “He has to be, he has a lot of materials lodged in his eye, if we don’t get it out infection can fester. He’s under right now let’s take advantage of it.” With Draven still under, they cleaned his eye and patched up the open wound where his eye and optical nerves would have been housed. A clean dressing would be placed over his eye giving it a chance to heal while protecting it from the outside. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]What felt like ages, Draven was wheeled into the recovery ward and Hyonu was able to take a moment to talk with Jyoti. The doctor came out of surgery, removing the bloody gown and other protective clothing. His pristine white collared shirt and tie now visible as he made his way out to speak with the Grandmaster, his mask resting on his chin. “Grandmaster, the patient, Knight Draven is in recovery as we speak. He was bleeding internally from the trauma done to his thoracic cavity. From my assessment, this was not just any tumble and fall. The man was meant to die, whoever or whatever did this to him had the intent to kill.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Arms folding in front of him, tiredness rested on his eyes as he closed them for just a second. “His exterior wounds will heal and be healed by me and some of our best healers. We need to keep an eye on his heart – because of the pressure that was built up from the internal bleeding, it strained and itself threatened to burst. I have a feeling he’s not the type to like to stay down, so I would appreciate if you could attempt to convince him to stay a little for observations.” Hyonu felt the wild spirit the man was, to be fair it was the only reason he survived. “He is my top priority Master Nooran.” Pausing the Doctor realized he never truly introduced himself, “Oh I’m Doctor Hyonu Ye, I don’t think we’ve met, this isn’t my ideal way of meeting, but here we are.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A nurse wandered in from the hallway and smiled, she bowed to both the grandmaster and the doctor apologizing for interrupting. “Masters, the patient should be waking up soon.” She wandered leading the way to Draven and Hyonu nodded towards Jyoti. “Let’s go check on him, he’s a fighter – but he’s not entirely out of the woods just yet.” [/SIZE]

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

Unsurprisingly, Yuroic came running over with more to say. Blaming the Silver Order for Draven's self-promotion when none of them had nothing to do with that. Just like the Silver Order having nothing to do with Yuroic's self-promotion during his exile. His words reminded her of the good old days where Jedi had to go through formal trials and deliberations to prove that they were ready.

Perhaps it was time to revisit that policy.

"You still don't get it," was all she would say as she kept walking, voice barely above a whisper. "Draven isn't the only who could use some remedial instruction."

Soon she would be gone from the scene for the hospital.

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Later, she reconnected with Doctor Ye to go over Draven's diagnosis. Aside from the obvious external injuries, Draven had been facing even more dangerous internal bleeding. Thankfully the doctor was able to stop it.

"Hello, Doctor," she replied, holding out her hand to shake. "I'm no physician, but it's clear he was in some kind of firefight. I need to know what exactly happened to him. Is he well enough to talk, or does he need more time?"

[member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[WelshGuy]

Jyoti didn't answer him in a good enough aspect in Yuroic's mind but Josh came over and told him to leave the matter alone. His anger was difficult to subside but he took several deep breaths and unclenched his fists. His gaze turned to Josh who was in shock by the way Jyoti addressed him about his joke. He wasn't sure what he could have done in that situation bar that. It was an understandable predicament, he hadn't heard this joke but he was sure that it was done in good humour with no malice.

"Obviously her new title has gone to her head." Yuroic scoffed as he turned away. There was little else to say on the matter now. Everything had been decided according to Grand Master Nooran. Yuroic growled at the title for her, he was not happy about the number of changes going on around here. In his room, he feel asleep after a large dose of spice to calm his frustrations.

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Several days later, he heard word that Draven was on the path to recovery. The news was good but Yuroic was still not happy about the situation that occurred when he had returned. He did want to check on the boy but he was not sure when it was best to. He was avoiding the Grand Master at all costs now, her attitude to him had put him in a foul mood towards her as he decided to wait outside Draven's room. He could possibly end up catching the Doctor who scolded him as well.

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Hyonu Ye"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

[SIZE=10pt]Hyonu nodded at the Grandmaster’s assessment. She was spot on with what possibly caused the damage. Reaching into his lab coat’s chest pocket he removed a pair of black rimmed glasses and placed them onto his face. His fingers spread pressing the lenses up his nose as he cleared his throat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Let us walk, he should be coming out of sleep now. His sleep was heavily troubled and I was unsure if it was only because of the trauma that he had suffered. Seems to be a bit more going on. Though we would have to continue treatment mentally after he’s healed physically.” They continued to walk and the doctor handed the woman the datapad that had all of Draven’s charts. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Drawing closer to the patient’s room, Hyonu looked towards the door and noticed that one of the men that had ridiculed the Knight was standing outside the boy’s bedroom. One of the few times the Doctor felt protective, he stepped forward and looked towards Yuroic. “You’re not supposed to be here. Not after how you acted.” Sighing heavily, Hyonu placed his glasses from his face back into his pocket. If the man decided to become aggressive, like he had sounded back when all of this happened, the Doctor would hate to have to buy new glasses. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Sir, what are your reasons for being here? Mr. Dursden is in a critical, but stable state. The last thing he needs is to be worked up by someone. He needs to rest. So unless you’re here to visit and make sure he’s doing well on his recovery, I asked that you remain outside his door.” [/SIZE]

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh disagreed with Yuroic's statement. Josh had spoken with ill time, despite his intentions and it was a lesson that he would carry with him. It was a joke that, by what he knew about Draven would have probably gotten a laugh out of him. That was the point, really, but... It just wasn't the right time for it. Jyoti had been right... Even if he did not appreciate the public dressing down. The Jedi Master wouldn't voice this though. Instead, he would go where he was needed, and made a note to return when Draven's condition was more clear.

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A few days had passed and Josh would decide to check on Draven, hoping that now, there would be a much clearer diagnoses. The Jedi Master still felt horrible for what had been said, and hoped to be able to make it right when Draven recovered. He owed the man a drink, if he drank, that was clear. Though if he recalled from Zeltros... That would not be a problem. So as Josh would make his way down the halls, he would see that Yuroic had beaten him there and was promptly being accosted by the doctor, who did not seem to appreciate his presence. This might not be as easy as he thought, he realized as he stepped forward.

"Yuroic was Draven's Master, I can see why he would wish to check on him" Josh would speak calmly as he approached. "I've come to check on Draven as well, see how he's faring and get an update on his condition. If that is alright with you?"

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] - [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] - [member="Draven Dursden"] - [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

The knight groaned and held his hand over his bearded lips, struggling to not loose whatever had been left in his stomach to loose. Half a galaxy had...lead to quite a trip back to the temple, one which had taken its toll on him. Bandages covered him, large areas of burned flesh had festered during his trip back, and it had resulted in a massive infection, but thanks to the doctors, and tech, what in times past would have been sure death had been staved off.
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Shaking his head Draven held a hand to his head, it was still all fragmented, but he remembered most of the trip once he had given himself a minute to slot the puzzle pieces back together. The picture was not a pretty one, and certainly not a inspiring picture of the knight. He had behaved like a child. Taking another deep breath, Draven slowly came to his feet, jerking back as he accidentally pulled one of the many I.V's which had been placed in his arm, and jostled the machine by his bed. Hissing he reached out, and steadied it. His hand came into view. A dead weight dropped in his stomach, the last two fingers on his right hand, missing completely. Swallowing hard, he dropped it, careful this time not to jerk the machine by his bed, or rip out any of the cords leading into his body. Unconsciously he sought the cold metal of his saber hilts, which always accompanied him wherever he went, he had to stop himself. Of course he wouldn't find anything, he was dressed in a hospital gown. There would be no sabers.​

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Gently reaching up with his hand, he would feel the charred, blackened skin which surrounded the hole where his eye had once been. When he probed deeper, Draven found it was covered and patched with gauze, and let out a deep sigh. He sat back on the bed and finally allowed himself to take in the beauty of the temple once more. For once he was not tainted by anger or frustration here. He felt like that tumultuous chapter of his life was finally over.​

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[member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]​

 

[Eugen Aker]

As she walked with Hyonu discussing Draven's condition, they bumped into the two "comedians" that had ridiculed the errant Knight upon his return. Needless to say, they weren't her favorite people at the moment.

Wanting to avoid another spat breaking out between the Doctor and other Jedi, she interjected to diffuse the situation.

"Doctor, it's fine. They can stay," she told him as she looked over Josh and Yuroic. "As long as they're respectful."

Beyond the half-opened door, she could feel Draven stirring. She moved passed Josh and Yuroic to peek inside, finding Draven sitting up before falling back to the bed once more.

"It looks like he's up again. Doctor, are we fine to check up on him?"

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Hyonu Ye"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[Ye Hyonu]

Before the Doctor could remark to the two men who felt they were entitled, the woman with him stepped forward. It felt as if she read his movements thus knowing where he was headed verbally.

Hyonu bit his tongue, taking his own advice. This was a place of healing and negative energy seemed to make the sick sicker. The stiring of the patient, caught the Doctor's attention and he looked in.

"He's as good as he's going to get Master Nooran." Hyonu entered and began collecting vitals. "Hello, how's the pain? You have a visitor."

A nod of his head and he alerted the Echani woman that it's okay for her to enter. Looking back at the two comedians his small smile frowned. "One visitor at a time."

Hyonu faded into the background as he continued to check Draven out for any complications.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]