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For several long months had there been pain and anguish that had echoed across the mind of one who was on the run. For too long it seemed, damned and judged harshly by his actions almost a year ago. Hounded by the pain at the loss of his loved ones, and hounded by those that were after him. For over 5 months had he fought off assassins, bounty hunters and the like in his quest to find freedom and to rid himself of the pain that he felt. After everything that had happened to him, he still didn't feel any better. Seemingly haunted by their memories and visions.
Rain had started to fall lightly, which then led to a much heavier down pour. The young man took several deep breaths as he reached for the knight that was stuck in his side and pulled it out as quickly as he could. His hand covered the hilt of the bleed as he contemplated pulling it out but then decided against it as he leaned up against the wall in the alleyway. Kiran glanced up towards the sky as the rain fell around him. This was his punishment for what had been done. To be hunted for the rest of his life until this bounty was lifted, if it ever was going to be.
The urged himself to push forward pressing off the wall and into the streets of the Capital Lianna, looking to getting some help soon, his first task was to get to a medical center, hopefully they didn't ask to much questions as to what happened. As he thought back to the body of the bounty hunter that lay dead in that same alleyway. Kiran looked down to his side as blood still seeped from the wound, afraid it wouldn't stop bleeding would he pull the knife
Passing through the alleyway, the young Pantoran casually lifted a flimsiplast box from out of a dumpster as he passed it by. Emerging from out of the shadows and onto the street, the boy held the corrugated material out as he looked it over. It seemed serviceable enough. Flattened, it folded out to a narrow box a little more than a meter long.
At the end of the block, he stopped at a flower stall.
Balagoth's balls, what a rip off. Fifty credits for a half-dozen Ithorian roses. What the chit. Seriously? Maybe he needed to stop being an assassin. Florist was obviously where the credits were.
He was stuffing the bouquet of pretty weeds into the box as he headed into the luxury condominiums across the boulevard. Swanky place, too. Overlooking the millennial memorial park, panoramic views of the city, and easy access to the spaceport. Not to mention Qui-Gonn's on 37th, which was a restaurant up in the skybox. Black tie. Reservations booked out four-to-six months in advance.
Yokai and the Zygerrians was playing in the lift. Glance down at the Coalition XJ9 datalink on his arm, the boy looked down to confirm the address. Suite 114.
The lift paused to announce him. It was a moment before a gurgling, weary and possibly still intoxicated voice answered the announcer. "Who is it?"
"Plutonia Courier Services," the child supplied brightly The oblong box was stuffed under one arm as he looked up to flash a smile into the visual sensor up in the corner of the lift.
What can blue do for you, fether?
It was a moment before the lift proceeded on, arriving at the one hundred fourteenth floor as the doors opened out onto the private suite that stretched the width of the whole gorram building. Transparisteel glimmered like walls of aurodium in the sunlight which spread throughout the expansive penthouse with views on either side.
He made it two steps off the lift before he was greeted by a wall of hung-over flesh in a hastily donned bathrobe, a five o'clock shadow, and breath that was 100 proof Corellian whisky. "Harum Callain?"
The hung over hulk gave a grunt in reply. Now, the Pantoran could barely speak Standard, so he was hardly an omniglot or master of the spoken word... but he thought that was nerf herder for hello. Or, yes, in this case.
"Package for you," the youngling supplied, pausing as he reached into his back pocket to produce a datapad. "Sign here, please."
"I didn't order anything..." the man murmured, snatching the datapad from out of the boy's hands. Taking the stylus from out of the side, the man blinked and seemed to struggle to see straight as he went to sign his name.
Fun fact: A five finger death punch was actually a cool name for something you really only used two fingers for.
...and it wasn't really a death punch. The punch was just a physical foci for the Force Push into the human sternum. A concentrated, localized blow with sufficient force, delivered at the right time, would interrupt the cardiovascular rhythm. The result? Ninety-something kilos falling down like London Bridge, dead before he even hit the deck.
Now, you may be asking yourself, 'that's a Silver Sanctum tag. So why did that blue kid just turn that guy into a fething blob of bloated gas on the floor?'
Great question! Let's review, shall we..?
For starters, Lianna was the perfect place to run a spice operation in the Silver Sanctum Coalition. Specially, one that was operated out of Lianna, but the actual spice trades and spice deals took place off planet. See, the Coalition was a loose federation of planets, and the ruling Sanctum allowed each world to govern itself according to its own laws. Now, the Antarian Rangers had been trying for months to arrest this Hutt fart, but Lianna wasn't signatory to any extradition agreements. The Lianna government insisted that any Lianna citizen or resident accused of crimes be tried by the Lianna government.
Except a Lianna magistrate refused to admit as evidence the signal intercepts that had been used by the Antarian Rangers to identify Harum Callain as the proverbial man behind the curtain directing the spice trade. Because the transmission intercept hadn't been approved by a warrant issued by a Lianna court, there wasn't enough evidence to bring him to trial. So the Antarian Rangers went to the Sanctum, who went to the Jedi, who made a cup of tea and meditated on it... while waiting for Harum to do something to slip up and violate the law.
Now, no one was kidding themselves. Any other planet in the sector, [member="Connor Harrison"] and his little rag-tag band of Silver Shadows would have offed the dude in some grand, probably monologue-ing scene that all involved would emo-guilt trip over later, leading to some fall to the Dark Side, only to be redeemed... hugs all around! Except Lianna had been a world under the Silver Jedi Order, not the Silver Sanctum Coalition. As such, they had an agreement that no Jedi agent would operate on Lianna without prior notice to the government. And the Jedi couldn't be assed to break the law!
The moral of the story? Once again, never ask a Jedi to do a Sith's job.
While the Jedi meditated, the Sanctum drank tea, and Silver Shadowpuppets sat on their ass... a twelve year old had died from a spice overdose. Glitterstim, from Callain's little spice monkeys, had made its way from Kessel to Nar Shadda to Saleucami. Where it had gotten into the hands of middle schoolers.
And that was when Boo had decided that enough was enough.
...though, the boy hoped that no one thought he was doing this for charity. Oh no. [member="Coci Heavenshield"] was going to get a nice bill for this one. Only the Host Lord got these services for free.
And, what a racket that was. Religion was even worse than florists. You tithed. You volunteered. You gave more credits. And then the priests of Balagoth would guilt you into thinking you were a horrible person for not spending more of your time or credits on the faith. Like that fake ass Anja aj'Rou wannabe on PWHN, living in a multi-million credit home on Lorrd while telling the impoverished masses to just send credits to her and Nogras would lift them out of debt.
Anyway, caught up with me now?
Good, because now you know.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pele5vptVgc
He flipped the box around, dumped the daisies over the body and then tossed the trash aside as he turned and made his way back into the lift. As the elevator arrived at the ground floor, the boy hit the transmitter on the XJ9. The optics on the lift blew out as the child stepped out of the doors, much to the surprise of the people waiting for the lift.
"Out of order," the child supplied glibly, raising his amber eyes up at the baffled faces, before tucking his hands down into the pockets of his trousers and heading back out onto the city block.
It had started to rain.
"-tt-" Fething lovely day. He had intended to get some supplies for Rhen Var while he was here, but he wasn't lugging groceries through the rain all the way back to the docking bay in this.
The boy didn't back track as he exited the building. He turned the opposite way he'd come, circling back through a different alley as he started to make his way back to the space port. Which was why he found a body in the alley he hadn't seen before. Different alley.
...and different body.
At least, Boo was somewhat certain he wasn't responsible for this one.
Blood droplets on the ground gave some indication of the struggle. The rain was quickly washing those away, but the tinge of red made it clear that there was a blood trail heading out of the alleyway.
Now, Corpsey McDeadGuy obviously wasn't going anywhere... so whoever he'd tangled with was obviously limping along to see who could go furthest in a bleeding competition.
Might as well follow that trail and see who the winner might be...
Luckily the streets were not crowded tonight, however that did not mean he didn't get stares from those as he passed. While he tried to walk straight, the pain just through his body. The young man grimaced a little bit and bit on his lower lip. Kiran arm reached out to the person next to him and tapped him on the arm, which in his current state seemed more like a grab of desperation. He tried not to make it seem that way, but feth he did have a blade in his side.
"Excuse me...where is the nearest medical center?" Kiran said in a rather exhausted voice.
The older man looked at him awkwardly almost as if he was slightly afraid, but seemingly shrugged it off. "It's just a few blocks in the direction, that's the closest one anyway. Is everything alright?"
"Only time will tell..." Kiran muttered under his breath as he moved past him and in the direction he had pointed out. Just a few more minutes, potential hours and this would all be done and over with. The rain helped things a little bit at least, washed everything away. Not the past though, as he walked he remembered time ago when he was at home with his family, not his biological family but the family that took him in. They took a chance on him, and they weren't discouraged or disappointed at all. He had missed them, everyday for the longest time since they were murdered, he couldn't believe it had already been 7 months. Time seriously flew when you were on the run constantly, he had lost count of the number of bounty hunters he had come in contact with already. In truth he wanted this to be over and to end.
Kiran was just on the run for so long that he didn't know how to stop, and that was the first problem. "Almost there..." Kiran muttered to himself, fatigue and the like beginning to kick in, he couldn't continue on like this.
Weather for Lianna, partly cloudy with a twenty percent chance of rain or thunder showers... which probably explained why it was pouring rain. Now, Average speed for a humanoid over uneven ground is six-and-a-half kilometers per hour. So, if the Bleeding Man had been on the stumble for five minutes, and a Pantoran was departing the same alley, headed in the same direction... at what point would the two meet?
This was actually one case where being a child played to his favor. An eleven year old running and splashing in the rain was something no one was going to bat an eye at. So, while the boy ducked low and rushed along the street looked for indications of the blood trail that was being washed out, the people around him likely thought that the boy was doing nothing more than enjoying the weather.
The thin crowds of people seemed to be looking back or staring at something. As the boy shot past an old man, he could see a man ahead who was clutching at his side.
Coming up from behind the man, the young Pantoran eased his gait so that he fell into step alongside him. "Hey, Mister," the boy stated, careful to sound upbeat and cheerful, like a normal child would, as he looked at the bloodied hands and then flicked his amber gaze up toward the man's face. Side puncture into the abdominal cavity. Messy. "You don't look so good," the boy opined aloud.
Yeah, no chit, Sith.
"Want a hand to the hospital? Or, I can call you an ambulance."
Kiran shook his head a moment as he glanced up towards the sky, rain still coming down as it was before. Well, if this was as good as it was gonna get, the young man should be quite hopeful, that was was heard voice from close by. Kiran glanced over to him and nodded his head, and even smirked. The fates have dealt me another hand, unless the kid was a bounty hunter then there would be an big issue. His luck wasn't exactly playing out in his favor here recently. Before these past two months, he was able to stay hunkered down on a planet for a few weeks. But fate had different things in store for him as he was force to move about at least every week or so it seemed.
"Hey kid, your telling me huh." Kiran giggled lightly, perhaps it was the blood loss that was getting to him. Or maybe his outlook on the life he was leading changed his perspective on humor and life. Kiran stopped in his tracks as he glanced around then back to the kid.
"A hand wouldn't be to bad, to the hospital. Thanks a lot." Kiran said with exhausted chuckle. "The name is Kiran, what's yours?"
"And that is the unconventional use of the ultrasound to find internal bleeding," Lumi concluded, leading her trio of undergrad med students through the hall.
She could hear the sounds of their awe as they scribbled notes down viciously. She smiled, fleeing through her abilities their wonder and learning. The doctor had been sent here by the Dal'Bor University with these undergrad students to help them fulfill their needed hours of shadowing while fulfilling a diplomatic gesture to Lianna Med Central. To this day Lumi was still surpised how much this university could accomplish with one study--every action was political as well as philosophical.
"Are there any questions?" the blind doctor asked turning around on her heel.
Silence.
"Ma'am, you are requested in the ER," LAINA commented in her earpiece. "I am afraid that Dr Hernz is quite insistant."
"Alright, students, I want a report on this writen by tonight. 700 words minmum," she ordered before making her way to the ER.
Lexa woke up, she heard people walking by, desperate to sell something she calls out,
"Get your stuff, I've got all sorts of stuff, medical supplies, weapons, jewels, food and everything else you probably need!"
She chanted some more but stopped on the third go-around for the fact they were there, she could sense the force in them but both very different forces, she wasn't quite sure though, she wasn't great with the force. One of them was wounded,
"Looks like you need medical stuff, tell you what I'll sell it to ya 25% off.
It was a shame they were walking through the middle of a busy metropolis.
Any other place, Boo could have signaled R3 to bring the Equinox in for evac. His work necessitated a certain amount of on-call health care, so there was a refurbished GH-7 medical droid that could have addressed the knife. The GH-7 wasn't a 2-1B surgical droid, but it usually managed to do the job well enough to hold it all together until they could make it to one. Unfortunately, Boo's ship was a rather distinct Sith design. So flying it over the populated metropolitan area of a Silver Jedi planet was likely to generate a lot of attention.
Of course, the Sith panic would probably result in the government of Lianna inviting the Silver Jedi to the planet... which would have solve the issue that brought him here in the first place, so... that might actually be a win-win.
Bringing his smaller hand to cover where the man was holding at his side, the boy applied a modicum of telekinetic pressure against the wound. It would help control the external blood loss, but it wasn't a Force Heal by any stretch of the imagination. The Dark Side didn't do healing. Death? Absolutely. Decay? Almost certainly. The slow desiccation of warmth until you died in a tomb of ice? Not as uncommon as you may think.
But healing? The Sith had droids to do the healing for them.
At the same time, however, as the boy reached out to touch the man with the Force, he could feel a certain... presence. It wasn't much, if he it was there at all. At least, not yet, which meant that the man might not be awakened, if Boo's intuition was right about him at all.
"Boo," the youngling answered simply, when asked for his name. As the pair passed a street vendor cat-calling at passer-bys, the boy merely walked on without acknowledging the merchant.
They didn't need a kolto patch, they needed a doctor.
Turning a corner, the pair were at the entrance to the Emergency Room of the local medical facility. Normally, at this point, the boy would have left him to the care of the doctors and gone on back to Rhen Var. "We could use some help over here!" the boy declared, as the pair entered into the hospital.
Doctor Hernz stood behind his desk, impatience mounting. On a good day he was lacking patience but today.... Well was less than good. This intent doctor, Snow came in at last. She was dressed in some freakish garb of her native people: a white, leather gloves and boots and some rediculous trappings. These savages were so annoying.
"Took you long enough," Hernz grumbled. "I don't know what backwards world you came from Miss Snow, but here we prize professionalism. And timeliness."
The unseeing doctor only smiled, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked sweetly.
She was so disgusting to him. She made his skin crawl with uncomfortableness. Rumor had it she could see into minds. And that was a rumor he wasn't too fond of.
"Get out of my office," he retaliated. "ER duty for you."
"Of course," Lumi said with a slight courtesy and out of his office she went.
"Why did you take that? Would you like me to ruin his day? I recommend hacking and crashing his personal computer," LAINA commented in Lumi's earpiece.
"Oh there is no need for that," Lumi answered shaking her head. "Some people are just afraid."
"Afraid of what?" LAINA asked. "In three steps turn left."
"Of weakness, hurt, exposure, pain," Lumi answered as shd made her brisk turn to the left. "So many thi-"
"We could use some help over here!"
"Mistress--"
"I feel it," Lumi cut the AI off as she strode forward.
Amid the paintents in the waiting room for the ER she felt the new pair. One was a mix of pain and agony--injury. Though at first she could not quite distinguish what they were. The other--he felt strange. He was an orb of youth and power. A whirlwind of things she could not quite make out though their minds twinkled in the twilight of darkness like lanterns in the shadows.
"Doctor Lumi Snow. Here to be of assistance," the blind woman introduced herself, her voice was a well-practiced mixture of both professionalism and compassion. "Follow me please."
The doctor strode down the hall as she pressed her earpiece to close, "Get me carl. On room 40."
"Yes, Mistress."
The doctor came into the small room, motioning to the gurney before she began to rummage through her medical supplies, "Lay down please. I need your name and the name of your friend here. As well as what happened."
"Can I pay you with blood?" Kiran said in a rather amusing manner towards [member="Zuka Keis "] despite the fact that the was feeling a little off, his wound did seem to feel different, he wasn't sure why. "Well, Boo, it's nice to meet you, despite the circumstances." They moved into the Emergency room entrance as [member="Boo Chiyo"] called out for help. It didn't take long as someone had arrived with a gurney, and a Doctor which he assumed she was. She asked a few questions, and Kiran answered them as best as he could, without giving to much away on the other portion in regard to how this happened.
"This is Boo." Kiran said with a small pained look on his face, the wound still hurting. "He helped me out." The young man glanced towards the doctor. "I was attacked in a alleyway, the guy stabbed me." Obviously, Kiran said with a small painful chuckle.He just hoped this wouldn't take to long, that way he could be on his way, and to his next flight. Whenever and wherever that was going to take place.
The problem with being a spy was that you told so many lies that they became more familiar to you than the truth. So, at a certain point, the lies became the truth and the truth became the lies. So you didn't bother trying to keep much of it sorted, because it was all true in the end. Especially the lies.
"Chiyo," the youth supplied, providing a last name to go with the first. He wanted to seem as though he were offering information, participating in the conversation as it were, while strategically weighing options and determining careful what to say or reveal. He'd stay quiet, appear to try and stay out of the way, and let things unfold further.
"I didn't help much. Just saw him limping down the road and wanted to make sure he got here okay," the youngling remarked, with a hint of a smile.
Look concerned. Look sympathetic. Through various trained responses, the wolf meticulously dressed itself in the sheep's clothing.
In truth, he wasn't that concerned. He'd been hurt worse than that and bounced back fine. He was rather curious to know if Kiran understood who, or what, he was. And if he knew there were others like him on Voss.
People that could protect him from the Sith. People who could help protect him from becoming like Boo was. A monster, wearing a human face like a mask.
The doctor turned around, the syringe in her hand prepped and full of bacta.
"The damage could be worse," the doctor consoled him. Which, of course was true.
For a medical professional setting a needle was common, allbeit lethal. If placed in the wrong spot, the tip could pierce an artery or vein with catastrophic results. Many doctors claimed to be able to give shots blindfolded--Lumi was one of the few who could actually make good on the claim.
"This is going to sting," she warned before sinking the needle in. "And you will need stitches. But this will help expidite the healing process and--well reduce the pain for the stitches."
"The wound is ten centimeters over the left hip bone next to the hipflexer," LAINA informed her. "I must warn you, Mistress, failure to request insurance and name before treatment is a major breech in protocol."
The doctor reached back and grabbed her needle for stitches, all the wonderful tools she had for poking and healing. Her unseeing eyes stared ahead at the back wall as her fingers began the delicate work of pulling his wound closed with the ultra strong string.
"I suppose this is the part where I am supposed to make a joke about seeing the other guy," she said with a smirk, "But," she waved her hand in front of her eyes, "I can't even see you."
The doctor taped a patch of gauze over his wound.
"There are eight superficial slices along his right forearm," LAINA informed the doctor.
"So, are you native to Lianna?" she asked them both casually, grabbing a small box of adhesive bandages.
KIran nodded towards Boo as he was very grateful that he did help, he didn't have to. Kiran knew this above all else, he knew there was good people out there, and there was bad people out there. And usually most of the time they both had good and bad intentions, he just didn't know what Boo's was at the time.
"Not a problem." Kiran muttered as the needled pierced his skin, with the current wound that he had he wasn't to concerned with the needle at all.
Kiran shook his head slightly as he felt the weave to stitch his wound up. "No, I'm not. I'm just passing through, perhaps I should have skipped this planet." The young man said with a small chuckle, as he glanced over to his companion at the moment. "What about you Boo?" Kiran asked.
He hadn't pinned it down, until she put her hand in front of her face and said that she couldn't see them. Except, that wasn't quite true. The precise movements, the confidence with which she handled the needle and administered the shot, all indicated a certain degree of perception. A spatial awareness, as it were. It was a Force trait.
Interesting. Perhaps he wasn't the only 'Jedi undercover' on Lianna.
...well, except for the Jedi part.
He was a card carrying member of the Silver Watch, and technically one of Thurion's Silver Guardians, so in some respects it was true. He just didn't adhere to the Jedi Code.
The words of the Sith were much more pragmatic. Or maybe just pessimistic. It was much the same thing to the young Pantoran. "Oh, I'm a delivery boy for Plutonia Courier Services," the boy supplied, falling back on his oldest and simplest cover. A mail man went many routes, to many worlds, across many borders. It allowed an assassin an easily forged explanation for crossing in and out of both Jedi, Sith, and neutral space on multiple occasions. And the best part was, it was completely legitimate. A total front, to be certain, but there actually was a Plutonia Courier Services and a very nice droid that would answer the comm if you called. And, if the price was right, Boo might actually deliver a package for you.
"I'm on my way to Voss," the boy added, strategically dropping the name to see what either might say in response.
Kiran, in particular, seemed the sort who might benefit from meeting some of the Jedi there.
"I'm not from around here either," she said as well, leaning close over the wounds. It wasn't so much for vision--since she was blind--but for the confidence of the patients. She found it made them more satisfied with her care.
She felt the redheaded intern enter before she heard his words, "Hello, Doctor Snow. LAINA said you needed me?"
The doctor gave a slight nod, "Yes, if you wouldn't mind getting their official statements and their insurance, I would be grateful."
"Of course," the intern said before Lumi heard the click of a pen, "Ok guys, I just need your names, insurance numbers, dates of birth and social numbers." he had been doing this quite some time for the doctor by now.
"There is a sprain on the patient's right ankle," LAINA commented in Snow's ear.
The doctor reached back on the table and pulled an ace bandage. She rolled her patient's pant leg back and removed his boot before wrapping his ankle and calf in the protective bandage. "I'm going to recommend that you take it easy--I cannot force you to stay since your conscious and not dying. But take it easy. You've lost a lot of blood and you could afford to keep from losing much more. Alright?"
Kiran took a deep breath as he laid his head back and glanced up and just stared at the ceiling for a moment. He would have to be careful against' future attacks should they come. With the destruction of Corellia he had wondered if they would stop, the government was destroyed but perhaps someone else had placed it in path of them.
"Thank you Lumi, Doctor, sorry." Kiran said showing a small apologetic smile as he glanced towards her and then he heard Boo say the word Voss.
"Voss?" Kiran repeated as he thought curiously for a moment. "When do you plan on heading that way, if so could I get a ride there?" Kiran asked, the quicker he leave Lianna the better, but then again he wondered if she should remain here just as Lumi had recommended, or well taking things easy anyway.
At the request for information, the Pantoran boy handed over two identicards.
Both were legitimate, in so far as they were issued by the Silver Sanctum Coalition, which didn't tend to make the information on them any more or less reliable. Like all government bureaucracies, the Coalition issued identicards based on credentials. Some of which could be obtained through legitimate means for deceptive purposes. Case in point, the identicard which identified him was a student visa and ID issued under the Levantine Astronautical Academy. The second was the information relating to Plutonia Courier Services, from which any corporate insurance information could be requested.
"Voss?" the boy echoed, glancing back to Kiran. "Nothing really," he answered, tactfully avoiding wanting to appear too eager. With a shrug, the youth merely offered, "Voss is the Sector Capital. You can catch a transport from there to just about anywhere. Laekia. Morellia. Mon Cal. Anywhere."
Hopping back so that he was sitting on the window ledge, the boy kicked his feet absently as he remarked, "Plus, the Order of the Silver Jedi are there." Oh yes, the much spoken of, little understood, rarely exciting Jedi. "That's actually who my next delivery is for," the boy lied smoothly. If necessary, he could make-up a package to bring to [member="Coci Heavenshield"] to cover his tracks.
"If you've never seen it, the Silver Temple is quite impressive."
As he spoke, the boy's eyes moved back to the enigmatic doctor. "You ever visit the temple, doctor?" the boy inquired off-handedly, but it wasn't nearly as casual an inquiry as it may have otherwise appeared. One might have said the boy was being somewhat strategic about posing probing questions.
"Here you go Dr. Snow," Carl said after furiously scribbling down the information. "I am setting this on the counter right behind you, next to your medical supplies. Is that alright?"
She offered him a compassionate smile, "Of course, Carl. Hard working and brilliant as ever. Thank you."
'Will there be anything else, ma'am?" the well-mannered and red-headed college intern asked.
She shook her head, "No thank you, if you could just watch after the other students, that would be wonderful."
With a satisfied sigh she leaned back on her stool. Another job done, another life saved, for now. The words of Malintis, her guardian and father-like figure came to mind, The joy of a job well done is its own reward. He sure loved that saying. And she agreed with it. Usually.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, just be careful alright?" Lumi said crossing her legs. "I may be a doctor but I am not heartless after all." She flashed a quick grin before Boo asked his question.
"I will let you in on a secret," she said to the boy, feigning clandestine for his amusement, "Can you keep a secret? I am one of the first from my planet to leave in a long time. A very very long time," without realizing it, Lumi's maternal instincts began to kick in. She found herself talking to him like a young child. The young child he was, "And I am out to find out as much about the galaxy as I can. To learn. And explore. You could say I am like the early star explorers, going into new star systems and new planets.
"The Silver Jedi...." Kiran whispered as he almost retreated a bit into himself like he was searching for an explanation or an answer. He had heard of them before, but never actually met them, he wondered if they could help him. Maybe help him forget, if that was even a possibility. He listened to Lumi speak to Boo,and for a moment it seemed like she was speaking to him. However Kiran knew that wasn't the case. Perhaps he needed to explore more, find out more about who he truly was. Up until this moment this was his only moment of rest and meaningful peace he had in a long time.
"Perhaps I could make a trip there." The young man muttered under his breath, not realizing he was talking to himself still lost in deep thought. That was until he was shook from that place as he glanced to Lumi and then to Boo with a laugh and nod of his head.
"Very exciting." Kiran said randomly out of turn potentially.
Definitely not Miraluka, but that was the sort of vibe he got from her.
As for Kiran... he was just going to assume that Doc had pumped him with some good drugs. Plus, you know, blood loss.
Sadly, if there was one thing Boo could sympathize with, it was blood loss. First world Sith kid problems.
"Well, if you wanted, there's room aboard my ship if you wanted to travel to Voss-Ka," the Pantoran offered, to both of them. Looking over at the Doc, the boy said, "Silver Cross operates out of the hospital there. I bet the [member="Maya Carrick"] lady that's in charge there would love to talk shop with another healer."
Plus, Kiran probably wanted to get the kark off planet before the local police stumbled across what was in that alley.
...and Boo kinda wanted to bounce out before anyone went up to check on the dude he'd just killed as well.
