[ THE ARCHEOLOGIST ]
I N J U R Y
Wearing: xxx
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Briana Sal-Soren
Tython had been a disaster in every way conceivable. No matter how hard the Galactic Alliance tried, it seemed the Brotherhood of the Maw continued to chew its way through the core. There had been more casualties than anyone wanted despite the fact the Maw sustained countless more. The blind faith of the simpleminded led them to offer their lives for promises that would never be fulfilled.
Injuries had been sustained, and among them was Justice Lesan. The young archeologist continued to find himself in combat situations which did not suit his skill. Like many of his family name the boy could duel, but that did not mean he was destined for warzones. Perhaps the scar would have been cooler had there been some great enemy faced, or a duel against a superior foe.
That had not been the case.
The padawan woke up in the stale environment, the bacta only able to mend so much of the wound which had been sustained. He sighed as his mind wandered to the last time he sat in an infirmary. A look to his arm reminded him of the lesson he should have learned the first time. Now a scar existed to remind him he had not.
His head pressed into the pillow underneath it as he closed his eyes. For now they wanted him to sleep, and Just was more than willing to comply. He dozed off once or twice, but nothing consistent captured his attention. Justice was counting down until his release, but the medical team had not cleared it yet. He wondered why. Just was getting bored.