Syreeta Ming
The Woman in White
Syreeta stood in what had become her usual spot, peering into the bacta chamber from the other side of the viewing window. Most of the wounded from Moorja had cleared out, their injuries healed. The doctors had given them a clean bill of health, and they were released back to their old lives, changed but still alive.
In the weeks that followed the surprise attack, Syreeta had begun the process of joining the Jedi Order. She had faced Carnifex yet again. But the Jedi Knight she rescued that fateful day, Aria Chant, had still not awoken. While her mind remained caught in a trap of the Sith Lord's making, her body was unable to heal. Despite the best efforts of the doctors, her condition continued to deteriorate.
Syreeta pressed a small white hand to the glass, her expression tight with worry. She knew what had to be done, and yet she was afraid. The memories of her past life which resurfaced told her that she had once been able to dreamwalk—but she didn't remember how. The gaps in her knowledge could prove dangerous for Aria and herself. But she could no longer afford to wait, not while the Knight continued to waste away in the murky waters of the bacta tank.
Now Syreeta would have to turn to another for help: Tirin Raene, the Jedi who had assisted her in driving Carnifex out of the Naboo teahouse, was a relative stranger to her. But he knew things she didn't. His teachings would help to fill in the gaps of her memory, and together they would rescue Aria's mind from the depths.
Or so Syreeta hoped...