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Treatment was getting to be a schutta.
The wounds he had suffered on Gree were healing, but they were doing so at a rate that would keep Cedric from doing his job for many months. Given the current state of the galaxy and trials his people were undergoing, such inaction was simply unacceptable. When traditional medicine had proven itself lacking, the Jedi Master chose to seek out alternative means of care.
Sabarene had been the result of his search. The temple there was host to a handful of healers, whereas the New Republic could only claim two or three at most. The Jedi Master had taken one final look in the mirror before making his decision.
Stripped to his undergarments, Cedric observed his mangled form. His body looked to have aged ten years past his actual age. Scars and warped flesh told stories of past conflicts upon that canvas that was his form, but one specific wound in particular drew his attention. His chest was bound by stitching, but the skin around it had darkened to an unhealthy shade of brown that almost looked like bruising. The Jedi Master understood it for what it truly was.
When battling the Sith on Gree, he'd sustained multiple blows from the Sith commander. In the process, his entire body had been set aflame, and the majority of his skin had to be replaced with grafts. As if the flames were not enough, a lightsaber bound in the pure ethereal energy of the dark side had split his ribcage. The physical aspects of the wound had been healed, but the corruption that lingered kept it from progressing any further.
I need a healer.
Content with his conlusion, Cedric wasted little time in absconding to the temple on Sabarene. He entered the hallowed halls clad in the dark robes his people, though he'd elected not to wear the armored plates with the Jedi garb this time. His features were hidden by the visage of his mask, and few paid the strange Jedi Master much mind as he asked around for an available healer.
Hopefully he could find one before the day was done.
[member="Chiara Viren"]
The wounds he had suffered on Gree were healing, but they were doing so at a rate that would keep Cedric from doing his job for many months. Given the current state of the galaxy and trials his people were undergoing, such inaction was simply unacceptable. When traditional medicine had proven itself lacking, the Jedi Master chose to seek out alternative means of care.
Sabarene had been the result of his search. The temple there was host to a handful of healers, whereas the New Republic could only claim two or three at most. The Jedi Master had taken one final look in the mirror before making his decision.
Stripped to his undergarments, Cedric observed his mangled form. His body looked to have aged ten years past his actual age. Scars and warped flesh told stories of past conflicts upon that canvas that was his form, but one specific wound in particular drew his attention. His chest was bound by stitching, but the skin around it had darkened to an unhealthy shade of brown that almost looked like bruising. The Jedi Master understood it for what it truly was.
When battling the Sith on Gree, he'd sustained multiple blows from the Sith commander. In the process, his entire body had been set aflame, and the majority of his skin had to be replaced with grafts. As if the flames were not enough, a lightsaber bound in the pure ethereal energy of the dark side had split his ribcage. The physical aspects of the wound had been healed, but the corruption that lingered kept it from progressing any further.
I need a healer.
Content with his conlusion, Cedric wasted little time in absconding to the temple on Sabarene. He entered the hallowed halls clad in the dark robes his people, though he'd elected not to wear the armored plates with the Jedi garb this time. His features were hidden by the visage of his mask, and few paid the strange Jedi Master much mind as he asked around for an available healer.
Hopefully he could find one before the day was done.
[member="Chiara Viren"]
