Private To Unsee What Was Seen

[Tannor Grene]

The room was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Soft lighting replaced harsh overhead panels. The hum of distant generators and station traffic was muted behind layered sound-dampening walls. Every surface, every detail, had been chosen with care; not for luxury, but for calm. Neutral colors. Subtle textures. Gentle, indirect illumination. Nothing to distract. Nothing to overwhelm. A low table sat between two comfortable chairs, flanked by a small couch along the far wall. A simple tray held warm caf, chilled water, and a selection of mild teas. No datapads were visible. No recording equipment. No obvious security systems. The space felt private, both deliberately and meticulously so.

Behind it all stood the barely perceptible thrum of a Faraday enclosure, shielding the room from outside surveillance, slicing the space cleanly away from the endless observation that dominated much of the galaxy.

Tannor waited inside. He stood near the window panel, which was a simulated skyline slowly cycling through a peaceful day-night pattern. His posture was relaxed, his presence calm and grounded. His clothing was practical, muted, unassuming. Nothing about him demanded attention. And yet, there was a steadiness to him that quietly anchored the room.

This space was not a clinic. It was a sanctuary. When the door chimed, Tannor turned smoothly, offering a gentle nod of greeting. “Come in. You’re safe here.” His voice carried warmth, measured and steady, without pretense. “There’s no formal procedure. No required introductions. No obligation to share anything you aren’t ready to.” He gestured toward the seating. “We go at your pace. Everything spoken here remains here. I keep no digital records, and nothing leaves this room unless you decide it should.” A pause. Not heavy. Just space. “My role isn’t to judge, fix, or direct. I’m here to listen, to help untangle what feels knotted, and to walk beside you while you sort through it.” His gaze remained gentle, steady. “Whenever you’re ready… you can begin.”

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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
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Ronhar listend on with impatience as Dr. Tannor Grene droned on and one about "procedure" and "records" and "going at your own pace", as if Ronhar actually intended to stay in this office for more than five standard Galactic minutes. The only reason he had come to Dr. Grene in the first place was because he needed to pass his psychological evaluation to get back into the field, and his regular doctor had been unavailable for one reason or anything. Prystill Oasay had recommended Dr. Grene to him, and not really having any other options, he had accepted and scheduled an appointment with the doctor.

Normally, Ronhar would be in and out of here as soon as possible, since the Imperial Psychologists understood the...urgency of approving Ronhar for field duty as soon as possible. Yet, this one was different, almost as if he actually cared about Ronhar's wellbeing. Had Pry known about this? Is that why she had recommended Dr. Grene to him? Regardless of what she knew, Ronhar didn't think that Grene would be the type of guy to sign off on his psyche evaluation release with just a few cursory statements and questions.

"Oh, Karabast!", Ronhar exclaimed as he sat back in his chair in frustration, not really wanting to open up about the things he had seen or how he was feeling. He leaned forward to address the doctor, the annoyance in his voice clear for anyone to see:

"Well the hell do I even begin? The fact that I almost got killed again on that galaxy forsaken planet Brosi? The fact that I'm still becoming convinced that I'm not a person and am actually a droid? Or maybe the fact that I'm scared to death of messing up my relationship between me and Prystill Oasay because of all these problems I'm having?"

Ronhar hadn't really meant to say all that, but the words had started coming tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and pretty soon Ronhar started telling Grene his entire life story: how he had been terrified to fight Darth Carnifex on Brosi, how he had failed to save the child from the clutches of Vakhari Lutris , how he had developed a lasting friendship with Laphisto and a romantic relationship with Prystill Oasay , and how he had nearly had a mental breakdown upon seeing a doppelganger version of himself during the second most recent Podrace he had participated in. For a man who was apparently so against going to therapy...Ronhar clearly needed it.

Having said his piece, Ronhar sat back down in his chair, clearly still agitated about everyone he had been through. Everything he had told the doctor had been true, but he had omitted many specific details, not completely trusting Grene to go and say anything about his many adventures. If Dr. Grene wanted to get them out of Ronhar, he would need to keep Ronhar talking.

"Hell, that's about the gist of it, Doc. So where in the galaxy do we begin?"

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[Tannor Grene]

Tannor leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he watched Ronhar finally catch his breath. The man’s words had come out like a floodgate opening; raw, jagged, and filled with everything he’d been holding in. Most would have recoiled at the chaos, but Tannor simply allowed it to exist, unjudged.

“I hear you, Ronhar,” Tannor said evenly, his voice steady, neither rushing nor pressuring. “That’s… a lot. And it makes sense that it feels overwhelming. You’ve been through more than anyone should have to manage alone.” He paused, letting the weight of that statement sink in. “It’s not about whether you’ve handled it ‘well enough’ or whether anyone else would consider you a person or a droid. It’s about you, sitting here, dealing with all of it. That… counts.”

Tannor tilted his head slightly, meeting Ronhar’s gaze without the faintest trace of judgment. “I’m not here to tick boxes for a report or to push you into some procedure that strips you of your own pace. I’m here to help you find the pieces of yourself that might feel fractured; the pieces that are scared, angry, or even unsure if they belong in the galaxy at all. We start wherever you need to start. Not where anyone else thinks you should.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “So tell me, Ronhar… when you think back on everything you’ve just said, what’s the part that weighs heaviest on you right now? That’s where we begin.”

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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
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"So tell me, Ronhar… when you think back on everything you've just said, what's the part that weighs heaviest on you right now? That's where we begin."

Ronhar honestly wasn't sure what to say.

In fact, he had surprised even himself with the amount of words that had come out of his mouth, and he hadn't really intended to reveal all of what he said to Dr. Grene. Still, the man made a good point: what exactly was it that was weighing heaviest on Ronhar? He thought about it for a moment.

The whole "him turning into a droid" thing honestly hadn't been as much of a problem as Ronhar had thought it might be. Save for the incident during the Podrace, it hadn't really affected Ronhar all that much, nor had it prevented him from carrying out his duties or maintaining friendships with other organic beings. Perhaps that was why it wasn't a problem, since he had made so many new friends and created so many lasting relationships that he didn't have time to worry about whether he was organic or droid in the first place.

Then, of course, was he special relationship with Prystill Oasay . It still annoyed Ronhar rather greatly that he wasn't able to see Pry as much as he might have liked, but that came with the territory of being in the Imperial Armed Forces. Of course, that also meant that Ronhar wasn't as quick to take risks as he had been before, since at the end of the day, he had someone that was important to him to come home to. Ronhar had always assumed that he would go out in a blaze of glory, killed on some dangerous mission in service to his people, his planet, and the Imperials, but now he wasn't quite so sure that was the way he wanted to go, since he imagined being with Pry for a very, very long time.

Honestly, there was something that was particularly bothering him, something that was preventing him from finding that peace he so desperately wanted with Pry and all the others he had come to know over the last couple of months. Something that time and time again brought the galaxy to the brink of ruin, something that was only truly concerned with themselves and didn't care how their consequences might affect others, something that Ronhar was starting to develop a personal hatred of despite his better judgement.

"The Sith", he finally hissed out to Dr. Grene, his eys dangerously narrow. "Tell me, Doc, have you ever encountered a Sith before? Nasty, nasty beings, only taking power for themselves, never caring about how they might affect the galaxy with what they do. Every time we try to do something to help the people of the galaxy, its always those damned Sith standing in our way. Seriously, what in the hell are they thinking, unleashing those abominations all over the place, corrupting the Mandos and the High Republic and all that? It makes me sick to my stomach, Doc, it really does".

None of what Ronhar said was false, of course. The Sith were truly the one constant that were interfering with his ability to be happy, his ability to find inner peace and stability and live the life he so desperately craved with Prystill and all the others...

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[Tannor Grene]

Tannor did not react to the word Sith. He did not flinch at the venom in Ronhar’s tone. He had heard hatred before; it rarely arrived alone.

“I have encountered many things,” he replied evenly. “But this session is not about them.” A pause. “It is about you.”

He watched the narrowing of Ronhar’s eyes, the tension gathering in his jaw. “You speak of the Sith as though they are personally robbing you.” Not mocking him, but being observational. “Standing in your way. Interfering with your ability to be happy.” Another measured breath was taken. “You imagined dying in glory once.” His gaze remained steady. “Now you imagine growing old with Prystill.” He let that contrast sit in the room. “The Sith did not change that desire.” A slight tilt of his head. “You did.”

Silence was given for a moment to let that sink in. “So when you say they make you sick to your stomach… I wonder.” His tone sharpened just a fraction. “Is it hatred or is it fear?” A beat. “Because peace is fragile in a galaxy like this.” He did not look away. “And if the galaxy never stabilizes… what happens to the life you’re beginning to want?”

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[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
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"You speak of the Sith as though they are personally robbing you. Standing in your way. Interfering with your ability to be happy. You imagined dying in glory once. Now you imagine growing old with Prystill. The Sith did not change that desire. You did."

He was right, of course. Annoyingly so, but still right. The Sith hadn't cause Ronhar to re-evaluate himself or his life priorities, he had very much done so of his own violation. But so what? Even if that were true, it was the Sith making it impossible for Ronhar to get the desires he wanted, no, that he deserved. What was his point?

So when you say they make you sick to your stomach… I wonder. Is it hatred or is it fear? Because peace is fragile in a galaxy like this. And if the galaxy never stabilizes… what happens to the life you're beginning to want?"

Ronhar couldn't help but chuckle at the doctor's observation.

"Hatred, or fear, you say? I don't hate the Sith, per say, because I have better things to waste my energy on. But as for fear? You're damn right I'm sacred of them. How could I not be? After seeing half of things I've seen, I'm sure you'd agree with me. Those Sith are monsters...and being afraid of them? That's a given, Doc. Tell me, are you familiar with the planet Brosi? Of course you are, how could you not be? No doubt you've heard the news about how the Imperial Confederation tried and failed to take the planet over. But did you know that wasn't the first time we made an attempt to capture Brosi?"

"If you go to the planet today, you'll find miles and miles of thick, uninterrupted jungle and forest, much like what you'd find on Myrkr or Yavin IV. But did you know that the planet wasn't always like that? Apparently it had once been a testing site for chemical or viral weapons, cause the first time we attacked it, it was little more than a barren wasteland, a veritable hellhole, if you would. Filled with nothing but the shambling corpses of a million reanimated Sithspawn monstrosities, who, mind you, would be more than happy to add you to their undead legions with just a single bite.

"But that wasn't even the worst part. My job was to collect some data from the so called Brosi "Mega-Tower", which probably no longer exists. Getting inside was tough enough, but what we found inside...they were experimenting on children, for the galaxy's sake! What kind of sick monster does that? Us soldiers, we know what we signed up for, and we volunteered to do the things that we have to do. But a child? They didn't ask for any of this! They don't deserve any of what's happening to them. How could they? They're just...children, after all!"

Though Ronhar was physically present in the room, his eyes had a faraway look of them, as Ronhar thought back to the day of his Rhydonium accident, his mind focused on that critically injured children that had been brought alongside next to him as Ronhar awaited treatment. Even today, he had no idea if that child was alive or dead, much as he had no idea if the child that Vakhari Lutris had taken with them was still breathing. Ronhar had always hated himself for not being able to do more, and especially for not being strong enough to rescue the kid from Vakhari Lutris 's clutches while he had the chance.

Just something else that haunted him each and every night of his life...

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