Laira Darkhold
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Three days in a bacta tank. That's what the medics had said about Ijaat, which given the circumstances wasn't so bad. Not every day did someone survive diving into the most dangerous part of a Kur'yida edee at all, and so three days in bacta was hardly bad news given the situation.
The Medical frigate they were travelling to Aldera on was comfortable, and Draco had been given his own quarters near the bridge from which he could finally re-attune himself to the Force after having been on Myrkr for a full day without it. The Mandalorian liked to reach out and feel each and every strand of the infinite web, at least as many strands as he could sense and reach when he was meditating like this. It reassured him of his power and proficiency, and brought out the subtle feelings of each being he touched in this way. For now, it was just the ship's crew, Ijaat, and of course Faith and the Twins, whom he could sense just about anywhere.
Once he completed that aspect, he turned his focus inside himself, sensing the tears and rugged edges of his presence, the torn pieces of him that no longer existed with him. He was glad for this fact, even though he was damaged, the Warrior wasn't psychotic, and so the tears and shreds of him were a good thing. At least for now.
He placed the two little objects, a small square that fit in his hand with a faint glowing blue light, and a small pyramid equal in size with a faint glowing red light. One made him curious, the other made his stomach turn and made him nauseous. Which to pry into first?
The Medical frigate they were travelling to Aldera on was comfortable, and Draco had been given his own quarters near the bridge from which he could finally re-attune himself to the Force after having been on Myrkr for a full day without it. The Mandalorian liked to reach out and feel each and every strand of the infinite web, at least as many strands as he could sense and reach when he was meditating like this. It reassured him of his power and proficiency, and brought out the subtle feelings of each being he touched in this way. For now, it was just the ship's crew, Ijaat, and of course Faith and the Twins, whom he could sense just about anywhere.
Once he completed that aspect, he turned his focus inside himself, sensing the tears and rugged edges of his presence, the torn pieces of him that no longer existed with him. He was glad for this fact, even though he was damaged, the Warrior wasn't psychotic, and so the tears and shreds of him were a good thing. At least for now.
He placed the two little objects, a small square that fit in his hand with a faint glowing blue light, and a small pyramid equal in size with a faint glowing red light. One made him curious, the other made his stomach turn and made him nauseous. Which to pry into first?