Jedi Academy

Silas was a bit more beat up then he let on after their earlier encounter with the droids. So when he got back to the base he popped in to see the local nurse, well Master.

Knocking at the door to her quarters, he waited a moment before calling out. "Master Murag, are you in?"

Murah wore a couple of extra layers of clothing underneath her jedi robes as she opened the door. Even in the base, it felt cold. "Oh, Silas? Is everything alright?"

"Um, mostly..." He looked to the side, as if he was guilty of something. "Me and some of the others went out exploring that base in the canyon here. You know, the abandoned one?"

"Well the others are mostly okay, but I ended up getting shot a little." He opened his cloak to gesture to a few spots on his chest.

"Shot...? What?" Murah blinked in surprise and gestured for Silas to step inside. "What did you find?"

"Active defense droids." Silas explained as he stepped inside. "I wasnt really expecting that either."

"Well, that and we think some of the stuff there is related to the Gree?"

She gestured for him to take a seat before pushing back the sleeves of her robes. "Gree... It is said they have travelled far and wide across the galaxy in times of old. Perhaps they came here at some point. Some say they still travel the galaxy, documenting and studying everything."

"Is everyone else alright?"

"Yeah." Silas replied with a nod. "Though I am really starting to think things like shooting me." First the gangsters, then the droids.

"Tell me the truth, Master. Is it the hair?"

She couldn't help but to chuckle. "No, Silas, I do not think it's the hair." She held out her hand for his arm. Her hands were cold to the touch at first, but the way the Force flowed so easily between them to ease his wounds, they began to feel warm.

"Maybe it's because you try to be a hero?"

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Force Healing for Silas. +3 healed from Heal upgrade with Medicine.: 4eF 3 Light Side, 2 Dark Side


3 Light pips, 1 for base, 1 for strength upgrade, and 1 for Strain recovery.

8 Wounds and 8 Strain healed.

He brought up his hand, making it easier for her to touch his arm. The pain from his wounds, even the knot on his head from his time in the air ducts fading quickly.

"Am I trying to be a hero?" He asked, perhaps a bit surprised by the concept. "I mean I'm really just trying to defend the others.... We were in that place because I wanted to go after all."

"Plus, I'm a guardian. I'm suppose to defend, right?"

"There's nothing wrong in being the guardian, Silas. Just remember to not take needless risks, especially when others are involved," she chided in a gentle and motherly tone. "Don't get yourself hurt because you don't have faith in the abilities of your friends, yes?"

"I do trust them, or well I think I do." He frowned. "Mostly." There were moments he questioned the thinking of some of them.

"But I'll try." It was after all something he needed to have. "Getting shot is really not fun after all."