Jedi Special Investigation Unit

[MikDaTv]

Struggling to remember what Tank had taught her aboard the Botany Bay about combat medicine, Genie acted on auto pilot. She nodded when given the orders and when asked for ice and water, she stepped outside and got several handfuls of snow. Her throat was raw and felt tight but other than that she was beginning to feel a lot better now that she wasn't choking to death.

She ate some snow which soothed her throat some and piled the rest on the floor next to john, nervously looking outside and the fight. She was supposed to be Jor's apprentice, she should be at his side right now but when she looked down at John, she didn't want to leave.

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When the goons attacked Jor exploded. 5 different Jor Halcyon's dove in different directions, sabers flashing and blasters firing. Of course the real Jor hadn't moved an inch. The blaster fire aimed towards him he deflected aside with his lightsaber and then closed his eyes. finding the minds of the cultist mooks, he turned the field outside the temple white with snow.

To everyone else, the weather stayed the same. To Jor and the Mooks, a sudden and unexpected blizzard had descended upon the Jedi temple, dropping visibility to mere feet. Jor could navigate it perfectly since the storm wasn't real and was in fact, an enforced figment of his imagination but to the Mooks it was real right down to the feeling of tiny frozen ice crystals hitting their cheeks.

Jor smirked and walked towards the Mooks. His confidence wavered a bit though when he felt Decon leave the battle meld suddenly. He realized that time was shorter than he wanted and Decon was in trouble. He grabbed at his com link and dialed up Senior. "Gray Leader, there are four blaster wielding dupes standing on my front lawn that i don't have time to deal with. Could you remove them from the premises please."

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Senior keyed his com twice then hand signaled to Hefty. The pair of them burst through the snowbank where they were hiding behind Vincent's NPCs, firing their rifles with the kind of trained precision that comes with every day practice. It was over in barely a second. Four shots rang out and four bodies dropped.

Senior and Hefty ran over to them, giving each of them a quick double tap to make sure they stayed down, then proceeded to disarm the bodies, tossing their rifles into the snow. Senior gave Jor a thumbs up and continued policing the bodies.

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Jor admired Gray Teams pragmatism and efficiency. He generally didn't agree with killing someone by shooting them in the back with no warning, but the Grays weren't Jedi. They were soldiers and they would do whatever it took to end a fight without any of their own getting hurt.

Jor began a brisk jog through the snow. the Mooks had distracted him long enough. He was Commander of the Templars, charged with defending Jedi facilities and a fellow Jedi was being dragged away against his will. Drake and Kamille were fighting something else in the distance, John and Genie were wounded and out of the fight. It was down to him, Vincent and Nisha and he wouldn't let this go down they way they wanted it too no matter what.

He holstered Neeja and shifted his lightsaber into his right hand as he jobbed. "Vincent" he shouted, tightening his grip on the hilt of his lightsaber. "I'm comin for you."

[Damocles]

"Leave the body!" Vincent yelled to the sith. "Its just slowing you down, and my idiot men are all dead" he yelled his voice slightly changed from last time "Jor's gonna be here soon, he wants us both dead. Now if you don't want me to use you as bait bring your ass" he said to Nisha. Vincent pulled out his communicator "Jayne" he said his voice in a commanding tone "We're done here bring the transport to my location if you would, I got Jor on my trail".

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Kamille jumped at Nonppa and swung his saber the behemoth turned around and grabbed Kamille's arm "Ugh" Kamille grunted in pain it felt like the guy was trying to break his arm in two "Crap crap..." Kamille growled. Drake ran towards Nonppa "Kamille!" He yelled swinging his saber trying to cut off Nonppa's arm. Nonppa let Kamille go and leapt out the way. "Kamille now!" Drake called out he and Kamille ran towards Nonppa and ran their hands into his gut both of them firing off force blasts at the same time.

"Keep pushing" Drake ordered Kamille growled as he focused more on putting Nonppa down. Nonppa laughed and grabbed them both by the throats "Shit..." Kamille said as Nonppa leapt through the air he landed slamming both Drake and Kamille into the ground. Neither one of them were moving, Nonppa stood up looking at the two Jedi on the ground. "Nonppa, we're leaving!" Jayne called out.

Nonppa smirked at them "Weak, like Radditz" he said turning to go back to the transport vessel. Once on board Jayne walked up to the cockpit. "We're going to pick up Vincent follow his transmission" she said. The vessel lifted off the ground taking off. Both Drake and Kamille laid on the ground unconscious.

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Vincent laughed as he waited for the transport "Jayne target and fire on Jor, he should be right behind me" he said. In the vessel Jayne looked on "Fine fine, target the jedi master and destroy him" she said to her pilot. "Ma'am" he said targeting the area behind Vincent and firing hoping to either hit Jor or cause him to back off for the time being.

The vessel started to hover over Vincent and Nisha "Get your ass on Vincent" Jayne called down to him.

[Roku]

Tess had been following the battle through the force, and was aware of the situation Nisha was in. She was pleased that it looked like Nisha was going to escape. She could understand the world from Nisha's perspective. Do or die. She had to escape the Jedi here or she would surely be executed on Coruscant.

-Nisha...- She came into the Sith's mind as clear as the full moon in the night sky. -Let him go, you're above this... you'll thank me later. We can put him back together. Go on, escape, and save yourself please. In more than one way...-

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Mirka did everything she could for John, and put some snow on his head to ease the swelling and allow the cold to seep into him, which would help him wake up. She scanned his healing progress, and it was at about 85 percent. He might have some small concussion symptoms but they wouldn't last as long as they naturally would due to the accelerated healing. "He'll be fine, don't you worry..." She told Genie. "Just needs to get some sleep, and have a drink when he wakes up. Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked, before starting to do a medical force scan on Genie as well. Her voice sounded sweet and almost motherly now that her patient seemed to be doing better.

[Gamov]

A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed Vincent's comments that his men were all dead. At least they had partially done their job, distracting Jor just long enough for them to put some distance between themselves and the Jedi. Turning back to Vincent, she heard him mention something about leaving Decon behind, but a muffled voice in her mind muted his words to her.

Honing her attention in on the voice, a veiled look of confusion came over her. "Tess...?"

"Let him go, you're above this... you'll thank me later. We can put him back together. Go on, escape, and save yourself please. In more than one way..."

The telepathic plea was enough to give Nisha pause. Glancing back down to Decon, she eyed her helpless victim for a second. Every fiber of her being told her to just kill him. He was the enemy, undeserving of mercy or pity.

When the sudden roar of engines settled overhead though, Nisha turned her attention skyward to see the transport shuttle hovering just above her. Sparing one last look towards Decon's motionless form, she anxiously twisted her fingers around the saber hilt in her right hand and grit her teeth in frustration.

Looking back to Vincent, she raised her voice over the din of the transport's engines. "We need him. As long as he's with us, the Jedi won't try anything."

Nisha deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it to her belt before shifting Decon's motionless form, hefting his body onto her shoulder with a labored grunt. The Lorrdian was heavier than she thought for, but the Force helped her to shoulder his weight as she waited for the shuttle to touch down.

[MikDaTv]

Genie shook her head. "No, i feel fine… well… better now. I'll watch over him if you have something else you need to do." Her heart rate had fallen to a normal level now and she was a lot calmer. inside she was kicking herself over and over about putting her saber away before the fight had finished. If she'd been battle ready when that thing came back to life she could have cut it's arm off. Jor had always told her not to drop her guard until she had regrouped with friends to a safe location. She just wasn't used to treating Ilum like it wasn't a safe location.

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"Holy crap!" Jor said hauling himself left with all his strength and diving into the snow. The blast struck near where he'd been standing. He felt the heat from the blast flash burn his exposed skin but luckily his last minute jump and the snow absorbed most of the energy.

He needed to do something before the pilot lined up another shot so he pulled the same trick twice. using his sphere of responsibility, he found the mind of the ships pilot and put the same vision of a whiteout blizzard just outside the ships viewport.

"Damn you Vincent." He shouted as he pushed himself back up onto his feet. He drew Neeja and took aim at the ship. He squeezed off five shots. Chances are it wouldn't do a damn thing but Jor had lost them and wanted to shoot something.

He grabbed his com link and keyed it for the Botany Bay "Rita, tell Zeus to take off and track an outbound flight. It's got Vincent and Nisha on board along with a hostage Jedi. Do not fire on that ship and tell orbital defense not to either. Deep scan it over and over again and track it's jump to hyperspace. I need every scrap of information you can."

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Runt and Tank ran over to the unconscious Drake and Kamille. They kept their weapons up as they sprinted across the ice field. They did a quick sector check to make sure there weren't any hostiles then Runt nodded once quickly. Tank put his rifle on the ground and then pulled out his medkit.

Runt crouched next to them scanning the horizon for targets.

[Damocles]

Vincent laughed at Jor as the climbed on the transport with Nisha. He pointed at him still laughing he bowed mockingly at Jor as the transport lifted off the ground. "How about next time we meet you return my sword! And I might return your jedi!" Vincent yelled at him.

The pilot shook his head seeing the snow appear out of nowhere "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jayne questioned "You weak-minded fool" she said as she pushed the pilot out the way Jayne growled as she started to piloted the transport ship off the planet. Vincent looked at Nisha as the doors closed "Good idea using the Jedi as a shield" He said to her looking down at Decon.

The ship moved away from the planet going to a larger vessel "This is Jayne, once the transport vessel is docked, get the Piccolo out of this sector" she ordered. "Ma'am we'll be ready to leave once we receive you" a voice cracked on the other end of the communication. The transport began to dock with the ship and started to move away from Ilum.

<Exit>

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Drake coughed several times as he started to come to "The fuck" He said sitting up looking at Tank and Runt "The fuck hit us" he looked over Kamille was still out. Drake stood up slowly holding his arm it felt dislocated he grumbled and closed his eyes pulling on his arm till he felt a pop "Damn it" he growled in pain, it would hurt for a while someone should be able to heal it thought.

He looked at Runt "Did they get away?" he questioned.

Kamille stirred some as coughed too, he put his arm on his face "We got our asses kicked" he grumbled.

OOC: Gamov I'm gonna started a new thread later today

[Roku]

Mirka smiled softly at Genie. "You were brave to fight the Sith and droid on your own, but next time you should be more careful about letting your guard down." She said, standing up and giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Thank you." She said, with a nod as Genie decided to watch over John. "I fear there are a lot of injuries here at the Corbenic temple today. The council sent me here because the temple needed a medical professional. I'm planning to set up shop in the next couple of hours after everyone is taken care of."

She closed her eyes and focused on everyone. She wasn't as adept at telepathy as someone like Jor, but she could get by.

-If anybody needs any medical attention at all, I will be inside the med bay and ready to serve-

This message came clear to every Jedi and the botany bay crew. "So much pain and death... that crazy man threw away the lives of his troops..." She muttered, as she left the area and headed for the med bay. She noted the guards outside.

"You're all dismissed." She told them, before opening up the lab. Aura narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you here to kill me?" he asked her.

"Kill my own grandson? I don't think so..." She told him softly.

Aura was left speechless.

"Your suit is damaged. You were fighting earlier?" She asked him. "Yeah... but, lets just say the other guy ended up worse than me... what do you mean Grandson?" he asked her.

"Gustoph was my son." She told him. "I was a slave of the empire, and I never got to raise him properly. He went down the same road you're going down, Aura... but in the end, he made some good decisions. I'll never judge you. I can only hope that you too will find your way in this world. Now where is this other guy?"

"Savard? He's right over there." Aura pointed to the passed out legless Kiffar. He would need some time to digest this new information, so he put it on the back burner in his mind and just accepted it for now.

"Oh shit..." Mirka muttered. "You...really did a number on him, didn't you? It's been too long to reattach them..." She said, as she did a scan. "He's going to be a cyborg."

"Cool!" Aura chimed.

Tess was working on her email, but when she heard that last part, she knew that Mirka must be a medical Jedi. She turned around, but Mirka already had Savard up on an examination table. She was trying to determine what sort of surgery to use to make best use of what was left of Savard's leg stumps.

[MikDaTv]

"I wouldn't say got away." Runt said, keeping his eyes on guard mode. "They may have left the planet but if I know the skipper, he'll have some way of tracking them."

Tank opened up his medkit and began passing out syrettes that contained a mixture of morphine for pain and kolto for healing. "Here, inject these into the areas that are hurt or damaged. should help with the pain. I have thermal blankets if your cold."

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Jor slumped to his knees and rubbed some snow on his hands and face where he was burned. His joints ached, something he hadn't noticed until now. That laser blast must have had a stronger concussion than he'd thought at first. He'd heard Mirka's psychic call and brought himself back to his feet.

Yeah, prep a bacta tank. I'm burned and i'm sure other things are wrong with me as well. Kinda got blown up out here. Oh, and prep four more examination tables for bodies, don't care if you have to use the cafeteria to do it. Gray team is going to bring in four dead bad guys to look at.

He grabbed his com link as he started walking back towards the temple. "Senior, police those bodies and bring them to the Temple. Someone should be setting up an examination space for them. Once they're in there, inventory their belongings."

Two clicks of static let Jor know that Senior got the message and was doing it. Jor started back towards the temple through the snow. He was way to old for this.

[Damocles]

"Thanks" Drake said as he injected his arm, it was his worse injury at the moment, though he figured that wouldn't really matter in a few. Kamille did the same he cracked his neck "Yeah well, I hope we got their ship tagged maybe we can take the fight for them once." he said. Drake nodded "Kamille's right, I'm tired of being on the defense, they just seem one step ahead of us, not exactly sure how they are doing it..." he sighed some before turning to head back to the temple.

Kamille started to follow "We better check on everyone" Drake said to Kamille, Runt and Tank. He was sure that they weren't the only ones injured, the fight just seemed to escalate to no end, starting with the Sith showing up. "What the hell was up with that big guy?" Kamille asked "He shrugged off all our attack, he didn't even flinch when hit him with our sabers or the force, I mean it was like punching a brick wall when I hit him" Kamille said.

"Some type of drug I bet" Drake answered his Padawan "Only reasonable thing, maybe his armor was made to with stand light saber attacks, I don't know" he said as they got on the tram.

Arriving at the temple Drake and Kamille climbed off and walked inside, they went to the infirmary and both sat down. "Who opened the door, thought I locked it" Kamille said looking around at everyone in the room.

[Roku]

Tess sent Jor a small email.

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I'm finished my report. I have it saved in a document for you on the med bay computer, entitled Padawan Tess Lana's Bad Mission. I know you have a lot to do right now, and I didn't want to distract you. When you have time to address it, just let me know. I just wanted to say, I really appreciate that you're willing to take the time to help me with this. As it stands, you're the only Jedi who's earned my trust. Even if you did shoot me. lol

I'll help your medical Jedi with any healing that needs to happen. And I promise I'll be a good girl from now on.

- Tess

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Mirka received the message from Jor. -Affirmative. You'll want to treat those burns right away before they get nasty.-

"Aura, if you want the Jedi here to be more civil with you, I would suggest that you help me out. You and Tess need to go the cafeteria and set up some tables, and if you cause any trouble, I'll beat you up myself." She told him.

Aura gulped actually. "Okay... your med bay, your rules."

"And don't worry dear, I'll treat your injuries too. Now off with you."

Tess and Aura went and did as they were told. Aura gave Drake and Kamille an awkward sheepish grin as he walked by, and Tess just shook her head as they went to set up tables.

-Sable, I'm going to need your tech expertise to put some new legs on the Kiffar.-

She called to her telepathically.

Mirka was setting up the bacta tanks when Drake and Kamille came in. "I did." She told the boy. "How can I help you?" She asked, as she set up the second tank. She got all of them fired up eventually, and turned around to face them. She was ready to treat any kind of injury, but she had yet to meet these two.

Tess and Aura got the tables set up, and returned promptly to the med bay, which was getting full quickly now. Sable arrived around the same time, and for the first time she got a look at Savard. The fallen Jedi had a look of shame on his face, even as he slept.

"Ouch..." She said. She reached for his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face. "Master... why?"

"He went completely nuts..." Aura told her. That was an under statement. If Aura hadn't got his attack in, Savard would have kept attacking him until one of them was dead. Thinking about it, he didn't feel at all bad about what he'd done. It was self defense. "Anyway, the tables are set up." he told Mirka with a shrug.

-Everything is prepped in the Cafeteria. I also have a bacta tank waiting for you.- She called to Jor.

[Roku]

As the day continued, the Jedi Temple was a place of urgency and pain.

Early the Next Morning:

Two more messages came in on Jor's account, although these clearly stated that they were for all Jedi, and they ended up in the inboxes of the entire Jedi Order. The first message, chronologically, was an urgent message from the Jedi Knight Blaze Tidus on Corellia.

This is an official report to the Jedi Order. There have been reports of children being slaughtered here on Corellia. This would be considered a local issue if my personal investigation didn't reveal something quite grim. These children have not just been killed. They have been meticulously assassinated by way of lightsaber. Their chests and beds bear the only evidence wounds. All straight stabs through the left pectorals. Also, after going through the autopsies and what I have on file here on my computer; I've found that all three victims are minors who have been considered possible candidates for the Jedi Order, or have at least been observed by the Jedi. I can say without a doubt that the person(s) responsible for this atrocious crime, are actively targeting force sensitive children on Corellia. As far as CorSec and the Corellia Jedi are aware, this wave of cold blooded murder has not left the planet. Thank heavens for that.

We have also found a man who fits the description of one of the assailants. He is dead, and also has a lightsaber wound. A single vertical slash down the front of his torso. His body was found on the balcony of a known force sensitive single mother, who was the one who notified us to begin with. Her name is Sara Conway, nineteen, and is known to have declined the Jedi's offer to join us when she was a small child. She found a datapad on the body of the deceased which had a profile about her entire life, her habits, her medical history, and of course her address both at home and work.

That is all the information we have at the moment. We will keep you updated.

- Sir Tidus, Corellia Jedi Knight

The second email came from an individual about four hours after the first email. This message came from an obviously fake address. [e-mail]

Greetings Jedi Scum,

I am in the unfortunate position of asking for your help. Normally speaking, the Jedi Order is my enemy. I'm an assassin, and I'm very good at what I do. I've killed all kinds of people... senators, police, soldiers, Sith and yes, even Jedi like you. I don't feel bad about anything I've done in the past, and I will gladly kill any one of you who tries to apprehend me. But for now, I would like to suspend animosity and work together on a common goal that is very sensitive and important.

My former employer used to give us worthy adult mark contracts. His most recent contract is both unsettling and pathetic. He wants us to kill unarmed kids. Force sensitives, who he feels may one day receive the training needed to destroy him. As far as I know, this is business as usual to my clansmen. But murdering innocent kids is one line I refuse to walk across. I've had enough of this shit. I have vowed to kill all of the other assassins one by one, and I've already succeeded in tracking down one of them and putting an end to his miserable existence. But children are dying and I can't stop them all. The marks are all in different cities and there are multiple assassins.

No one has to reply to this message. I just want you to know that any children I rescue would be safer in your hands. And if you don't come, I'll be forced to train or bury them myself. The former is a tragic life style. The latter is repugnant.

-Dark Paladin

[MikDaTv]

Jor floated weightlessly in the Bacta tank. Even with the breathing mask over his face supplying him with fresh air, he could still smell the sickening sweet smell of the pinkish bacta he was submerged in. The past 24 hours had been eventful.

Republic Engineers had gone over the temple and the airfield with a fine tooth comb looking for any damage that might have been caused by the day prior and so far had come up with only minor cosmetic damage that was easily repaired.

Another team, this one lead by Senior, took a trip out to the crashed ship to check for possible survivors scanners might have missed or if there were any more droids to worry about. They found neither so Senior ordered the ship scuttled. Charges had been placed and then detonated within a demolition containment field. Clean up crews were now picking up the bits of ship and sorting it into a scrap pile or a salvage pile.

Murmansk Orbital Shipyards and it's defense platforms had stepped up defense. Fighters had launched and continued a 24 hour watch over the system. Likewise, the airfield had launched a CAP of their own. No more ships were going to get to the planet unannounced.

John had recovered well. He'd woken up a good 2 hours after the fight with a monster headache and a hand shaped bruise on his face. Genie practiced her healing techniques to see if she could clear up the bruise and after 45 minutes she made a marginal difference. John slapped a bacta patch on it for good measure and began investigating the attack with the help of Gray Team.

Genie then stayed with Jor in med bay while he floated. She held up Jor's data pad to the glass so he could read the E-Mail Tess had sent followed by the two that had been sent to all Jedi. Jor shook his head at the first report. This Blaze fellow meant well but sending a mass E-mail like that didn't help anyone. He'd let the Council on Coruscant deal with the issue. Corellia was a hop, skip and jump away from Coruscant anyway and there were plenty of Jedi who could help.

The second he chalked up to the normal crazies the Jedi got messages from. Sure, it could be legit, and if it was, Jor was sure whoever was investigating the murders could put two and two together. Again, not an issue for the Templar or the Jedi on Ilum. At least not yet.

[Damocles]

Kamille stared on at his master trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. "You know this is a bad idea right?" Kamille asked him, Drake turned to look at his Padawan the snow was starting to pick up neither one of them were hurt too bad so Drake had taken the opportunity to get some last minute training done. "You know this is a bad idea right?" Kamille questioned again as Drake started to walk past him to go to the temple. Kamille reached out and grabbed Drake's arm. "You told me, and I remember this specifically because you emphasized each word with a punch, you told me that neither Master Nathan nor his master was capable of doing what you're trying to do or what you're planning to do" he said.

Drake stopped and looked at Kamille "True, but right now its the only ace in the hole I can think of to take that guy out. You were there our attacks did nothing" Drake said "Then we should try to outsmart the guy" Kamille said "That's what you would normally say" Kamille added "I know what I would normally say, but this isn't a normal situation, if we're going to stop them we'll need that big guy put down...you're not ready and Jor will be concentrating on Vincent" Drake said to him pulling away. "So, you're going to actually do this then, its a bad idea Drake, that's all I'll say about it" Kamille said.

Drake laughed and walked in the temple, Kamille not far behind. Walking into the infirmary Drake stared at Jor in the tank before turning to Genie "How's he doing?" Drake asked her Kamille leaned against the wall.

[Roku]

After some power tools, bacta, and some precision surgery it wasn't difficult for Sable and Mirka to put new prosthetic legs on the fallen Jedi from Kiffu. He had been in shock, but aside from his rather grievous and obvious lightsaber injury, he would be fine. He was awake now, sitting up right with his new legs over the side of the examination table. He'd been out for most of the excitement, although seeing Jor in the bacta tank told him that something else must have gone on.

Standing up, he took his first awkward steps. The legs were not his own, but they were relatively comfortable and easy to get used to. Savard could feel phantom pain where his legs used to be, but that would fade over time. The legs they selected were the kind that looked very similar to human legs. It was difficult to find a pair for a man his size, but of course the temple did have a set since he was here.

"How do they feel?" Mirka asked him.

"They're strong. It will take some getting used to, but I think these legs will be able to do some things my own could not."

Sable walked up to him, and looked him in the eyes with her angry emerald gems. Her hand came up, and she slapped him across the face just about as hard as she could, with Genie and Drake and Kamille all in the same room. She placed his lightsaber in his hand, that she had recovered from the floor. She didn't say a single word to him, she just gave him one last death glare before turning around and heading back towards her dorm. She brushed her hair out of her flushed face as she passed Drake and Kamille and didn't say anything to them either.

Savard's lips drew blood, and he reached up and touched where she got him, frowning. Not from the pain, but from the shame of letting her down. He doubted that Sable's firm hand would be the final consequence for what he'd done. He sulked a bit, looking to each of the others in the room.

"She liked you a lot it seems." Mirka told him. "Despite how angry she was, she spent all night putting you back together. Your attitude needs some work, Savard."

Savard just shook his head, and decided to go for a walk. Try to get used to his new body.

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Aura of course didn't have a dorm in the temple any more, and he had yet to sleep. After Vincent did a number on the holding cell area, and the boy helped out yesterday, the Jedi seemed to be civil with him. He wasn't under lock and key anyway. He realized that he could probably get out the same way Nisha had if he really wanted to. Take Tess or Sable hostage. But he was still considering what Kamille had said about being weaker than his sister, and he was still digesting the fact that Mirka was his grandmother.

As Savard was starting to wake up, both Sable and Mirka suggested Aura leave the med bay area and he's been sitting in the cafeteria playing with his datapad ever since. There are a couple guards around to keep an eye on him, but he's mostly left alone. Even now Savard is kind of hoping he'll run into the little brat so that they can wage round two. But even he isn't foolish enough to think the Jedi won't intervene this time.

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Tess was also in the cafeteria, although she was not sitting with Aura. She was by herself with a full plate of food in front of her. She hadn't eaten a bite. It was clear from her look of anxiety that she is conflicted about her future. She worried about Nisha. How she was doing on her own without her medic. And how she was treating her captive. Tess hadn't been joking when she suggested that Nisha let Decon free. It was kind of a slap in the face that the sith lady took him with her. And it didn't bode well for her in the public eye either. Tess was disgusted. She would just wait around and mind her own business until Jor approached her, and then she would discuss her report with him.

[MikDaTv]

"Fine i guess." Genie answered. They're about to pull him out now. Burns are healed and swelling is down. He should be good as new.

A robotic arm stretched down from overhead and opened the hatch in the top of the bacta tank. Jor swam to the top of the tank and the arm gripped him around the waist and began pulling him out.

"Sand" John said as Jor was pulled out of the bacta tank and set on the ground. "All four Mooks we examined had sand in their clothes and their gear. We're waiting for mass spec analysis to get back to us from Coruscant."

Jor pulled the breath mask off his face and said. "Please tell me you have more to go on than just some sand."

John shrugged. "All their weapons were military grade but the serial numbers were etched off with some type of acid. professionally done. We've had no luck pulling them. They carried no ID, their clothing was all given to them by the cult i'm assuming since it's all the same and their fingerprints have been removed as well, recently." John lifted a finger to make his final point though. "However medically, they aren't all the same. One of them had a pin in his right femur presumably to stabilize a bad break from some time ago. Since it's a pin, that probably means he couldn't afford a clone graft. Pins like that usually have an ID tag on it which means we can ID the guy it was put into."

Jor nodded, apparently satisfied by that. He'd take a look at the records later to see if there was anything John had missed. He trusted John, but Jor had been an investigator professionally for the first third of his life and then continued to do it for the Jedi for the last two thirds. He had a lot of experience to bring to the table. "Ok. i've been in and out for the past 12 hours or so. Whats the status of everyone?"

John began ticking points off on his fingers. "I'm fine, just a bruise and a conk to the head. Genie here is fine. she'll have some bruising as well but thats the extent of it. Gray's are all uninjured. Drake and Kamille got into a nasty scrape but they don't appear to be any more injured than a bad ass kicking. Savard is up and walking around on some robot legs somewhere. Tess, last i saw was in the cafeteria and Aura, for some reason, hasn't been confined at all. Drake has guards on him though. When they last checked in he was in the cafeteria as well."

"Good, your first order of business is to go into Savards quarters, confiscate everything that is Jedi property and if it's there, take back Tempus Armmas. I'm officially ejecting him from the ranks of the Templar and the Jedi Order. If he want's back in he can go plead his case to the council." Jor said.

He waved Genie over. She approached with an uncomfortably stiff neck but somehow still cheerful. "What can i do you for boss man?"

"Go find Tess and bring her to my office and have her wait there. I'm going to take a shower to get this bacta off and then meet her there. Then i want you to call the airfield and have a transport ready and bound for Coruscant. Savards going to be put on it with a one way ticket."

Genie nodded and ran off to comply. John gave Jor a quick look over to make sure he was ok before turning to do as he was ordered as well.

Jor turned to Drake and then looked down at his mostly naked old man body. The smell of bacta filled the room with it's disgustingly sweet smell. "Hi Drake. Word on the street is you've had a really bad idea."