Chapter 33: 33. Chapter

Vokara Che was currently walking in a relaxing manner in one of the healing gardens of the temple. It was one of her favorite activities of the day. For each day she only allowed herself a little time to relax her strained mind. This was her personal type of meditation, walking in the garden, while watering the healing herbs and plants.

Not being able to meditate in the more traditional way was one of the consequences of being an extremely hard working person. She couldn't really relax while not doing anything at all. She would always think of the things she could do instead of sitting around... Interestingly, while doing low intensity work, like watering plants, she was able to relax her mind. That was most likely a blessing from the force itself, since she needed to let go just like anyone else. Let go of every one of the small mistakes she committed today through the operations. She was not an intern healer anymore for quite a long time now, yet she still made errors. Learning was truly a lifelong experience, for every one of us. Now, she was considered one of the best currently living force-sensitive healers in the known galaxy. She considered this notion ridiculous; it was more of a political statement than reality. The people on Coruscant, just wanted to believe that they got the best healer in the galaxy. They got the highest quality medical equipment on the planet with doctors who had three times the experience than she had... Yet she was the one that they considered the best of the best... They were treating her as some miracle worker, with magical witch like powers... It should be time for them to realize that the force was not a joker card, that you can take out, if you have enough money and backing to pay for the services.

-Do people ever learn, I wonder?

That was the moment when two temple guards marched through the door, not even knocking or announcing themselves in any cultured way. Immediately ruining the momentary silence and peace she cherished so much. Since this cursed war began, she had little to no time to relax, and even Jedi Masters needed some time for themselves, no matter how hard some may try to insist that it was not so. She sighed one more time, hearing the steps of the nearing guards. What will it be this time? Another injured general, or one of the patients began acting stubborn again, trying to get back into the meat grinder earlier? It was not that long since the war started, but the number of killed, injured and permanently crippled jedi's count was steadily rising with every passing day. It never ceased to amuse her, how much her fellow Jedi seemed to hate lying in bed, that they would choose to leave earlier only to be able to get back into the war.

She finally turned around as the sound of the closing guards steps were just about reaching her position. The very moment she turned around and saw the patient, who was brought here in the arms of one of the guards in front of her, she already sensed her mind melting from suppressed rage. Why would this two half-wit bring here the patient instead of asking me to go to the infirmary.

-Master Vokara, Padawan Nizzal has been found and brought back to the order with another missing jedi youngling, but she has been injured and there is a visible dark side contamination, that took over her entire body, and force presence.

-Physically, she seems mostly fine except for the somewhat puffy leks she got... ~Added the other guard, somewhat shyly, he clearly sensed my quickly deteriorating mood.

I suppressed the rant, that I would so love to unleash at the two imbeciles. I urged the one that was holding the girl's body, to put her down on a nearby sofa, and I began to look over her body. However, my breath was immediately caught in my throat after a single look.

-What is this?! ~The question left my mouth unintentionally as I fell into a state of slight shock.

The amount of darkside energies inside the body of this small girl, were completely unprecedented. I thought that the girl like many padawans, especially since the war began, had only drawn a little bit from the darkside. The lure of power, and greed was a constant guest in the mind of every intelligent being. Therefore, jedis were not exceptions either. The hunger was always present, because even the best of us, had regrets and things that he or she would highly desire. Yet this dark side corruption, was not something that could happen accidentally. It was reaching deeper; I placed my palms on the visually sick skin; I touched it carefully and it felt unnaturally dry. It was clearly unhealthy, and way too pale. What about those black veins, is there a feasible reason why they would turn black, was she poisoned perhaps? Hmm, sure, she was from the dark side most likely... What a stupid girl, even after I go out of my way to reinvigorate some of her used up force energies, what does she do with it? Turns to the dark side at the first possible chance, now what the hell am I supposed to do with you?

-What happened to this padawan, and where is her master, and actually who is her master in the first place?

The guards seemed to exchange a quick glance, then one of them said.

-Her master is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he is most likely in the middle of a council meeting. They are probably questioning the other youngling to better understand what led to this unfortunate situation.

-Kenobi, I should have known, since when did that old crook get himself another padawan, and of all the possible padawans he got such a foolish girl. She already thinks that she could play around with the dark side. Now hush, get out of here. I will call you when I need you, so wait outside! Move!

Good riddance, you would think that your average jedi is sensitive enough to read the mood and leave from  themselves. In reality, however, those two probably couldn't even tie their own shoelaces without the help of the force holding their sweaty little hands. That bastard Kenobi will hear from me about this; he has the face to go to some council meeting instead of staying with his padawan, when she needs her the most.

I placed my palm over her forehead; it was hot, but not so much as to consider it a fever. I looked at the clearly swollen leks, she should use a headpiece, her leks are completely bare, that is the reason why she always injures tham. I will give her one later; a young girl, even if she is a jedi, should take care of her leks. Until then I have this salve and a bit of bandage should lessen the irritation and cool the swelling.

A few minutes later I finished giving her standard first aid treatment, but there was no way, that I could clear this level of dark side corruption from her body. Maybe, if a few more masters joined in a cleansing ritual, it would be possible?

-You shouldn't try to do something so rash, madam.

I jumped a little from the unexpectedly appearing voice.

-Oh, gosh, you shouldn't scare people who are trying to treat your wounds girl, and what do you mean by making a rash decision. From my point of view, you are the one who had made some rash decisions. I can't even understand how you managed to draw so deep from the dark side that you get this... your eyes!

-Ugh, I know... You don't have to scream, my head is hurting like crazy, what day it is?

-What day it is you ask, who cares about that, your eyes are glowing yellow! Are you a, a Sith?!

-Please don't yell, as I said before, my head hurts from it, where am I in the first place? You seem kind of familiar, did we meet somewhere?

-... You, sigh... You are in the Jedi temple on Coruscant, and yes, you are right, we have met before; I am still the lead healer of the temple; Vokara Che.

-... No way... How did I get back here; I can't stay here... I was already free! ~ I tried to stand up, only to get pushed back to the sofa by Vokara's arms.

-Now stop with that right now! I don't care what kind of oh-so-serious business you have to go and finish, and believe me, everyone has some serious business nowadays. What about if you began to tell me while lying there how you managed to get such a level of dark side corruption into your force presence, and why don't you seem to care about this fact, like at all? Also, there are two temple guards standing outside the door, not that I am in need of protection, but you should know what type of situation you are in; padawan.

-I will answer... just stop shouting already... ugh... the whole room is moving around... I think I am about to throw up...

Vokara seeing that the girl must have had some serious concussion reached out with the force and pulled over a nearby empty bucket for the girl to vomit in. She placed it in front of her; there was no need to urge her. She threw up almost immediately.

-Better?

-... somewhat... thank you...

-Here is some water, to clear out the afterstaste...

-... thanks.

-So what is your explanation for your state?

-Well, it is simple, a bunch of lizards decided to hunt me down, so I killed them first.

-And how did you exactly achieve that?

-Now that is a trade secret, you see...

Suddenly a low humming noise began to fill the room, as a green light source appeared pointing straight at my neck. I gulped.

-Look, girl, I may have a soft spot for children, but don't think for once that I would not put you in chains if you turn out to be a sith I will do what every jedi is born to do.

-... Ha-haha-hahahahahahaa.....

-What... what is wrong with you now?

-... ha-aah... Jedi... you.... you would heal me, only to kill me later... I didn't think that your hypocrisy could grow even further, but I see now, that the last few thousand years didn't go by doing silent meditation in your meditation chambers.

-If that was a try to rile me up, you have failed spectacularly.

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-To rile you up? Oh please, I have no need to do that, you are already holding a blade at my throat. I don't even have a weapon, what need you may have Master Jedi to point a weapon to my neck.

She lowered her blade slowly after hearing that, and she looked a bit embarrassed; that's right, she should be.

-You are speaking of Jedi hypocrisy, yet you openly rely on dark side techniques; using those abilities may come in handy here and there, but ultimately they will destroy you, and everyone around you.

-I thought, that being ridiculously arrogant was a trait of the dark side; Master Vokara? How is that, that you seem to be so advanced in it, then?

-What do you mean by that?

-You see, because you guys were weak-willed, and couldn't fight against the dark side's influence, that doesn't mean that others can't.

-Now you are speaking like any fallen Jedi would do. They all believed the lies, and were trapped in the endless circle of hatred, until their clouded minds led them to early ruin.

-I never said that it is easy, not everyone is meant to wield a weapon that has no grip, only a blade; therefore each time you wield it you cut yourself as well.

-You speak wisdom, yet your actions show otherwise. Wouldn't it be better, to not use a faulty weapon in the first place then, and rely on other techniques.

-Your logic, is faulty; you are unable to see it, because it had been etched into your very being since you were taken into the order as a child.

-Humph, what reason would be good enough to fall to the dark side, tell me then?

-To stay, alive.

-I would rather die, then, to fall to the dark side.

-It is okay, but do not assume that everyone is like you. I, for example, have much to lose.

-It is not about, what you have to lose or not! It is accepting the will of the living force. If my time has come, I will do what is expected of me; can you say the same!?

A memory of my master disintegrating, dying while giving up his existence while giving over the memories to me, flashed in front of my eyes. I felt as my vision began to turn blurry for a second, but I immediately blinked away my tears, as I shouted at this stupid woman with reinvigorated rage.

-Making a true sacrifice does not mean dying stupidly when you have the power to change your fate in your very hands, or choosing to jump before a shot when you are not even sure if you would be hit! Your unreasonable stupid heroics are not something to be proud of you, you hag!

-What?! Take that back immediately!

-No, you are a hag, a hag, hag-hag-HAG!

-How dare you call me like that, you thankless little wimp! I will give you a good spanking in place of your master! Come over here!

-No!

I jumped over the sofa, then the nausea hit me again and I fell to my knees, only to be immediately picked up by this crazy woman... My eyes widened suddenly as I realized that she wasn't joking, about...

-Don't you dare to humiliate me like that! It's child, abuse! Child abuse I say!

-It is the job of a responsible adult to teach some manners to the children in their care... I would be much more cruel to leave you without proper mannerism.

-Mannerism my ass, you just want to beat me because you lost an argument with a child!

-Yes, I will beat your ass exactly! So stop kicking like that!

-Cough, cough...

Both of us froze as if we were hit by a sudden lightning strike. Our faces turned towards the door, where four people were currently standing in different states of shock. There were the two temple guards, whose faces were hidden by their masks. Then Obi-Wan with a strained poker face, and finally Ahsoka, looking at us with wide open eyes and a slack jaw.

-... We came in, because of the loud shouts... we will come back in a few minutes... come Ahsoka...

Ahsoka was practically pulled out of the room by her arm as she was still watching us clearly not wanting to believe what she saw...

In the meantime, I felt my face turn so red from the incredible embarrassment that I wished if the ground would open and swallow me as a whole...

-Urgh... I want to die....

The cursed woman stood up, and acted as if it wasn't a big deal, but her face was also red as a ripe apple, and that was something, since her skin color was blue, not pale gray like mine was currently.

-I thought, that you had much to lose, what about not wanting to die?

-And who is exactly the reason for that? ~ I asked while pulling up my partly pulled down pants... ~ You were seriously trying to spank me like that. Are you living in the middle ages?

-What, I will tell you that my family has always been blessed with the force, we have given many fine and proper jedi to the order. Also, the less force-sensitive family members turned out to be fine doctors and teachers. Exactly because of the traditionally strict teaching methods of our family.

-Long-winded prelude for the method of beating someone's bare ass to motivate..

-Don't think, that you escaped so easily; your punishment is only delayed slightly.

My eyes widened with fear, as the infuriating woman smirked in my face.

She was enjoying this!

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