Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 11, 2013 9:03:26 GMT -8
She still burned.
The gelled fuel clung to her skin, her hair, her clothes. It ate away at her sanity, burned beneath the skin. So much pain. She couldn't smother it, couldn't get it off, couldn't put it out. Oh hells, the pain. Intense, with its own perverted purity. Her body begged for relief. Her mind craved oblivion. She had nothing left. But her will said "Hold on." So she held on to whatever fragile thread connected her to the distant battle. The current of the Force was still there, turbulent tides changing with the pull of battle. Not knowing what else to do, she drew that rushing Force to her and embraced the wave as it crashed into her.
Or rather, from her. The flaming gel flew from her body into the surrounding undergrowth. Force wave. Some part of her knew she'd never be able to duplicate the move again without extensive training. But more importantly, the burning had stopped. Adelle gulped in air, focusing inward on her body. This... This was something she could do daily. Heart rate: elevated but normal. Breathing: rapid, but from pain. Injuries. Grazing blaster shot to left shoulder; direct hit to right knee, possibly shattered. Severe burns on the right arm, side, leg, and the back; second degree at least, if not third. Dislocated left ankle, received on impact. Shivering. Tears. Acute stress reaction, also known as emotional shock.
Heart rate: increasing. Breathing: shallow. Oxygen content falling. Something was wrong. Possible causes: None. None. What was wrong? What was happening? Why was her body reacting this way? Blood pressure: high and rising. Wrong, wrong, this was wrong. Possible causes. Possible causes. Hypovolaemic shock. Yes. It fit. Traumatic shock, caused by severe injuries. Non-progressive stage.
Someone speaking. To her. Ignore them, she had to preserve order in the body. Use the Force. Calm down the autonomic response mechanisms. Pulled upright, fresh pain, loss of control. Adelle's body sagged against the Jedi Master's, all her strength pulled into herself to maintain control. She fumbled with the Force, trying to hang on to the empowering current and the temporary stability it offered her body. The medbay. All she had to do was maintain the connection until she could get medical attention and then she could rest. Just a little longer and she could rest.
Alive.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 10, 2013 1:11:14 GMT -8
Back behind the safety of the wall, the comlink chirped the good news to the remaining seven soldiers under siege. The private closest to the comlink took a precious moment behind cover to exchange a friendly slap and a smile with his battle buddy.
=Private Smalls= "Hear that? Cavalry's comin'!"
=Private Jenkins= "'Oorah! Let's give 'em hell boys!"
The squad returned fire with renewed fervor, picking out targets with ruthless efficiency as air support flew overhead.
Roaring flames drowned out any sound of engines on top of the tank. Adelle barely had time to throw her arm up to shield her face as she turned away from the flamethrowers' blast. It felt like an eternity as she ran to the edge of the tank. A bolt hit her shoulder then her knee as her foot found the edge. For a few brief moments she was airborne and weightless. Then her body collided with the ground. Some logical part of her said she was on fire. That she had to move. Smother the fire. Adelle flopped around in the undergrowth like a fish out of water. All she could smell was earth and her own burnt flesh. Distantly, she could hear the report of blasters, droids hit, and the scream of engines. Her body ached and throbbed terribly.
Even as her grip tightened on her lightsaber hilt, she knew someone else would have to finish what she started. There was no way she could get up.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 8, 2013 23:08:29 GMT -8
The time for hesitation and swearing passed. She heard explosions and blasterfire. Smelled smoke, dust, and grease. Felt the rough ground beneath her as she slid under a droid's blaster, the slight gyration of her lightsaber in her hands, and the weak resistance the droid's armor gave the blue blade. The battlefield was her world and she belonged to it. The Force bound her to the ground, brushed her skin in the air, connected her to the droids and tank and broken jungle. Even now, in the middle of confusion, there was a rhythm, a current of the Force guiding her.
Chaos, yet harmony.
And it was this current that brought the first moving turret to her attention. Adelle swept her lightsaber across a droid's midsection and beheaded another. The turret snapped and stilled but the tank continued to move. Turning. Bringing another turret to bear on her. But she was a small target and always moving. If she could just keep that turret busy enough while she ran closer, it would be enough. The rest of her squad was occupying most of the engaging force, taking potshots at the tank when they could. Hopefully, it would be enough. Adelle flung her saber at the neck of another droid and called it back in time to slash through a droid behind her. The current sped up, increasing her sense of urgency. That turret would almost have its sights on her by now.
She sprinted a few feet towards the tank, gathering the Force to her, jumped onto a droid's shoulders and Force-jumped into a high-arcing somersault. Let's see that tank track this.
Her body folded when she hit the tank and rolled to reduce the force of impact. In a low crouch, left hand touching the steel, Adelle set her sights on the big gun in front of her. She stood and went to work, using the lightsaber to shear off the barrel.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 8, 2013 14:01:24 GMT -8
A bolt scored the the top of the rock wall Adelle had taken cover behind. Kriff her to the nine hells! She just had to volunteer for this watch with only a squad at her side. There had to be at least eighty droids out there. She threw up her arms as the ground rocked beneath her, debris falling from higher up on the temple. A couple soldiers cried out as rubble landed on them, crushing bones. Two injured but thankfully the bigger debris missed. Adelle peered around the corner when the dust cleared. A tank. They had a tank. Shitshitshit, they were gonna be overrun.
Adelle ran over to the injured soldiers, pulling out her comlink. "Knight Bastiel requesting back-up. 80-ish droids and a tank. Two injured—"
A trooper behind her fell, his body slack.
"—one dead."
Dropping the comm, she immediately set to work on the injured soldiers. Move the rubble, apply pressure to the wound, bandage tightly, treat for shock, move out of the way. That was all she could do for now. Hopefully a better healer could come get them before the enemy soldiers broke the line. Adelle picked up the fallen soldier's blaster and fired at the droids advancing relentlessly. Several of them had fuel tanks attached to their backs. Adelle swore. Flamethrowers. Those would be devastating once they were in range. She concentrated her fire on the tanks, hoping to trigger an explosion.
But that tank... She had a crazy idea but any military tactician would tell her it was suicide. Even she knew it was a bad idea.
"Oh, kriff me!" Adelle ran out from behind cover and sprinted for the tank, popping off shots at droids as she went. Someone had to stop the tank. Might as well be her.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 7, 2013 18:24:52 GMT -8
Adelle leaned against the wall as Aerandir walked away, Morgan cradled in his arms. Exhaustion washed over her, all but draining her of the strength to move. But she still had to get Vidalu and her droid settled in, still had to get her prescription, and still had to find the rooms. She could rest when she was dead. Adelle slowly stood up, her throbbing injuries reminding her of how close she had come to that eternal rest.
Vidalu still sat where Adelle had left her, leaning against her armored droid. Adelle paused and rubbed the back of her neck, wondering what right she had to offer her help. She, who had mental problems. She, who had just been through psychological hell. She was just a Knight and not a very good one at that. The guard was still just outside the door; it wouldn't be too hard to just walk away and let the healer handle this as he'd outlined. Every fiber in her being rejected that thought immediately. Yes, she could do that and loathe herself until she made it right. Adelle moved on, into the medbay. She didn't have a right to do this; she had the privilege.
Her comlink beeped: clearance for three guest bedrooms had been authorized. Thank goodness for Aer. She walked up to Vidalu, a weak smile on her face.
"Rooms have been acquired. I'll show you the way and you can settle in," she said. And then I get my prescription.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jun 26, 2013 14:26:46 GMT -8
"Two maybe three. Adjoining," Adelle said, thinking about the situation. Vidalu would need her own space, a sanctuary, and they would need a neutral spot where Adelle could talk to her without the young woman feeling threatened. Adelle would also need to be nearby in case the doctor was right and Vidalu showed signs of "violent instability."
And then Morgan asked to stay with her. Adelle's heart wrenched and her insides twisted as she felt the pure emotional need behind the request. As much as she wanted to say yes and give Morgan what she wanted, she couldn't. Adelle sighed, bracing herself for Morgan's reaction. As if she wasn't tired enough.
"I'm sorry Morgan. Not this time," she said, as gently as she could.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jun 21, 2013 19:22:11 GMT -8
Talk about perfect timing. Adelle turned unsteadily to face Aerandir as Morgan ran to him and locked him in an embrace. Waves of hurt and confusion rolled off the young child with hurricane force. Adelle closed her eyes and shut out the emotions, closing down any empathic connection to the young child. Her body and her mind already struggled to maintain control over her own emotions. She didn't need to feel anyone else's hurt. Not right now. She could only take so much before exhaustion wore her down.
"Yes, actually," she answered. "A couple rooms in a little used wing would be nice. My stay this time around is going to be much longer."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jun 20, 2013 11:56:56 GMT -8
Well that complicated things. Aerandir was the only Jedi Master she knew in Felucia's enclave. Without his authority to grant a room, she was stuck with precious few other options. Adelle stared at the wall, frowning. Maybe there was another master present she could talk to.
The question startled her out of her thoughts. She looked down at Morgan, who looked up with large sorrowful eyes. Was she mad? Disappointed certainly, that a Jedi Padawan and child as good and sweet-natured as Morgan lacked the self-control and respect to at least be silent during adult conversations. She had a point, but still, it was tactless. Thoughtless. Reckless. But was Adelle mad at Morgan?
"No," she said at last. "I'm not mad at you. I need your help right now though, so I need you to focus. We'll talk later about it, okay?"
Adelle shifted her weight, trying to ease some of the pressure off of the arm leaning on the crutch. Damn these things hurt. "Who else is in charge here?"
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 25, 2013 9:39:18 GMT -8
As Na'an listened, the wistfulness on her face sharpened into disbelieving hunger. She leaned forward on her elbows, appraising the injured young woman carefully with her remaining eye. It was to the stranger's credit that she did not shy away from the empty socket that joined it. "You're going to help me? You're not in good shape...I don't want to put anyone at risk." Her eye twitched slightly, as if in response to some violent inner thought, then she continued. "The file's not quite up to date, either. There's...things...I should probably confess."********** The old Healer watched the two girls meeting with sad resignation. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the guard, a burlier young man, pause outside of the door to wait for further orders. Next to him, the little girl had slid down into a fetal position against the door, weeping quietly. Dax sighed. The girl was so emotional, especially after the incidents in her own file. All those deaths, having to cope with them without any of the adult members of her own family, her uncontrolled Force Connection with an entire planet... it was a wonder that the child seemed as normal as she did. He crossed to the entrance, nodding at the guard as he passed. Morgan did not notice his approach; Dax placed himself quietly beside her, waiting until she cried herself out. It was strange. First Morgan, now the girl with the robot. What was it about Adelle Bastiel that seemed to attract such broken things? Gruesome and violent images were no stranger to Adelle. She had seen death. And she had seen life worse than death. Considering the more recent events in Coruscant's dark underworld, a living hell, Vidalu's healing eye socket was among the milder things her mind saw and catalogued. More important to her was the yearning on Vidalu's face, the raw need and want for help. Adelle smiled wanly at her concern."Trust me, I'm in better shape now than I've been in weeks and I was at greater risk then," she said. "We'll talk then, as much as you feel able and comfortable with. I need to speak with Master Calmcacil about getting a room for this though. The medbay isn't the best place for private discussions." She would've offered her own temporary guest room but that was her sanctuary. Vidalu needed a neutral area where she felt she had control, where she felt safe. It couldn't be where she slept, since that would be invading her space. Outdoors in the gardens might have been a good spot but it was a public place and Adelle wanted no intrusions. Too many variables to account for and all that. No, it had to be a room where they would disturb no one and no one would disturb them and, if worse came to worst, a place where Vidalu could be contained without collateral damage."I'll make this trip as short as possible," Adelle said. She shifted her weight as best she could on her crutch and turned, half-walking and half-hopping in the awkward way that a crutch allows. She nodded to the healer as she passed him by. Vidalu was stable for now and would remain so as long as there were no triggers. Morgan sat on the floor, her face tear-stained. Adelle's heart ached in sympathy. Seems she and Vidalu weren't the only ones going through hardships."Morgan," she said softly. "Would you help me find your father? I need to talk to him."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 22, 2013 19:20:22 GMT -8
The Force rippled around her like the water at her hand, rushing, smooth, bubbling over with life. Breathe in. The Force was in her, around her, and bound her to the world. Breathe out. Mist from the waterfall kept her coated in a cool layer, mingling with her sweat. Upside down in a one-handed handstand, on a rock in the middle of a river with a waterfall behind her, Adelle meditated and concentrated on the smoothed piece of wood in front of her. Her lightsaber construction she had finished four days ago. Three days ago, she had ventured into the Yavin jungles once again to complete her saber pike.
Like the subtle sound of a river meeting an ocean, she knew the task was finished. Slowly, Adelle eased down to her feet, the rock slick from ages of erosion. She picked up the sanded rod of greel wood, the dark crimson even darker with water saturation. Imbued with the Force, it'd withstand a blow from a lightsaber and give her a longer reach than her saberstaff. Adelle stood upright, stretching out her back. Her ribs and left side ached from having stayed still for so long. Damn, how long had it been since she'd done her physical therapy? Two days getting here, two weeks for her crystal, a week for her lightsaber construction... Answer: far too long. She shook out her legs then tapped into the Force and jumped to the river's shore, stumbling into a roll on her landing. Forcedamn, she was more tired than she thought. Okay, so maybe a nap first before physical thera—Her stomach growled audibly, loud as a young wookiee. Alright, food first, then a nap, and then physical therapy. Maybe some training with her new saber.
She pushed herself into a slow jog, heading back through the jungle to the Praxeum. Logs, branches, and undergrowth seemed to appear out of nowhere and grabbed her feet or yanked the ground out from underneath her. After about the sixth time she fell face first, she decided laundry and a shower were in order. Her to-do list just kept getting longer and longer, didn't it? If this kept up—Adelle's foot caught on a thorny vine, the razor like barbs ripping through her skin as she cursed violently—If this kept up, she was never going to get to rest, much less do her required physical therapy. She stubbed her toe against a rock and hopped around on one foot, holding her leg in one hand and her staff in the other. Dammit, was the entire jungle out to get her today?
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 22, 2013 12:47:39 GMT -8
Adelle snorted and folded her arms across her chest, the slight blush on her cheeks belying her apparent distaste for the compliment. "Save the flattery for when people actually want to hear it." She had to admit, Jago cleaned up nicely. The brown hair and green eyes... They suited him much better than the white and blue she knew. But his face was now too close to his former identity, the criminal CorSec had been after and the murderer she'd tried to get a lead on. Older and more careworn than the old holos of him, Jago still had that cocky, son of a gun look in his eyes. Maybe it was a good thing he'd changed his eye and hair color.
The blastdoors on the far side of the room opened and her father stepped through. He was dressed in a plain uniform that looked so stiff, it could probably stand on its own. What few awards he had were neatly arranged over his left breast. His greying hair had been slicked back. He looked like the father Adelle knew; no nonsense, straight as a laser, authoritative."You two had better hurry and get dressed," he said. "You're to have breakfast with the Governor and travel with him to the affair. Be in the briefing room no later than 0700." Right, they had a job to do.**** 1930 hours CoronetAs much as she hated to admit it, Adelle rather liked dresses. Particularly this one. It wouldn't have worked with her original hair and eye colors but she could always dream. But gah! She hated formal shoes. They always made her feet hurt. Adelle shifted her weight as she smiled and played the part of Rhiannon Antilles.
Dignitaries, ambassadors, and other important people milled about in the venue, a grand hall set at the top of one of the shining skyscrapers in Coronet. Lights from all over the city twinkled like the stars outside the windows. Pillars formed a perimeter around the area and the sheer white fabric hanging on either side of each pillar sparkled. Lights on top and at the base of the pillars cast the party in soft blues, pinks, and greens. Outside the ring of pillars, there were plenty of places to lounge, and a balcony that overlooked the city had been set up for dining. Inside the ring, the space had been cleared for a dance floor. A small band had set up between two pillars, playing both lively and soft pieces for the dancers. Servants dressed up smartly wandered around, offering refreshments to the guests. It was, by far, the fanciest thing Adelle had ever been to in her life.
And she felt woefully under-prepared.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 22, 2013 11:58:39 GMT -8
Adelle frowned slightly as the healer walked away. She would've preferred to have his permission instead of a mere "I can't stop you" but she also couldn't please everyone, and in her heart, she knew this young woman needed help. Her eyes scanned over the file, committing what she could to memory. Vidalu Na'an. Age approximately 24. Padawan to Master Tyrono Parr. Much of the information after that was brief, to say the least. Little snippets with long gaps of time in between. Absolutely no information for about three or four years. Brutal fights. Not much else. Perhaps not violent instability then. An issue that went deeper, maybe.
She set the datapad down on the examination table and hobbled her way over to where Vidalu leaned against the droid. The young woman looked as tired as Adelle felt.
"No," she said with a small smile. "It's only raised a few concerns." That was an understatement. "I actually think I might be able to help you, where a regular healer could not. If you want help, anyways."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 22, 2013 11:43:38 GMT -8
You get three wishes but all those wishes become 200% more corruptible than before.
I wish I had better internet.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 13, 2013 9:36:27 GMT -8
Rash. She had been rash. Damn she needed more patience. Adelle breathed steadily as the doctor spoke, the hard look still in her eyes. But her expression smoothed over as she turned new data over in her mind. The doctor had panicked. That's all this was. His desire to protect had momentarily overrode his ability to consider new facts and he panicked in his need to protect. He finished speaking, and she had no objections to what he said. Really, she had agreed with everything he'd said.
"I understand your concer—" she began.
"Morgan," she said firmly, facing the young child. She hadn't missed the muttered part. "Would you please wait out in the hall for me while I finish speaking with the doctor?"
This was a tense enough situation without outbursts of emotion... and that included those coming from her. Her mistake had been in not thinking through her words but now every care must be taken. Morgan... To a degree, she was right. She was not stupid, was surprisingly self-sufficient, and a padawan. But padawans, even young ones, did not give in to outbursts like these in public. Padawans were to respect the judgment of older Jedi, even if they disagreed. And right now, Adelle felt that the healer was correct. She could not account for what dormant Force powers the young woman would use when provoked. It hadn't even crossed her mind to let Morgan close to the young woman if Adelle were allowed to work with her.
Adelle turned her attention back to the doctor. "I understand your concern and I assure you, I am well aware of the situation. I still maintain that it would be better to have a non-threatening sentient conduct her to a private room, if it truly is necessary to contain her. Violent instability stems from mental or psychological trauma, yes? Then it would be imperative to keep her as calm as possible, for the protection of your patients as well as her own health. Let me talk to her and see if there's something I can do."
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 13, 2013 9:15:39 GMT -8
You do and can. Too bad you don't know how to land.
I wish I had a job.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 13, 2013 8:58:45 GMT -8
You have super strength... but you can't control it. You break the door to your home every time you enter, you break your door and steering wheel every time you climb into your car, and you can't even hold coffee mugs. Let's not talk about the eggs you wanted to have for breakfast. Every touch you give another person bruises them. You break the hand of the employer who *was* going to hire you. You crush your sister when you hug her. Your lover... irreparably damaged for life and gone from your arms. You sit on your broken bed and intend to end everything with a single bullet... but you break the gun. You die of old age, alone and feared.
I wish I could make good movies.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 13, 2013 7:43:38 GMT -8
Congrats, video games are now indeed real life. Zombies, space pirates, and reapers swarm the earth, you have no idea how to use or maintain the simplest weapons, rings don't give you super speed and fire flowers only burn your tongue. Somehow, you barely manage to survive any encounters with the ruthless enemies. You crawl under a desk and curl up in the fetal position, having seen horrors that cannot be unseen. Eventually, the zombies find you and tear you apart while you are still alive until only your head remains. You yourself are turned into a zombie, moaning miserably and starving until centuries later, some survivor stumbles across your head and shoots it.
I wish the semester was over already.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 12, 2013 17:02:02 GMT -8
You have good food but in such a large amount you will never be able to eat it all. I'm okay with this. You lose thirty pounds but gain forty back. I wish I could play the cello well.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 12, 2013 14:57:42 GMT -8
You get less lag and your laptop hurries up, but the increased speed overheats your poor system and it explodes, with pieces of glass from the screen and metal shards slicing your body to ribbons. EMTs and doctors are able to save you but the reconstructive surgery goes awry and you must spend the rest of your life looking like a monster. No one loves you, your family both pities and shuns you, and you eventually run off to die in the mountains, forever alone.
I wish I had good food.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 12, 2013 14:48:25 GMT -8
Adelle frowned as the Healer spoke. Violent instability? Psychological damage then, and the young woman reacted instinctively to triggers: Fight or Flight. Having not been able to fly, she would have fought. Made sense. She'd acted much the same way whenever the blanks or her episodes attacked. But unlike her, the young woman had a chance to heal her mind; patterns of violence could be broken, better ways to cope could be found and implemented. She nearly jumped when the Healer placed his hand on her shoulder. Mild anger and dread flared up in her gut but Adelle quelled it. The Healer was not meaning to be condescending and he didn't know about her more recent aversion to touch. It wasn't his fault.
"You did what?" Adelle gripped the crutch tighter, unable to throw her hands in the air as she would've liked to, and muttered darkly under her breath in Old Corellian. The healer had just finished telling her the young woman suffered from violent instability and he had called a guard? That might have been okay for someone not Force Sensitive. Might. The guard would, no doubt, be wearing weapons and restraints in full view. That kind of show of force was enough to put any sane person on edge, even if a little. Add violent instability to the mix and it was a touchy situation. Add Force Sensitivity, and it was a bad situation with the potential to blow up in everyone's faces. That healer could not account for the guard's actions and reactions and every ripple of emotion, the slightest change would be felt by the young woman. His unease if he showed any, his determination... That was not something Adelle, in good conscience, could allow.
"Let me get this straight," she said, forcing her emotions into a box, within a safe, within a closet of her mind. "You, a medical professional, have deemed it wise to introduce a potential stressor and trigger to a patient with psychological issues and a history of 'violent instability' to contain and-or restrain her? Doctor... I'm no healer. I haven't gone to medical school. I'm not a therapist either. But trust me when I tell you that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of in my entire life."
No need to tell him she couldn't remember most of her life.
"If what you're telling me is true, then she needs a therapist or psychiatrist. Not an armed guard. Not a doctor. And if by some miracle she doesn't take the guard as a threat, how do you propose to treat her? Her issues, it seems like, are psychological. Or were you just going to let her sit in a medical room or cell until Yavin Jedi came to take care of her?" Adelle clamped her mouth shut and took in a deep breath. Calm. She needed to be calm. Her eyes locked with his, unwavering. "Trust me, I know a good deal about psychological trauma. I could help her. Bringing in a guard will only escalate the situation. Let me talk with her, see if I can help her. Lesser Jedi have done more in conditions worse than mine."
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