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[indent][indent]There was an incessant beeping far-off in his oblivion. Somewhere beyond the realm of his pseudo-consciousness. In the place he eventually created for himself, a self-contained, fluctuating bubble of stabilizing Force energy--mostly instinctual than practically constructed, Ahsurah heard Master Fadi atleast twice. Words of encouragement mostly always her calling him 'Su Su', her way of teasing him. 

So when she urged him to awaken... he nearly dreaded it. Yet he woke up, slowly and in relative anguish. He could hear voices, muffled whispers as they were off to his left. He groaned and the talk quieted. The man, in a authentic gruff, sent "Dally" to check on him. The young woman, probably about fifteen or so, strode up and shouted back. [b]"Looks like he's up and conscious, Mox. Not the prettiest though."[/b] 

Ahsurah felt stiff, his left side was steadfast and unmoving. He focused the Force inwardly and sat himself up, [color=#AEA4B7][b]"... Well, thank you anyway, insult null and void... a-as it is."[/b][/color]

Vision was partial impaired he noticed, that sucked tremendously. He knew instantly that he would have to revise his lightsaber form. [color=#AEA4B7][b]"I-I have questions."[/b][/color]

Dally, a sweet-faced, russet-skinned human raised her hand. [b]"Not for me. Save your questions for Vale,"[/b] she told him, standing and striding towards the back. [b]"VALE! YOUR CHARITY CASE IS UP!"[/b] 

A secretive, short conversation followed. Then another woman strode in. She was darker and taller, her hair was a mess of oiled curls, and her brown-eyes held a gentle mirth. She wiped her hands with a murky rag before extending it towards him; the metal sheen on her left arm shocked him. It was a old model, barely a prosthetic. But he reached out and clasped it. She eyed his arm in mild surprise, [b]"Should be impossible that you have this kind of muscles control... It hasn't been that long and your condition was critical."[/b]

[b]"I guess, Dally was right. Jedi are made of tougher stock,"[/b] the man, Mox, barked from the piloting seat.

Vale, somewhat stone-faced, lowered herself into a crouch. [b]"How ya feeling, Jedi?"[/b]

Ahsurah managed to stifle his emotions for the moment. [color=#AEA4B7][b]"Good enough, thanks to all of y-you. What happened?"[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]