[h2][color=salmon]Hirani Blen[/color][/h2]
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Hirani sat in her rooms meditating, centering herself before the imminent battle to come. She felt the fear from far below and worked to peel it off of herself. When so many are afraid, afraid of what was, what is, and what is yet to come, it can be stifling for those who are so in tune with the force. She had always been sensitive and it was why the Jedi came for her once she was old enough to be taken from her parents and brought to the enclave on Coruscant. She was paired with those who would mold her carefully and aware of what she needed in guidance. In turn, she flourished to be the Consular she is today.

At the start of the war, Hirani was paired with Bocri a skillful Jedi with an allergy to bacta, which made caring for him a challenge. She was the most skilled healer that could be sent as his partner short of a Jedi Master and even that couldn’t save him fully from new cybernetic enhancements. At least then she was able to oversee their successful implantation. She helped to speed up the body’s acceptance to the foreign metals and made sure the wires fully melded with his neurological system. It was tricky and sensitive work to make sure everything worked in balance. 

The twi’lek felt him while she sat quietly in meditation, like a bright sun amongst the stars that were the clone men that filled the ship. She knew them all, some on more personal levels than others. She was their healer. She spent enough time with them to learn their individual personalities despite their identical genetic codes. Nature vs nurture. They grew to trust her as she spent years healing their wounds, telling her stories of their training as she shared hers with them. They all had their own trials to overcome and the consequences should they fail. 

A voice rang through the air as she sat in her peaceful meditation, crisp though the speakers that composed of her comms disc. 

“Commander Blen, We are almost ready to head off to the surface. Commander Sauburc is already in the hangar.”

“Thank you, Captain.” She spoke softly, drawing her consciousness back into herself. “I’ll meet you both there.”

“Understood ma’am.” 

With the conversation at a close, Hirani collected herself. The soft robes showing her as a member of the Jedi Order whispering softly as she rose from her cushioned seat on the metal floor of their ship. It was time to get to work.