Tobias Flynn
Tales from the Logbook ~ The Tale of Tobias Flynn: Act I Part XII

It had almost been a year since Tobias had come to live with the knights. He still kept to himself, mostly.

There was one lady knight who he was often seen with. Rii’A Leoni.

Tobias often seemed, aloof, vacant, a lot of his conversations seemed to dissolve into babble, or he would burst into a violent rage, and only Rii’A could calm him down.

His health, if he even had such a thing, though stable at times, was clearly deteriorating. His coloring was wrong, he was always a sickly pale, and his face, it was almost as if Tobias wasn’t sleeping, at all.

She would see for herself though. Rii’A made it her goal to nurse the Jedi back to health. She wasn’t even sure why though. By all accounts, Tobias was an incorrigible person. His behavior was erratic, sometimes even childish, his tone either blunt, sardonic, or aloof. Rii’A had never once seen the Jedi smile, never once seen him happy. She understood that he had undergone traumas that had completely shattered the man Tobias used to be. She knew about his past as the Jedi Knight, David Antilles, about how he had lived for years under an alias that few ever knew about. All because Tobias hated who he used to be, and thought that by becoming a Jedi, shedding the boy known as Tobias and becoming a famed Jedi named David Antilles, that he would finally gain respect and learn to love himself. And in a bizarre way, David Antilles seemed to be the pinnacle of everything Tobias had hoped to be.

But then David Antilles failed, the idea of a hero failing to save people, it was too much for Tobias to bear. But David Antilles didn’t just fail to save one life, he failed to save thousands.

An entire province reduced to ash because of his rage causing a mining facility to erupt in an explosion caused by unstable ores.

A dying race, now extinct, also a result of the blast.

His apprentice and best friend was now dead.

So much death now hung on the shoulders of David Antilles, and the man Tobias had dreamed to be, became something he hated more than who he used to be.

It took Rii’A almost a whole week just to keep Tobias calm long enough to get him to talk about what he referred to as ‘The Christophsis Incident’, the news bulletins the Galactic Alliance put out were referring to it as a ‘Genocide caused by a mad Jedi’. This probably did nothing to soothe the burden of guilt on Tobias’ shoulders.

Tobias was in his quarters, his Jedi robes had been patched up and stitched back together, courtesy of Rii’A. He simply sat on his bed, arms behind his head, he looked at the ceiling. Rii’A’s boots clattered against the floor. But Tobias didn’t react, almost as if he never even heard her enter the room.

In her arms, Rii’A held two objects, a mat, and a pillow. Tossing them on the floor, Rii’A placed her gloved hands on her hips.”Comfortable?” She asked, her tone almost sarcastic.

Tobias didn’t answer, he just stared at the ceiling.

“I shall assume that you are comfortable.” Rii’A huffed as she adjusted the pillow on the mat.

“What are you doing here?” Tobias asked, he was curious, a bit irritated, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to see Rii’A.

“I want to learn more about you.” She said plainly as she began to slip her gauntlets off, dropping them on the floor with a loud ‘clang’.” And, I figured you could use the company… is that going to be a problem?”

“I don’t sleep Rii’A.” Tobias stated plainly.

Rii’A began to undo the clasps on her body armor and slipped it off, like the gauntlets, it fell to the floor with a loud noise, she wore a plain blue long sleeved shirt underneath her body armor, and her hands were fair.”I’m aware, that’s why I’m here. I thought I might try and get you to sleep.” That was part of the reason.

The other part was that somehow, over the time she had known him, the fallen Jedi was starting to grow on her, there was something about him that attracted her. Perhaps it was because he was the only person to ever call her ‘beautiful’, maybe it was something about him that she couldn’t quite understand. But strangely, Rii’A almost felt feelings of love for the poor Jedi.

Rii’A’s intentions for coming to his quarters were indeed to try and calm Tobias and try to get him to sleep, but at the same time, Rii’A couldn’t help but feel part of the reason she came here was for her own feelings, and perhaps whether or not to confirm Tobias felt the same.

She stepped out of her boots, leaving them near the entrance as she picked up her discarded pieces of armor and placed them on a table, once again filling the room with the loud sound of metal banging against metal and hard materials.

Finally, Rii’A undid her braid, her golden hair flowing down almost to her mid back. She shook her head a bit to loosen it up as golden locks fluttered.

Tobias looked over to her, his arms tucked  and crossed behind his head.”If you’re going to sleep why don’t you just use the bed, I can lie on the mat for the night.” He didn’t use the word sleep, after all, why talk about an action he was incapable of doing.

“No, you need to be comfortable, if you’re going to sleep, it’s important that you have your rest on a proper bed for once.” Rii’A insisted, she slipped her socks off and then laid down on the mat in the middle of the floor as she let her bare feet breath in the chilled air of the barracks.

Tobias got up, adjusting his robes slightly he knelt down near the mat.”No, I insist you have the bed. I don’t need it.”

Rii’A sat up, and looked at him.”No, I insist.” She said, glaring back at him, he could be so stubborn sometimes.

“Get in that bed.” Tobias pointed to the bed behind him.

“Was that an order ‘Master Jedi’?” Rii’A challenged.

“Don’t call me that!” Tobias shouted.”Just get in the damned bed, I’m not going to sleep tonight no matter what you try.”

“Are you challenging me ‘Master Jedi’?” Rii’A took another verbal stab at him.

“If it’ll get you to sleep in that bed and to stop calling me that then yes! I—“ Tobias was immediately cut off by a hand gripping his collar and pulling him down.

Rii’A gripped him tightly as she pulled him off his feet and had him pinned to the floor in a matter of seconds.”Looks like you lose Tobias. Get to bed, now.”

Tobias stuggled for a moment, his arm pinned to his back, and Rii’A on top of him. He squirmed enough to jimmy his other arm loose, and then violently rolled over, now it was the opposite. Tobias had Rii’A pinned to the mat, though she still had a firm hold on his arm and collar.”Will you please, stop!” Tobias shouted.

Rii’A countered, being able to push him off of her, soon they were both on their feet, and grappling against each other in their competition of ‘who gets the bed’. Rii’A was strong, and agile, often being able to take Tobias to the floor and get him pinned, only for him to find a way out of her holds and able to turn the tables on her, she would do the same in a matter of seconds.

It was a continuous battle of counter after counter until eventually Rii’A had Tobias pinned to the bed.”Why Tobias? Why do you struggle! Why won’t you let anyone in!” Rii’A gasped, she was short on breath after the hassle the ex-Jedi had just caused her.

“Because I love you!” Tobias barked.

“What?” Rii’A stammered, her hold on his arms loosening from the shock of what he just admitted.

“I love you Rii’A, but I know that the moment I admit that, I also have to accept the reality of my situation! That I’m sick! That’s I’m dying, and that I won’t be able to enjoy my time with you because of the way my body is degrading on me.” He tried to look away.”And I don’t want to be the cause of more suffering, especially not to you. Not after everything you’ve done for me.”

Rii’A paused, trying to take in everything the Jedi was saying, yes, if they were to admit their feelings for each other, could they live with the fact that her time with Tobias would be short? Could she live with the fact that his rampant psychosis and decaying health would one day tear their relationship asunder? Did they even have a relationship? Granted, she had been spending more time with him…

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable…” Tobias murmured, looking back up to the Lady knight, who’s cheeks had turned a shade of red.

“Do you… do you mean that?” She asked, sheepishly, a stark contrast to the firm tone she had been using on him earlier.

“Yes…” Tobias admitted.

It all happened in an instant, first there was a pause, then their lips connected in a kiss.

Tobias awoke the next morning, he and Rii’A were sprawled on the floor, he looked down, his lightsaber was on the floor, open, as if he were trying to put the mechanism back in. He looked over, Rii’A was still sound asleep on the mat with him. He frantically looked for the mechanism, stopping when he found the crystal and parts near him.

There was a pause, a brief sigh, and then he tied the crystal back around his neck again, and put the handle away.

For once, Tobias felt content.

Tales from the Logbook ~ The Tale of Tobias Flynn: Act I Part XI

The months that followed were, interesting to say the least.

Rii’A remembered that for the most part, the man who called himself ‘Tobias’ did virtually nothing, he couldn’t be convinced to get out of bed, he rarely ate, he would simply either lay in bed all day, or occasionally leave to wander the lands around the knight barracks.

Eventually, after hearing noises in the training grounds, Rii’A saw Tobias, with a training sword, and a sea of destroyed training droids.

Tobias was injured, gravely injured, and mentally unsound, he was not taking the right steps to recovery, and everything he did only seemed to worsen his conditions.

“Tobias stop!” Rii’A yelled as Tobias struck his sword against the remaining training droid.

The droid fell to pieces, and then so did Tobias’ sword arm. The brace inside of him had either been broken, or dislodged, either way, Tobias’ arm began to literally fall apart and hang distended in several areas. He growled in pain, dropping the sword and clutching his arm.

Rii’A rushed over, putting her arms around him and pulling him away from the crumbling droid. The woman, clad in her shining armor then pushed Tobias against the wall.”What are you doing!?” She yelled in his face, Rii’A was furious.”I thought you were a Jedi! I thought you had more sense than to push your limits like that! Your body can only handle so much punishment before you fall apart!”

“Leave me alone!” Tobias attempted to fight back, but he was weak, he was tired, and Rii’A kept him pinned to the wall.”I’m not a Jedi! Stop calling me that!”

Rii’A grit her teeth, her emerald eyes glaring into his brown eyes. He seemed so devoid of life, of purpose, he was wallowing in a pit of despair that she thought impossible for a Jedi. Could the tales of them have been wrong? The sight of the man in such a state only further angered Rii’A.

“It doesn’t matter anymore…” Tobias droned on, a listless look on his brow.”The Gamallians are extinct… Lyon is dead… The power of the force is slowly killing me… thousands of people died because of me… I’m a failure…my life has no meaning… maybe I deserve to die…”

Her hand encased in her gauntlet, she wound her right hand back, and slapped Tobias across his face. His false eye short circuited.

Tobias fell to the ground and tried to pick himself up, placing a hand on his cheek, a bit of blood trickling down his lip as he looked up at Rii’A.”How dare you!” Rii’A growled.”How dare you say your life has no meaning! How dare you give up and die! You’re a man! A Jedi! A proud warrior! A hero!”

“Heroes only wind up in hospital beds or six feet underground, Lady Knight!” Tobias barked back.

“Would you forsake all the people who fell in battle! Or would you carry on to try and give their death’s meaning!” Rii’A countered.” What would Lyon say if he saw you now!”

Tobias stopped, he looked at her, looked down at himself, then gripped at his broken arm, grunting from the shear pain of the bone falling apart all over again.

Rii’A bent down, and once again, much like at the medical center, embraced him.”Live Tobias, live, live for Lyon, for the Gamallians, for those who fell on the battlefield… You have so much to live for.”

“I’m sorry…” Tobias mumbled, groaning in pain.

It wouldn’t be until another month later that Rii’A would soon discover Tobias once again in the training grounds. His mind and health hadn’t changed, as far as she could tell, though his coloring was wrong, but somehow, he seemed, better, than when she had seen him here last. “Tobias…?” Rii’A tried to get his attention.

Tobias turned around, looked at her. His arm brace had been repaired, and so had his eye.”Lady knight?”

“Rii’A, please, call me Rii’A.” She insisted.

“Rii’A.” Tobias repeated.”What can I do for you?”

Rii’A walked in, her armor clattering with each step. She soon noticed the handle at his hip, the Lightsaber, a weapon of the Jedi.”That handle on your belt? Does it still work?”

“No.” Tobias said, after a long pause.”It is broken, like me, it no longer functions…”

“I see…” Rii’A looked down, she then eyed the crystal, tied around his neck.”And that jewel?”

“It was part of the ignition mechanism…” Tobias replied.”It broke, a long time ago…”

“Can you… can you still use a sword?” Rii’A asked.

“Why?” Tobias asked, his voice wrought with suspicion.

“Please, I don’t mean to put you on edge.” Rii’A raised her hands as she slowly approached the former Jedi.”I did not come to ask you to fight, I know you are through with fighting.”

“Then what do you want?” Tobias glared at her.

“I am fairly proficient with a blade, all the lady knights are trained in sword play, but I can always improve… I thought you might be able to teach me some of your techniques?” She asked.

“You want me?” Tobias asked, his angry and suspicious demeanor changing to a more calm one.”You want me to train you?”

“Yes, please.” Rii’A said.

Tobias paused, letting out a heavy sigh and scratching his head.

After a moment, Tobias tore a piece of cloth from his sleeve, and tied his hair back, his long brown hair had grown some since he had awakened, it was at least down to his mid-back. His bangs still covered the sides of his head.”Not here.” Tobias said.

“But, why not?” Rii’A asked.”Is the training area not suitable to you?”

“No, I just want to train elsewhere.” Tobias said, picking up two training swords and starting towards the exit.

For a while, the two walked, their path illuminated by the two moons that hung over this world. Their walk was silent, save for the clattering of Rii’A’s armor, and the sound of Tobias whistling an unfamiliar tune. Whether it was one he had heard in his travels, or something he had been taught, Rii’A didn’t like it, the tune was awful and confusing, almost as if Tobias were making it up as he went along.

Their silent walk soon gained some noise, Tobias had brought them to a river.

“We’ll train here.” He turned, and tossed her a training sword.

Rii’A caught it, examined it, making sure there were no imperfections in the blade or the mechanism.

These training swords were designed to feel as heavy and strong as their actual electro swords, the blades themselves were blunt and possessed a stun feature that delivered a minor shock with each hit.

Rii’A undid her belt, casting it aside with her actual sword and utility packs.”What would you have me do?” She asked.

Tobias turned to her, and held his own training blade up, and pointed it at her.”Attack me. Show me what a Lady knight is capable of.”

“Excuse me?” Rii’a said confused.

“Too slow!” Tobias rushed at her.

He swung the sword at her, Rii’A’s reflexes were fast enough to block most of his hits, but she felt the sharp sting of the electricity touch against her as he tapped her biceps, the only part of her arms not covered in armor. Tobias and Rii’A continued to trade blows, little fizzles of electricity sparking with each hit, each clash of blades, each touch against the other person’s body.

“Tell me! Why become a knight!” Tobias asked, swinging at her again.

Rii’A blocked, countering his strike and attempting to strike his leg.” To fight! To protect the weak! To serve and protect the people and my home! I believe in all the tenets of knighthood, in honor and chivalry!”

“How naïve!” Tobias responded, blocking her strike and shoving her back.”Those are the beliefs of a child caught in some fantasy!”

“And how would you know!” Rii’A argued, moving to strike him again, shaking off the push.

“Because I believed in them too once!” Tobias yelled.

Rii’A stopped.”What?”

“I believed in knighthood once! I believed in heroes! I wanted to save people! For people to forget the person I used to be and look on me and think of me as a Jedi hero! I dedicated my life to serving the people! But Jedi were only convenient when we served the politicians! When it was convenient for the people, they sold us out, they purged us, sold us to the enemy, executed us! To the people who we thought looked to us for guidance and protectiong, we were expendable!” Tobias pointed his sword at her.”Christophsis taught me that lesson the hard way!”

Rii’A prepared herself, Tobias charged at her.

“There are no heroes! Only dead people who thought they were doing the right thing! Such delusions only lead to suffering! The sad reality is is that no matter how hard you try, no matter how strong you get, you can never save everyone! And in my case! I failed to save anyone!”

As Tobias swung at her, Rii’A began to spy his movements, she knew how he was going to move and where he was going to strike before he would land his hit. She had been studying on Jedi sword techniques, and knew just what he was doing.

Rushing in, Rii’A caught his arms, they were locked now. A tie, both swords pointed at each other.”Tobias… I am so sorry you had your dreams crushed so cruely. But you’re wrong.” She looked him in the eyes.”Heroes are real, they accept the burdens no one can bear, they press on in the face of adversity, and they are willing to make sacrifices of themselves for the good of those they are sworn to protect.”

Rii’A took hold of his hands, causing him to let go of his stun saber. She dropped hers to. She lowered his hands down, she cupped them in both her gauntlet covered hands and continued to stare at him. It was almost as if through his stories, Rii’A had met the real Tobias Flynn. She realized her words had struck a chord with him, that he truly believed the same things she believed. “You see Tobias, you already were a hero, you just never realized it.”

Despite who he was, or who he still was, the fact remained, the man Tobias used to be was hurt, he wasn’t gone thought, he was still there, in the depths of Tobias’ fractured psyche. Tobias blinked, his face growing read as he felt her hold his hands.”… you’re so beautiful.” He said, almost astonished.

Rii’A blinked, then let go of his hands, stepping back.”Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I…” Tobias stammered, scratching his head again and looking away, embarrassed.

“No one has ever called me that before.” Rii’A interrupted him, a blush on her face, but at the same time, her lips had curled in a smile.

She rubbed the side of her head.”Thank you Tobias…”

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"Zorba Desilijic Tiure. Father of the great Jabba himself. Yet I honestly have no plan whatsoever. I’ve never done something like this before. Never gone against the Queens wishes either." Shiraya said, sitting back in the speeder. With the heat of Tatooine surrounding her she could already feel her makeup beginning to come down her face. Time was ticking little by little.

"Greaaaaaaat…" Tobias laid on the thick sarcasm as he hit the throttle and the speeder set off in the direction of the coordinates he ha set.

He sped through the streets, many of Tattooine’s inhabitants having to jump out of the way and cursing at him in Huttese, he didn’t really care.

Looking back at Shiraya, he tried to see waht the speeder had in terms of cooling mechanisms, not much, the owner must not have been paying the maintenance bills.

A palace was coming up, the one in the coordinates.”Zorba’s palace is directly ahead, I hope you’re ready to put on a convincing performance. Otherwise, we do things my way.”

Tales from the Logbook: The Tale of Tobias Flynn ~ Act I part X

The Flying Forge sped through hyper space, emerging from the vortex of swirling stars and blue streaks as the YT 2000 freighter entered Nar Shaddaa space. Rii’A ran a gloved hand through her golden hair, the glow of lights from the consoles reflecting off of her knightly armor.

Flipping a switch, a small hologrid appeared to her side, as it constantly zoomed in and focused on different areas, the scanner halted on a loan signal, then the grid proceeded to zoom out, she had found him at last. Tobias Flynn, the man she had found crashed near the barracks, half dead. He was in the commerce district, and so was that boy who had taken his comm. link.

Perhaps the child could be trusted, perhaps not, if Tobias was hiding on Nar Shaddaa, he had nothing of value for the child to take, correct. Rii’A also believed the child to be genuinely concerned for the man’s well being, that was what made her believe the boy Cody could be trusted.

*          *          *

Rii’A could still remember it, it was her night to be on guard of the barracks, then, like a meteor, she saw the wreckage of a ship falling from the sky in flames, crashing in the forest near her location and lighting up the sky as the vessel burned.

She informed the other knights of her order, and she took a squad of five with her. The all women knight brigade rushed to the scene, carrying their cortosis blades as well as placing equipment on their speeder bikes to put out any fires that the crash started. What the saw was shocking.

The ship, a large YT 2000 freighter, had driven itself into the ground, the thrusters has shut off, fire and smoke billowed from every vent and exhaust port. Rii’A was amazed the ship had managed to hold together for that long. As the lady knights began to work on putting out the fires, it was then that Rii’A noticed something in the cockpit. Plumes of smoke were seeping through the cracks in the glass canopy, and a man sat inside the cockpit, clearly unconscious.

Rii’A rushed towards the canopy, climbing onto it and smashing the glass, covering her face as smoke billowed out. She coughed and gagged, attempting to not breath in the smoke. She held her breath, she had to get the man out, see if he was even alive, if he had been breathing in that much smoke, his lungs had to have been rendered useless!

She grabbed him by his right arm, she couldn’t get a good look at him through the billowing clouds and having to squint her eyes just to keep it out. As she placed her hand on his arm, she felt it come undone and disjointed. His arm was obviously broken. She grunted in disgust at the feeling of the flesh not held together by the bone. Not hesitating, she put her arms around his midsection, and slung him over her shoulder, as she made her way out of the cockpit.

Rii’A coughed as she carried the unconscious man away from the burning ship and back to the speeder bikes, her breath hoarse and ragged, and eyes watering from being in such a thick cloud of smoke. The other women finished putting out most of the fires, and were proceeding to the inside of the ship in an attempt to quell the fires inside. Leaving Rii’A outside with the pilot, alone.

She lay him down on the ground, he was in terrible shape. His body riddled with cuts and scrapes, clothes torn to shreds, and he was soaked in sweat, and dirty blood. His long disheveled brown hair covered most of his face, Rii’A ran her hand across in an attempt to brush it off his face. She tried to keep herself from vomiting when she saw his face more clearly.

His face was mangled, like the rest of him, his coloring was pale and he was soaked in blood, streaming from his nose, and his mouth, and his ears. A crescent shaped scar was upon his right cheek, and a small stream of blood tricked down from his right eye. But when she looked at his left, she saw nothing but a gruesome injury surrounded by burned flesh and more blood.

His right arm, the one that was broken, was splayed out on the ground in many unnatural positions. If he was alive, if he’d ever recover from these injuries, the bones in his right arm would surely never heal properly. This man would be crippled for life. And this assessment was simply based on his physical injuries, Rii’A had no way of knowing how damaged he was internally.

Rii’A cringed at the thought of such a life, living but being unable to do anything for yourself, losing your dignity and ability to live normally due to malformed injuries that never recovered properly.

He started to stir, trying to say something, Rii’A quickly reached over to her bike, grabbing a canteen and attempted to pour water into his mouth.”It’s alright, my sisters and are here, there is nothing to fear sir.” She reassured him.

Taking another look at him, she looked at his clothes, or rather, what was left of them. A tattered tunic, gauntlets, remainders of two tabards, a blue crystal tied around his neck, and a rusty beaten handle strapped to his belt. Could this man have been a—?

“Master Jedi, please, tell me what happened?” Rii’A asked him as she did her best to sit him up, to try and apply some of the first aid equipment she had on her bike.

The man mumbled something, it was hard to understand, perhaps he couldn’t speak. These injuries were beyond her abilities to stabilize him with a simple first aid kit. He needed real medicine, a trained doctor, perhaps a whole team of trained doctors.

Rii’A pulled a comm. link from her pocket and spoke into it.”My sisters I must leave you, the pilot is in critical condition, I need to take him to the medical center.”

The woman who responded reassured Rii’A that they had the fires almost under control an were now searching the ship for the cause of the crash. It could be salvaged.

*          *          *

Rii’A remembered the ride to the medical center. Her hands clothed in her metal gauntlets, gripping the handles of her speeder bike, with the Jedi leaning against her back, his consciousness had faded again. She made greater haste to the center.

When she arrived, she took him off the bike, and once again slinging him over her shoulder she entered the medical center, greeted by a host of baffled hospital patrons and medical staff.”Please! Somebody get an emergency team here, quickly!” she commanded.

It wouldn’t be until some hours later, how many hours exactly, Rii’A did not know, she had lost count. Leaned against a wall, her sword on her belt, her arms crossed, her armor stained by the smoke and by the Jedi’s blood. She had taken the Jedi’s weapon and the crystal for safe keeping.

A physician came down the hallway, a grieved expression on her face as she stopped at Rii’a.”Lady knight, may I have a word?” she asked.

“How is the Jedi? Is he alright? Is he alive?” Rii’A asked, she was worried, worried the poor Jedi had died before she could bring him to surgery

“He’ll live.” The doctor began, she withdrew a datapad and began to skim her finger down a long list.”He’ll live, but, I don’t know how to describe this, by all accounts, he should be dead.”

She listed off the number of injuries they had found on him. His right arm had been broken in multiple places, the doctors had even speculated that parts of the bone had completely disintegrated or fell through deep cuts on his arm. The surgical team had to implant a network of braces and cables along the remaining pieces of bone inside of his arm. The bone would never heal or grow back properly, not even bacta would fix that.

Several organs had to be replaced, and he had to be given a new eye.

He was suspended in a bacta tank now, letting the medicine work its magic on him. He had wounds that would never heal, scars that would never go away.

The doctor put her datapad away and returned her gaze to Rii’A.”What concerns us most is his psychological condition, whatever he’s been through, I can only imagine what it has done to his psyche.”

Rii’A looked at her concerned, almost in disbelief. True, Rii’A, in her career as a royal knight, had never once encountered one of the famed Jedi of the Galaxy, but the tales of their prowess of both mind and body made it almost impossible for her to believe that a Jedi could have their mind virtually broken. “What do you mean?”

The doctor sighed, like she was talking to an uneducated child.”With those kinds of injuries, the multiple fractures, blood loss, burns, and the readings we’ve been getting from the brain scans, I’d be surprised if that Jedi had even a fraction of his sanity left.” And with that, the Doctor bowed her head to Rii’A, and took her leave.

Rii’A remembered the months that would follow, after every day of training at the barracks, every day of patrolling the realm, she would return to the medical center.

The Jedi fascinated her, if he survived, and if he was stable, she wanted to know more about the Jedi Knights, wanted to learn from them. Rii’A herself had never felt a connection to the mystical power of the force, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want the understand the ways of the Jedi, their morals, their code, their teachings.

She’d always visit the Jedi’s quarters, he was always asleep, his face marred by scarring and various machines monitoring his brain patterns. Not much would happen on these visits, Rii’A would simply sit and watch, as if she expected that he would awaken. Sometimes Rii’A would bring along ‘entertainment’, means to pass the time as she would watch the Jedi until night came. Simple things really, datapads containing epic tales of Jedi, of the Rebellion, of the Empire, of the Republic. She would also bring along the crystal that had been tied to his neck, as well as the lightsaber she had taken from his belt, to keep his weapon safe.

Today, once again, Rii’A came to the medical center, and once again, she went straight for the Jedi’s quarters.

Something was wrong this time.

The alarms in the medical center were blaring, security and hospital staff were running amok in the hallways, guiding patients and visitors to safety. There was chaos, panic, and disorder. Rii’A took her blade in hand and rushed into the hospital. She stopped a doctor who was running away from a corridor, it was near the ward where the Jedi rested.

“Doctor! What’s going on?” Rii’A demanded an answer, her sword in hand, if there was a threat to the hospital, she was going to deal with it.

“It’s the Jedi!” the doctor shrieked.” He’s awake, he’s gone mad!”

“What?” Rii’A stammered in disbelief.

All this panic and fear… the Jedi was causing it?

“We were coming in to collect the data on his brain activity from the machines and he suddenly woke up.” The doctor began.” When we tried to help him he suddenly attacked us and ran off! The security force has managed to corner him in the atrium!”

Leaving the doctor, Rii’A took off, her braided hair bobbing along with each step as her armor clattered together with each step, each motion. She followed the signs and the broken machinery and comatose security guards, eventually arriving at the atrium. The doors hung open, one was hanging from its hinges.

She walked in. The atrium was a lush environment, meant to simulate the world outside, for patients who were unable to leave the medical center. Artificial trees abound and various walk ways and streams could be seen throughout the large chamber.

She ventured in further, her sword in hand, the Jedi’s weapon tethered to her belt.”Master Jedi!” She called

No answer.

“Master Jedi! Please, I only wish to talk to you.” She called again.

Still no answer.

“My name is Rii’A Leoni of the Royal Knights, I come in peace, please, show yourself.”

There was still silence, then Rii’A shifted around, she heard a noise, rustling grass, snapping twigs. The sound of heavy breathing, it sounded almost feral.

The Jedi burst forth from the brush, dressed in a hospital gown and some of the machinery hanging from his body, he rushed at her. He let out a battle cry as he dove at her and tackled Rii’A to the ground.

He had her pinned, her sword had been knocked aside, the attack was so sudden. She looked up into the Jedi’s eyes, staring into eyes full of blind rage and pure hatred, there was a brief moment where Rii’A swore she saw the Jedi’s pupils change from their dark brown to an eerie gold, then back to their natural color. “You dare!” The Jedi growled.”YOU DARE!” he yelled into her face, Rii’A felt some saliva peck her cheek as she squinted in the face of his yelling.

“WHY! WHY HAVE YOU FOLLOWED ME! WHAT MORE COULD YOU TAKE AWAY FROM ME TIBERIUS!”  He yelled, looking up from Rii’A, he called out this ‘Tiberius’ person, a man who was clearly not there.

“All those people, the Gamallians, my apprentice. Why! WHY MAKE THEM SUFFER! LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME! YOU FORCED MY HAND IN THIS TIBERIUS!” He roared, still pinning Rii’A to the floor.

Then, suddenly, his mood shifted, tears were streaming out of his real eye, blood was trickling out of his other eye socket, now occupied by the prosthetic eye. His hands clutched his head, and the Jedi began to sob uncontrollably.”No! Please no! Please! Stop screaming! No! No more! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry! Please! Please make it stop!”

He rolled off of Rii’A, and curled up in a ball, his sobbing only grew louder, almost unbecoming of a warrior. Was this man even a Jedi?

“My head, the voices… make the voices stop! Tell them I didn’t mean to kill them!” He raised his hand, a with a swipe of it, several trees were uprooted and fell to the ground.

Rii’A watched astonished.

The Jedi’s arm then recoiled, and he soon grabbed his head again, pulling on his own hair. He looked up, and screamed at the fake sky, then almost immediately began convulsing on the ground, and began to vomit uncontrollably.

Then Rii’A remembered the doctor’s words. That whatever had happened to the Jedi, had obviously destroyed his mind.

“The force! Why is it doing this to me!” The Jedi gagged.”Lyon! Lyon help me! I’m so sorry!”

Rii’A crawled over to him, just as a bunch of security guards entered the room, weapons in hand, all set to stun.   Rii’A   shooed them away and managed to sit the Jedi up.”Please. Please calm yourself sir.” She said to him in a calm reassuring tone.

The Jedi stopped convulsing as soon as he felt Rii’A’s gloved hands on him, looking at her through messy hair, his eyes red from tears.”W-Where am I? What’s going on?” He was like a frightened child now, despite the fact that he looked to be at least somewhere in his twenties, like she was.

“You crashed some months ago. You’ve been asleep for at least five months master Jedi.” She said.

He recoiled when she called him a Jedi.”No! No! I’m not a jedi! I don’t deserve to be one! I’m not worthy to be called a Jedi!” he was about to get riled up again.

In that instant, Rii’A tried to calm him again, throwing her arms around him and embracing him, warmly, to make him not feel threatened anymore.”It’s alright. You’re safe now.” She whispered in his ear.

The Jedi’s arms fell to his sides, his mouth hung open, and the tears began to flow again. And then, almost on impulse, the Jedi hugged her back, tightly, like he was scared to let her go. He buried his face in her shoulder, tears running down her armor.

“My name is Rii’A Leoni, what’s your name?” She had to start somewhere, it seemed like she and the Jedi would be getting to know each other for a long time.

At least that’s the way it felt with how he was holding her.

“D…” He stopped, she couldn’t hear the name he mentioned, knowing he stopped himself.”Tobias… Tobias Flynn.” He sobbed in her shoulder.