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  1. She was a mess of bacta bandages and high drip bacta. She could feel every wound despite the Morphines that they had filled her up with on the route back. But she could not afford to let her mind wither away into the painless stupor of unconsciousness. The force moved through her, mixing with the pain, flowing through it, to touch each and every severed nerve, every burn and blister. A conscious healing trance. ________ It was several days before she was able to even sit up in bed, and so she summoned her apprentice to see how he had made off on Naboo.
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  2. Around the great mountain of filth, a world continued to die, bleeding away into the void of the Maw. The sands beneath his bulk had been sterilized even down to the bacterial and fungal life that had made up the majority of the industrial world’s flora. The world seemed to shift and surge, tectonic plates crashing like the titans of the underworld beneath the power of the Force. Yet... There was another presence that stood out against the background of death and gluttony. A song that was opposed to the resplendent beat of the heart of the revel. The Wookiee and his Apprentice. The Hutt smiled in the heart of the storm. How many of this Kiralocca’s apprentices had he killed? What was one more death in this storm? A voice leered, distorted by the lensing of the storm, erupting around the Jedi like the volcanoes about them, <<Come then, Kiralocca. Let us have a fight, blade to blade. The fate of a world hangs in the balance.>> A drifting laughter came then from the shifting sands, rippling them like waves. <<I won’t explode a shuttle this time, I swear. Geki is long dead, just as is Ar-Pharazon. Against me fell Darex and Fitt, Dahar and all the others. Will your fate be different?>> The Hutt would await them, in the heart of the broken city, beside a still running fountain. The water had turned an inky dark with the soot of a dying world. He was the heartbeat of the darkness, his veins rooted into the world, a horde of dead about him. ((Feel free to join into the duel Johan, I will not kill you no matter the outcome. It'd be a good dueling lesson, feel free to read the dueling guide. I'm happy to walk you through it if you need it, as is WJ))
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