Sabrina's Failure at Kashyyyk

Roleplay log from 8/9/2005
After being injured on Kashyyyk assisting Padawan Sabrina Rheatis, and spending time being treated by a trusted doctor on Tatooine, Kyle has returned to Coruscant and learned from Luke that Sabrina is back on Kashyyyk, completing her mission. Days have gone by, where Kyle’s been studying in the library archives of the Basilica…



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LOCATION: Basilica -- Corusca City: Coruscant
The fresh interior of an enormous structure, this space is lent a numinous feel by the vintage stone block construction, the soft glow filtering in through wrought stained glass windows, and the devoutly worked bas relief designs that cover nearly every centimeter of space, from the apse to the semi-circular chancel. A masterpiece of architecture, the building is merely a setting for the true treasures that lie within: long, low aisles of cabinets have replaced the original seats, their faintly illuminated interiors leaking spare light up into the space. The cabinets are full of relics, artifacts, historical documents, reference volumes and the like. Though quite a few have some relationship to Jedi history or lore, most items are mundane, if not treasured, things that deal with the greatness of ideals: equanimity, mutual abundance, restraint, clemency, and so on. A number of snug seating areas are interspersed within the main library, heavily cushioned chairs on sluggish wheels pointed at each other facilitate exchange and casual debate. A squared-off domed room on one side of the central space serves as a more formal lecture area. To the other side of the cathedral proper, a buttressed walkway leads to a private courtyard and quaint garden space, while an unmarked and unlocked side door leads down into the upper levels of the Basilica's former crypts, which now house a humble dormitory-style residence for the keepers of the library.
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        It was fortunate that the trip through hyperspace between the New Republic words of Kashyyyk and Coruscant was a relatively short journey. An easily navigable space lane that even the most remedial droid could learn to plot and travel with the simplest of instructions. Fortunate indeed for the woman who had sat behind the controls of the Voidstalker, bringing it past that brink from star lines to pinpoints of light. She'd breathed a sigh of relief when the city planet had come into view, but the familiar presence she'd sought was not anywhere to be found. Still, she had no choice but to venture down to the landing pad on the Basilica's upper levels.
        Her efforts to land the ship were painful and draining to say the least. Skin was cold, white, clammy to the touch but she still soldiered on, hands shaking as she powered down the systems of the ship and exited, nearly tumbling down the ramp towards the small staircase that would lead down to the veranda. No lift here, indeed, everything was as archaic as daily life would allow it to be. She took each stair painfully, finally stepping off the last one, white knuckled grip keeping her upright as she braced herself on the railing, eyes shifting across the veranda for someone, anyone at this point. It had taken all of her strength, what little of it she had left, to control her pain and what meager attempts to heal her own injuries had resulted in very little progress and a zapping of energy she had no reserves to restore.
        Sabrina looked, for what could best be termed, as the walking dead. Pale appearance aside, she was bloodied and bruised, her clothing rended in some places and her hands stained dark crimson from blood loss while her sleeves were tinted the same oxblood shade. Seeing no one, she takes a step forward, her knees buckling and she clings to the railing her hands too torn up to keep her grip and she crumples at the foot of the stairs like a rag doll tossed aside by a capricious child.

        What began as a tremble in the Force has become a full-blown earthquake to certain perceptions, as Brandis arrives from the lower levels, where he was furthering his studies in the latest medical texts. Pain lashes at him with gale force winds and he works to shield himself from it as he finally spies the source of it in Sabrina, a soft sound of surprise escaping him as he dashes the remaining distance between them.
        Gentled hands check her pulse point, even as he brings his other gifts to play in assessing the extent of her injuries, the best examination he can give her until he can get her to the medical lab and the advanced equipment housed there. He had remained, until this point, completely silent, but he will find no answers without asking questions first. "Sabrina, what happened?"

        "I failed."
        The two-word reply is all Sabrina can muster, her breakingly fragile hold on the conscious world threatening to snap, but she was anything if stubborn. Her weakened mind takes a few long measured moments to recognize the voice which asked, her, the presence in the force aiding in evidence as to the being behind it. Slowly she releases her hold on the railing, jaw gritting as she attempts to rise to her feet again, jeweled gaze looking both at the healer and beyond him. She shakes like a feather caught in the torrential summer wind on the open desert of Tatooine, but with effort she is standing.
        The impact of her words seems all the more real now. Failed. A failure which may very well trigger a horrid fate for both Kashyyyk and the galaxy at large. If her face could grow more pale, it would. Sickened not just from the effects of her injuries but in her utter defeat. "Where is Luke?" She hears herself say, her voice a foreign sound to her, muffled in her own ears. She'd had the object, the artifact, had it in her hands and had failed. Shame brings her to turn away, from Brandis, trying once more to step away from the stairs on her own.

        Brandis has been immersed in his studies, and so knows nothing of what Sabrina speaks of. "I don't know where Master Skywalker is." he answers quietly, bolstering Sabrina's flagging energies with a boost from his own reserves. "Sabrina, what's happened to you? Please, let me treat you in the medical bay?" that he is worried is more than evident. His expression, his body language, all speak of his profound respect and admiration for the woman. He's been lost in his own little world, so caught up was he in studying the pathways of the Force, it would appear that he's missed a great deal that's been happening by doing so.

        With the renewed addition of strengths, Sabrina exhales, looking towards Brandis thankfully, able to let go of the railing even if it is temporarily. "Here. At the Basilica" She stresses, her reply is to the healer's insistence on treating her injuries. She'd no desire to venture into the Manrai hospital, most of what she needed was rest, though in truth she did not now how badly she was injured. She'd fallen a good three stories, hitting unforgiving branches of wroshyr trees and then been pinned beneath the weight of a dead veractyl. She reflects on the happenings of the day before and exhales again. "Just help me to my room" her words a slow effort. "I'll tell you there."

        Brandis does as she asks, leading her carefully toward the room that she has claimed as her own while she is in residence at the restored Basilica. If there is anything he can offer, it's his strength and his expertise. "All right, then. Just lean on me, I'll get you there." Through the seemingly casual skin contact of holding her hand in a furthering effort to support her, Brandis puts to practice some of the things he's learned during his medical hiatus and begins to knit together the smaller scratches and abrasions on Sabrina's body. He won't be able to do anything major without a great deal of effort and concentration, but this small offering is what he has to give, at the moment.

        Relying on Brandis for the fortitude she did not have on her own, they progress towards the crypts where the residences were. Sabrina remains quiet for a good length of their journey, pausing them both for a moment as she shifts, wincing, her weight triggering the pain in her twisted right ankle. Releasing the pain in a slow exhale she nods before beginning steps towards the room in the short distance ahead. "Thank you." She offers in quieted tones, as she feels even the smallest of her injuries receive healing and relief. It's enough to bolster her, though she remains weakened and in desperate need for sleep and rest. As they cross the threshold into her modest room, she doesn't protest as she's led to sit on the edge of her bed, feeling a weight lifted from her shoulders as she finally is able to let go of the hold on her pain and she winces, gasping for air before she renews that control, like adjusting her grip on a rope, letting it run it's course for a second's worth of time before grabbing hold of it again. "I was supposed to retrieve an artifact from Kashyyyk." She begins, swallowing, her throat parched and voice sounding hoarse and raspy. "I had a vision you see. Which compelled me there, and compelled me to work side by side with a sith lord." It's all she can manage for now, growing silent to renew her strength for another passage of moments.

        Brandis nods, understanding about visions, at least in practical theory. Yet, still, he falls quiet at the news that she was working voluntarily with a Sith lord, and not out and out fighting with one over possession of the artifact. "If you were working with him, then why are you so injured, Sabrina? What happened that put you in this shape?" He's forced to eschew his medical kit, and to rely on the Force to diagnose the extent of her injuries. His attention shifts to her ankle, hands steadying with a verbal warning that she might feel some pain as he probes the damage. "This is going to take a little more concentration, I won't be able to hear you until I'm done."

        Hours upon hours of intense study had left Kyle Senesca red-eyed and ready for a good, healthy break. No longer than he had replaced a stack of books into their respective shelves. The sound of footsteps, ragged, and the difficult travel of Sabrina even with the help of Brandis draws his attention, and he peers out from behind a the bookshelves.
        A gasp bursts from his lips as they part open, and he begins to rush through the expansive open area of the library, in pursuit of Sabrina and Brandis as they begin to walk down into the crypts. He is forced to hobble down the stairs, favoring the left calf which is still encased in a metal cast, and eliciting a grumble of protest as a sharp bit of pain goes through his healing leg, briefly. Words echo through the hallway, giving him a mere glimpse of what's happened. He appears at the doorway, no words coming from his mouth... he's too stunned to speak. The scars upon his face are recent, and they add to the look of shock and horror that begins to settle in his features when he looks to see Sabrina's condition.

Sabrina heads through the side door to the crypts.
Sabrina has left.

You follow Sabrina.
You head out.


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Crypts -- Basilica -- Corusca City: Coruscant
The passageway is narrow, and darkening. Here was the site of the Basilica's former crypts, now slowly converted into dormitories for the keepers of the library. Old-fashioned handled doors line the corridor, each opening up to a small but modest living quarter. Down at the far end of the hall another door leads off, wending it's way downwards into the bowels of the structure.
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        "Because I did not have the strength or the resources to fight him for it. Because I failed in my task and that is why I am injured and that is why" Sabrina's voice breaks with pain but not physical, but emotional, the pain of loss for the life of another. She presses her lips together, gathering her wits about her. She'd mourn the loss of Rawkrawr properly, not now, not disheveled and barely able to produce cognizant thought. "We found the artifact, and I could not let him have it. It was thick, heavy with the dark side. I was no match for him, and I can only thank the Maker he did not choose to fight me openly. I only managed to get away briefly, then he attacked the creature I was riding and it fell taking me with it to the jungle floor." She frowns now at the memory "He controlled the fall but not completely. I survived only because of that." Her stomach churns somewhat at the realization that the sith both caused her injuries and saved her life. What a twisted man. It's Kyle's gasps in the doorway that catch her attention and she looks up, surprise flickering across blood and dirt stained features.

        Brandis turns pale eyes toward Kyle and nods briefly before settling into a more comfortable position on the floor near Sabrina, but not quite touching her. He closes his eyes, since it becomes easier to fall into the Force when he hasn't got visual distractions pulling at his attention, and for a few long moments he's silent, attempting to repair the damage to Sabrina's ankle. When he surfaces, it's with a shred of disappointment clinging to him. "It's no good, I'll need to go and get my medical supplies, Sabrina. I'm sorry."

        Standing locked, motionless in the doorway, Kyle can only listen to what is being spoken. There are pieces he is not aware of, but it isn't difficult to fill in the gaps. He is, after all, Kyle Senesca, not some blockheaded Tartiss or coil-crazy Zandura. He meets Brandis's gaze, then watches as the padawan goes into the meditative state, waiting patiently until he's finished. He takes a step into the room to give Brandis a clear way out, then turns his eyes upon Sabrina.
        "I c'n get you some water," he says to her. "Would that help?" He hopes, quietly that he's able to suggest his friendship and caring... maybe she'd even pick it up with her senses. The tone of his voice, however, suggests a mixture of concern and sadness.

        "It's alright, Brandis." Sabrina says reassuringly, feeling much better already compared to the state she was in when she first arrived back home. Home. She reflects on the concept for a moment, watching as the healer steps from the room then turns her attention to Senesca once more. "Yes, please, water would be ideal." Silence fills the room once more as Sab replays what had happened in her mind not for the first time since she'd left Kashyyyk.
        Kyle's friendship was a surprise, but a welcome one at that. She'd felt a kinship with the man, his connection with Uklaih rendering a certain closeness to him, like a sibling in some sense. She shifts on the bed, grimacing as her ankle pulses and she looks inward once more, her strength having been supplemented by Brandis sufficiently for her to be able to see if she was more seriously injured than what she'd first believed. A slow exhale escapes her lips. A great deal of internal bruising, cuts, bruises on the outside, but otherwise fine. The most severe injury had been to her ankle and the cuts on her hands from where she'd gripped the artifact so tightly. A mild concussion, and drained of strength. She wouldn't be surprised if she slept for days after this. Nodding to Kyle she answers him quietly, knowing he's got more questions to ask than she could probably handle right now. "Just keep it brief, I don't know how long I can stay awake."

        Kyle turns aside and walks over to the sink where he begins preparing a glass of water. He presses his lips together tightly now that his back is turned to Sabrina. Here he lets down his guard, showing the wall a deep look of mourning and even a hint of fear. For a moment, he closes his eyes tightly, trying to remember what he was told... the Jedi can feel emotions. He'd been told, and it was even something he had deciphered inside one of the ancient tomes he was studying. As soon as he's swallowed the concern and the fear away, Sabrina has spoken to him again.
        Blinking his eyes, he turns slightly to look at Sabrina, and blinks again. "Don't start thinkin' I'm 'bout t'drill you with questions... I -know- what it's like t'feel bruised an' worn out. There'll be plenty'a time fer that later. Right now, you need t' rest... you need strength." He shuts off the water supply and walks back to Sabrina's bed. After offering her the glass of water, he turns to peer toward the open doorway, then looks back to the injured padawan. Quietly, as quietly as he can muster, he says to her, "I dunno where Luke is... I haven't seen 'im fer days. Least not'n any of the open areas of the library."

        "Well, I figured you'd want to know about the artifact." Sabrina quips with faint humor, but it's about all she can give at this point in time. The mention of Luke draws a slow if pained nod from her and she lifts her hand, glancing at the lacerated palm then the other, frowning. "Could you bring me something to wash my hands with too?" She asks before reaching for the glass and drinking from the cool water. She's downed a good three fourths of the glass in an instant and then lowers it, setting it carefully on the small table next to the bed. "He's not here on Coruscant. I don't feel him." She comments once more. Her tone is somewhere between discouraged and helpful, trying to supplement the information Kyle has provided for her. "Do you know if he made it back from Tatooine alright?"

        Having not yet had the vantage point to see the extent of Sabrina's injuries, Kyle winces visibly at the injuries on her hands. His face darkens again, and he nods his head without a verbal response, and turns to begin seeking for a clean rag that could be dampened. It doesn't take long... those who saw his house back home would understand why, the fellow is as organized as a well-run military. Not only does he find a clean hand towel, but he also finds a basin with which to store water. Over at the sink again, he turns momentarily to listen, then nods his head. "Yeah," he replies quietly. "Had lunch with him an' a few others just two days ago. Younglin's made 'it... was quite good, actually." He turns and begins to fill the basin a third full of water, then carries it over to Sabrina's bed once more.
        "Here," he says, setting the basin on the bedside, dampening the edge of the towel, and offering it to her, all while making sure that the basin doesn't tip its contents over the edge. "Now, if you feel up to it... I'd be interested 'n knowin' what you found. If I'd been along, it's entirely possible that... well..." He pauses, not really knowing how to explain that he feels he'd have ended up a victim, but it's probably easily understood. "... anyway. I'm here an' well... there may be some way a young archeologist can help, even if he ain't laid eyes on the thing. I'm used t' tryin' to fill in gaps."

        There was relief in Sabrina's expression at Kyle’s assurances that Luke had indeed returned from Tatooine just fine. She nods once at this then reaches for the offered basin and towel, immersing her hands into the warm water. Quickly enough it turns a mottled pinkish brown from the dried blood mixed with dust on her hands and she grits her teeth at the stinging it causes. She hisses quietly, using the towel to scrub away at the stains on her hands the water growing more and more opaque. "I'll draw you a picture of it as soon as I'm recovered." Sabrina says, keeping an even tone. The reality of her failure still looms on her conscience, but for the time being she doesn't allow herself to focus on it. She'd deal with those demons later, as well as the loss of the wookiee. She doesn't confirm Kyle's suggestion that he too might have ended up a victim of the sith, but there's really no need to confirm it. She was fortunate herself not to have had her life taken so easily. Then her mind flies to the other being there and her eyes widen. "Rook!" She exclaims, dropping the towel with a sloshing splash into the basin. "Oh Force, Rook's still there with him." She frowns, looking as though she's about to hop off the bed and head right back to the Voidstalker to retrieve the missing political aide.

        Kyle's eyes squint slightly at the sight of blood and dirt mixed in the basin of water. He nods his head and smiles just slightly when Sabrina offers to draw him a picture of the artifact. "A picture's worth more 'n you might re-" he begins to say, but is interrupted by Sabrina's explanation.
        Surprised, more by her exclamation than the stained water that splashes onto his sleeves, Kyle leans forward. "What?" he asks, and is quickly answered by Sabrina's furthering explanation. "No-no-no-no," he says with a slightly forceful tone. "Yer in no c'ndition t' go mountin' a rescue mission." He reaches down quickly for the comlink attached to his belt, and flips it open. "We'll see if she's checked in, an' if not, we'll get a team together." He taps a button four times, keying in the proper frequency for the government complex, then sends a page tone.

        "No no," Sabrina begins with her own protest. "She's there...at least she was." But her own body protests having only just begun to relax and she practically collapses the nano second after she tries to stand. Her hands are still wet but she pays that no mind as she reaches on either side, palms down on the pristine bedcover, leaving a watery-bloody-muddy trail on the once white fabric. She takes a few slow breaths then nods "Alright. I'll rest first." She concedes, scooting back to sit up against the pillows this time, visibly unhappy with having to postpone the search for Barnsdale. Her eyes close and her guilt reminds her "Force, Kyle...I failed."

        Kyle waits patiently as he waits to receive a response from the Senate building. During this time, he watches as Sabrina tries to protest, leaving the bloody stains on her sheets, and lets out a thin sigh. The comlink in his hand squawks a simple and standard response, which Kyle temporarily ignores for a moment. "Not the way I see it," replies Kyle, adamantly. "Has Corus opened up an' swallowed the planet whole? Has the Empire destroyed ev'ry star system that stands 'gainst it? Then you haven't failed yet." He takes the bin of water away, and begins to walk over toward the sink where he begins to dump the dirty, blood filled water into the drain. After rinsing some of Sabrina's blood from his hands, he raises his comlink and speaks into it, "This is Kyle Senesca. Gimme a few minutes but I probably got somethin' important y'all need to hear."
        Closing the comlink, Kyle reaches to grab another dry hand towel from the drawer, and walks over to Sabrina. "Here... dry yer hands with this, then we'll look into gettin' some bandages on yer hands 'ntil we can get you a proper fixup. Meanwhile, you c'n tell me how I c'n get some people checkin' on Rook." He seems a little worried about Rook as well. They hit it off pretty well the first time she taught him how to shoot that monster of a weapon she calls a blaster.

        Sabrina reaches for the towel thankfully, drying what little moisture remains on her hands and then lowering the towel to her lap. "No, none of those things have happened, but then again it's been less than twenty four hours." She presses her lips together thinly. "That thing was so heavy with the dark side..." Her voice catches in her throat and which she could not still hear the whisperings that had been so vivid, there's still the shiver that runs down her spine every time she thinks of it. Recalling her thoughts to Rook she tosses aside the towel. "Send a comm to Riynald Troklen, he's the head of security for the government complex. He'll get a team put together." She instructs, slipping for a moment into her normal command role.

        With a quick nod, Kyle raises the comlink again and begins to speak. Apparently, he didn't consider it a possibility that Corus could swallow up the planet, though the thought of an Imperial invasion does send a chill down his spine. "This is Kyle Senesca again. I need a message sent t' Riynald Troklen. Rook Barnesdale was accompanyin' a Jedi mission on Kashyyyk, an' at this point, we dunno if she's there, or if she's all right. We need a rescue team put together t' go there, an' bring her back nice an' safe. I'll have this channel open an' can send y'all any information I acquire that might help. These orders come straight from Colonel Rheatis, an' if there's any question, send someone to the Basilica." Lacking the proper protocol to end the transmission, he merely flips the comlink closed, then turns back to Sabrina and begins to decipher through what she had said. Slowly, a frown draws its way across his face. "How can the dark side be... heavy... in 'n object?" he muses, then turns aside as there's a knock at the door. One of the convicts stands there, having been sent to deliver a medical kit from Brandis. Kyle strides toward the door and takes the kit, nodding his thanks.

        "The Force is living, existing just as you and I. It exists in objects just as much as it does in people, Kyle." Sabrina explains cracking her eyes open to peer towards the doorway where the convict lingers, even after he's passed off the medkit to the Orphelican. Reaching for the towel, damp still from having dried her hands, she wipes at the dirt and blood on her face now. The convict clears his throat, stepping forward, apparently tiring of waiting for either to acknowledge him and offers to Sabrina a quiet little bow. He seems a bit hesitant, considering she must look like death warmed over but he had a message to deliver in addition to the med kit. "Ma'am. Master Skywalker went to Gaena. He told me to tell you when you came back that that's where he'd be, visiting the Jedi witch and his niece and nephew." Sab lowers the towel from her face then nods. "Thank you." she says to him and watching him as he turns and heads out of the room once more. Well, at least she knew where Luke was.

        "I see..." murmurs Kyle, giving this some thought during the conversation which he's stepped aside to allow. He looks back toward Sabrina and raises his eyebrows, but in his time here he's foregone the act of asking questions that likely he doesn't need the answers too. This was a time of need, not want, and he didn't need to know unless someone like Sabrina brought it up. Instead, he walks over to the small countertop next to the sink, moves the dirty basin to the floor, and opens the medical kit upon the countertop. "I learned a few things from Radke," he says over his shoulder, "not anythin' impressive but I'm sure I c'n get yer wounds at least cleaned an' bandaged." He pulls on a pair of sterile gloves, then turns around with a roll of bandage in one hand, a small, disposable sponge in the other. The sponge is the kind that comes shrink-wrapped, and filled with pre-mixed bacta, so that any person with half a brain could sterilize simple wounds without having to get the proper bacta-versus-saline mixture down perfect.

        Sabrina nods again, glancing at the deep cuts on her hands that have already started to bead red again, having been washed of the dried, caked on dirt and blood that had stopped the blood from free flowing. "My hands then. The rest, Brandis can handle." She offers her hands out towards Kyle, palms outwards so that he can see the lacerations. She watches his expression for a few moments before offering up. "What is it? I can see the questions forming beneath his quiet demeanor.

        "Oh, I'm full of questions..." Kyle muses, as he sits down to begin the work of dabbing blood from the lacerations, then wrapping the finished area in bandage. "I probably only know a fraction of the galaxy's history compared t' most people, an' that's mostly from readin' the archives. Other things like... wonderin' who this Jedi witch is, they aren't important. I'll learn someday... I'm jus' more concerned with the here an' now." He pauses just long enough to look into Sabrina's eyes with concern. "I know that this artifact you found 's important. The way yer talkin' now... I'm tryin' to decide if yer jus' concerned 'bout that artifact bein' in the Sith lord's possession, or if yer also mad at yerself for lettin' it happen." He looks back down and begins to put the finishing touches on a fairly neat bandaging job with the first hand. "Either way, I don' wanna consider any of this a failure yet. This whole situation ain't outta our control, like I said, 'til Corus opens up an' swallows the galaxy whole." He looks to Sabrina again and suggests, "Findin' the right balance between you gettin' rest, an' tellin' me 'bout that artifact, that's the next step. I c'n send a message to this Gaena planet too, for Luke, if that's what you need."

        "It's both Kyle. This artifact..." Sabrina begins resting back against her pillows, weak still but too stubborn to relent to full rest just yet. "somehow holds the fate of Kashyyyk with it. In sith hands..." She closes her eyes, feeling the stab of shame and failure hit her again. "I should have found a way to keep it out of his hands. I should have ventured to find it on my own, without the sith. But I was only doing what I thought the Force was guiding me to do." She twists her lips into a disappointed grimace. "But it could have all just been a clever ploy of the dark side..."

        As he begins to work on bandaging the other hand, Kyle slows somewhat as Sabrina explains the fateful twist. His lips part for a moment of open-mouthed amazement, but then he catches himself and shakes his head. "Maybe it was. An' if you didn' figger it out, then what? The object was filled with the dark side, right? Wouldn' that make it easier for the Sith to use it?" He shakes his head again, and goes back to work on cleaning and bandaging her hand. "Sounds t' me like we have one pretty clear option... get it back."

        "Easier for them to use it certainly, but that's what makes it that much more dangerous." Sabrina agrees, dropping the already bandaged hand into her lap. "Getting it back won't be an easy task. Force, I don't even know where Lord Korolov would have taken it, though my guess would be Selene. He said something about his Master wanting the object." She exhales. "This isn't good on any count, but you're right, there's no point fretting about what should have happened."

        Nodding, Kyle adds, "Because that can't be changed. Ya' just gotta move on an' play the hand you got." He finishes Sabrina's other hand, then releases it and sits back, pressing his lips together again as he inspects the bandages. "Good 'nough I guess," he murmurs, then rises and begins to clean up the excess bandage and get the first-aid kit back together. "How 'r you feelin' now? Need any more water, maybe somethin' t' eat?"

        At the question of how she is feeling, Sabrina almost chuckles, her lips draw back and she stares at the bandage job with appreciation. "I'm feeling....tired. Don't be surprised if I sleep for days after this. In fact expect it." Whatever small hint of mirth there might have been at the beginning of her reply is gone now. "I've never felt so drained. Not just from the efforts of quelling my own pain and attempting to heal my injuries, but...Korolov hit me with the Dark Side over and over...draining me, I felt powerless." She frowns, looking up at Kyle, noting that he's likely not able to understand what she means. Hell she didn't know what she meant, or at least wouldn't have if Uklaih had tried to explain the same to her back then. "I think I just need to sleep for a bit. But later...bring me something to draw on will you?"

        Kyle listens intently, taking whatever Sabrina says about the Force as being honest. He'd long since come to grips with the fact that these Jedi aren't lying... even if it sounds ridiculous. "I will... you c'n count on it. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go begin pullin' as much archive information on Kashyyyk as I can... the archive droids c'n help." He bends over to take the dirty basin in the other hand and says, "You need anythin' just holler, right?"