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It was true that nothing had felt very interesting…. or actually especially Padawan-level… about today at all. It was fine though. Zhi had spent more than enough of his eleven and a half years in halls of medicine to know that you could never just say things like that. So he didn’t! Working with Mas...

“I’m fairly sure they are not. Though… they may have canyon pets, I suppose. I never asked for much detail about that.” Zhi accepted the water canteen and allowed himself a small mouthful, then just carried it and mused quietly over his own thoughts while they trekked the long way around the dunes....

Hooded and layered from the suns as he was, Zhi didn't have to avoid grinning at what the odds assured him was an impressively infuriated glare. The thin Panathan in his twenties continued trudging carefully through the sand for some time, occupying his mind with his adaptations to his heat regulati...

He narrowed his eyes, knowing deep in his heart that Zhi meant no ill will from his question, but the Trandoshan anger was building up and the poor Jedi was the only living thing around to accept his sarcasm. "Tell me again exactly why we're here. And DON'T ssay that you have another feeling that '...

Tatooine, past the far outskirts of Mos Eisley. Approximately 249 ABY. (Continued, shortly after here.) In the Trandoshan bounty hunter's tiny passenger room which Zhi was apparently making use of for the time being, the young Jedi healer and surgeon checked one more time on the sleeping Jaxon and ...

The young Jedi Knight and healer kept his expression almost neutral. Zhi was young enough that sometimes a hint of a calm smile drifted past his guard when he didn’t actually mean it to; but he wasn’t as young as the wounded Jedi on the bed. Zhi breathed in and listened as the the younger man deesca...

“As prepared as is feasible.” Zhi agreed with the calm flicker of a smile and the unperturbed tone that seemed to be either the lanky young man’s baseline demeanor, or some barely discernible brand of humor. Somewhat self-centeredly, the young Jedi supposed that he would have felt a bit more prepar...

“I know.” Zhi nodded acknowledgement. He’d thought about that already. “Bralor doesn’t know me. I don’t have any names that would mean anything to him. Please tell them: it is a sensitive matter. I won’t insult him by putting his business under a spotlight without knowing the consequences. Or the m...

The young man remained quiet-calm and attentive; nearly as steady as the Mandalorian's armor. He felt relieved to be told that K'ven Bralor was still breathing, though. Zhi had tried days earlier to passively look the man up and see what information could be gleaned about him… But there wasn’t much....

“You will forever look back on this day as one of great joy, but also one of great sorrow. It will help you to remember that, in life, the two are often closely linked.” - Jedi Master Valenthyne Farfalla. Approximately 950 BBY ---- Tatooine, past the far outskirts of Mos Eisley. Approximately 1,200...

The drink didn't matter to Zhi much. He considered whether he should just take it after all to avoid sparking more frustration from Alex, who was so changed from the warmhearted young Consular he remembered, but ultimately Zhi set the untouched beverage glass down on the surface of the table and low...

Zhi sighed and reflected on Alex’s counter for a moment. “I understand life and death… But your pragmatism is sound.” He shrugged. “Not that you need me to tell you that. I’m sorry, Alex.” He considered spending the time to share a drink or a meal; anything that continued laying the foundation for a...

Tho Yorla Spaceport > Yanibar. ~249 ABY. --- Zhi hadn’t called much attention to it that he’d been squinting his senses at certain vocal accents in the bustle of noise, let alone at every impression of an armored figure to cross his attention. He hadn't seen any benefit to attracting attention from...

Zhi felt that he was neither stupid nor dense, but his companions were allowed to have their moods… and in reality, their grim reactions were as informative as anything else could have been. What kind madness had happened while they were away? The tanned young man found himself brushing a hand throu...

A few more sardonic responses drifted through Zhi’s mind at his companions’ various quips and sarcasm about shooting him again, but the younger man let the dry humor drift away before he voiced any of it. It wouldn’t be helpful. Zhi turned his face towards Alex and listened neutrally. Decoding the p...

“It was not a criticism, Sskveesh. I am alive and appreciative.” The young man turned toward the reptilian whom he had yet to visually see, and waved his hand with a faint smile. “You could have killed me at the time if you’d wished to, but from the moment I was coughing on the floor, I can tell yo...

Twenty-one year old Zhi Reverence was the tallest, tannest, and youngest of the Jedi physicians in the room - and the closest genetic mix any of them were to 'base' human. Zhi closed his eyes to all three of the individuals he felt such care and concern for, currently most of all to the weakest of t...

Zhi didn’t have much of anything to set down, so he stopped beside a table of some sort and brushed sand from his hair while his skeptical companions joined him and their host… complimented him. The young Jedi grinned in amusement and shook the trapped sand from his makeshift hood. He didn’t especia...

Between dealing with the window and all the sensory input of the sandstorm, the younger Jedi missed the newcomer’s presence until he’d come close enough to start shouting out his objections to Zhi’s entrance methodology. The Consular deactivated his lightsaber blade, but didn’t turn around at first....

Zhi heard the Trandoshan’s grumbling, but didn’t try to communicate anything else to him for the time. Sskveesh didn’t care for it. That was fine. Zhi hadn’t really expected that he would have; but now he’d been told so, and the young healer saw no point pushing the boundary. He hung back a little s...

(Neither one of us are lunatics, Sskveesh. It's only that we have significantly different priorities.) The gritty wind was picking up more fiercely, enough that the lanky young Jedi kept his head bowed, eyes and mouth closed, and overall his whole face marginally shielded by a part of the extra shi...

(Mhm. And if I wanted to be done with us, you would know about it,) Zhi mused to himself with the silent chuckle that his interactions with the Trandshan seemed to regularly elicit. He accepted the water canteen and drank before passing it back. “And here I was hoping to meet a sand demon,” he repl...

Hot sands shifted underfoot. The right side of Zhi’s mouth quirked in a small tight-lipped smile at Sskveesh while he kept pace with the Trandoshan, moving towards his impression of lives on the horizon. The familiar weight of his weapon was dearly appreciated, even if his lightsaber would hardly be...

He registered the brightness first, then the scorched air. The Jedi reflexively squinted to let in just the narrowest slit of painfully bright red-gold light; pleased that at least his photoreceptors were working fine. He stood some paces away in the sand. Zhi carefully didn’t chuckle as the trandos...

A bemused smile played on the Jedi’s lips while he listened to the Trandoshan grumble off down a corridor. Zhi had had no intention of leaving this vessel for blazing sands and moisture-starved atmosphere without at least picking up the spare resource he had available, but it was both fascinating an...