45 In the thick of it 6

"He's been injured multiple times recently. I'd like to perform a checkup to make sure there are no underlying problems." Aayla stated.

Nodding, "I don't see a problem with that. In fact my son, Wang Too, is the village healer, I'm sure he would be happy to help you with that." The Chief replies, gesturing at the lurmen at my side.

His son, eh. Guess that's why they look similar, even for lurmen standards.

But fuck that man, I was getting all excited for Aayla's checkup, and now you're telling me that the hairy little lurmen is going to be the one doing it.

My disappointment is immeasurable, and my night is ruined.

"That would be great." Aayla respectfully accepted the help.

Turning to the other two Jedi, she asked, "Are you fine with this arrangement? If not, we can leave together after I'm finished with him."

Glancing at Ahsoka, probing for an opinion, which he quickly got in the form of a shrug, Anakin responded, "I'm sure me and snips can handle it." Giving his Padawan a nudge on the shoulder for good measure.

"Yeah, we've got it covered. Just make sure the big guy's alright for me." Ahsoka said, jabbing her thumb in my direction, then sticking her tongue out at me when no one was looking.

"I'm grateful for your understanding." Aayla replied.

"Don't worry about it. I already owe Lycan one for saving me back when we were escaping the ship." Anakin said, giving a thankful nod and smile in my direction.

Little things like that make you wonder how a genuinely nice guy like Anakin became a monster. The Jedi order probably being the main culprit in the creation of Vader for not helping Anakin with the many chips on his shoulder.

What he really needs is a therapist, and some friends he can confide in. Bottling everything up and waiting for it to burst won't help anyone, not Anakin, nor the Younglings.

Especially the younglings.

Maybe I should invite him to the bar and get him properly shitfaced. Then me and Wires can watch on from behind the bar as he spills his heart out, while he comes down with a severe case of the booze blues.

That's a plan more solid that a durasteel block.

Turning to address Bly and Co. Aayla orders "You will all temporarily go under General Skywalker's command, make sure to help him to the best of your abilities." Singling in on the Medic of the team, "Cameron leave me one of the medpacks before you leave."

"Of course General." He promptly responded, saluting along with the rest of the clones.

After that the majority of people left for wherever the Chief is taking them, leaving me and Aayla with Wang Too, the guide/healer.

"Come this way, there is a place not far from here." he said.

Keeping up with the lumens' brisk pace, we arrived at one of the tall nut houses within the minute.

Staring at the miniscule door, I wondered out loud, "How the hell am I supposed to fit through that?" Using dramatic gestures to emphasise the dog flap I was supposed to squeeze through.

Before the lurmen could think himself into a knot, Aayla told me, "Don't fight it"

Not knowing what I was supposed to be fighting, I was taken by surprise when I felt the force surround my body, in an attempt to pick me up. Dispelling the protective force barrier around me, I let the force touch me and carry me through the air.

Aayla moved her fingers like a master puppeteer pulling my strings with the force, all the while I dumbly spun around as if I were in zero gravity.

"I don't think I'm going to make it" I said as the ground and edges of the door came dangerously close to the tender scar tissue.

My worries were unfounded though, as Aayla's masterful control over the force safely passed me through the narrow space completely unharmed.

It was only after I watched her crawl inside after me did I realise the show I just missed.

Lamenting the unjust nature of life, Wang Too and Aayla began my checkup. With them poking a prodding all over my body, it felt like I was some kind of experimental subject, doubly so when the lurmen healer started putting weird plant paste over my scar tissue.

Apparently it makes the skin regrow faster. I just shrugged and decided to wait and see if the paste works or if the little monkey's taking out his arse.

After they finished the checkup, I was cleared. Everything was in order, no bones out of place or organs missing. All I was prescribed was a good rest to let the medicine do its job, and I was told to stay off the drink as well.

Wang Too left, and Aayla instantly began enforcing the no drink policy.

Or as I realised when I reached for my flask, she was already enforcing the policy the second she squeezed me through that door. Must've slipped it out with the force during the process.

Too bad she never thought about checking my other pockets.

"It's a good thing I always bring a back up." I replied by taking a flask from my robes inner pocket.

No doubt resisting the urge to force choke me for my antics, Aayla brusquely snapped, "Where do you even pull these from."

Flicking open the lid, I answered cryptically with all the grandeur of a master alcoholic, "A magician never reveals their secrets"

Downing a quick swig, I give her some solid advice, "But for beginners such as yourself, keeping a backup, backup should suffice for most situations."

Man, Rael would be proud of my preparations.

I wonder how he's doing anyway. The guy kind of fell off the grid since the war started.

Pulling the backup, backup flask from my grasp, Aayla yells "I am not an alcoholic!"

"Those two flasks are telling me a different story though" I said while eyeing the alcoholic beverages in her hands.

Somehow, this seemed to enrage her further.

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