People like that are why my face looks like this.
I spent part of my night last on Nar Shaddaa; Pikvi approached me to aid him in healing one of the many odd people he’s ‘adopted’, for lack of a better word, over the years. He told me he knew Sith Alchemy was somehow involved, and that he wasn’t able to fully remove it or even to likely contain its spread for long.
And, of course, the one I was supposed to go and visit just had to be that obnoxious Larikk who had cheerfully spent the afternoon reading back bits of an awful piece of fictional writing that, for reasons still unknown to me, paints me in an embarrassing and dreadful light.
Brilliant.
Just the sort of person I end up being entirely inclined to go out of my way to help. Regardless, I went.
Even half dead, he still managed to be almost as obnoxious as he was on that open frequency. Still, not the worst I’ve had to deal with, and some people have all the response and restraint of a wounded, half starved animal when they’re injured.
I still don’t know the exact story beyond, “it was an accident”, as to what happened to Larikk or how Sith Alchemy came into it, but it did and it had a reasonably good hold on him. Pikvi managed to slow it and somewhat sandbox it, for lack of a better word, but he’s no mender and I’d wager most of his experience with that craft have to do with creating and unleashing it, not containing and destroying it.
Nothing too out of the ordinary and, as those things go, reasonably mild though it’s not as if that made a difference to Larikk, I’m sure; it just made my job a bit easier.
That Twi’lek is hard headed, stubborn, and lacking in common sense and the only reason I don’t necessarily find that to be too much of an issue is because he’s also still very much a child. Assuming he doesn’t die, he’ll grow out of it. Of course, if he continues on with some of the friends he’s keeping, he just might end up dead before that can happen. As I was wrapping up, another Jedi popped into the room; this was at Larikk’s private residence and this Jedi had the security codes. Obviously, they knew each other.
There is getting off on the wrong foot, and then there is getting off on the wrong foot—and I suspect this one had no feet to begin with. He started by overtly stating that I was clearly inexperienced as I didn’t, in the midst of removing Sith Alchemy based destruction and corruption from Larikk’s body all without leaving behind massive damage and scarring, immediately recognize him as another Jedi.
Yes, a thousand apologies for being focused on my work and not at the old Pureblood dressed in a white tracksuit. Forgive me for not caring who you were or considering you either a threat or a priority.
He then moved on to continue implying that I was ‘young’ (which might have been flattering in other situations, if it were not coupled with ‘inexperienced’) and had no idea what I was doing—which is exactly why Larikk was free of corruption of course, I clearly fell arse-over-lekku into an accidental solution.
I don’t recall his name, something similar to Hyacinth.
Things might have been find if he hadn’t kept running his mouth, but he did, and it was all solely directed at me. Easy enough to ignore, I’m used to family and friends taking out their worry for a patient on whoever is attending, be it myself, a med droid, or another medic, but then he mentioned he was the cause of Larikk’s predicament.
He’s a Jedi Master—or so he claims—
A Jedi Master who, by the look of him, and by his words, has extensive first hand experience with Sith Alchemy and knows full well the side effects, ranging from excruciating and chronic to lethal that it can cause if left untreated. What happened to Larikk happened nearly a full forty-eight hours before my arrival. I can lay partial blame on Pikvi for not contacting me immediately and instead waiting to see how Larikk was the next day, that was a bit dim on his part, but at least he tried his hand at doing some proper mending.
This…”Master”…however, once he’d himself recovered, and knowing exactly what Larikk had done and what Larikk had pulled into himself, simply took him to a standard medic who had no means or experience to recognize or properly deal with Sith Alchemy. Oh, but he was ‘watching over’ Larikk, or some other ridiculous bantha shit meant to make me stop looking at him with a mixture of contempt and incredulity.
Yes, because leaving someone in that state, which is tantamount to torture, is clearly looking out for their best interests. If this person had been an Initiate, or a Padawan—military, civilian, or otherwise Force Blind, I might have understood and might have written off their decision to ‘give it a few days’ without treatment as simply not understanding the severity of the situation.
This man, however, was more than old enough to know better and, judging by his species and appearance in general, is someone who has had ample first hand experience with Sith Alchemy. His decision to not seek aid for Larikk when he knew the level of physical and psychological agony it would cause him is torture. His actions were the actions of a Sith, not of a Jedi Master.
I would understand a Sith essentially telling a victim of Alchemy to ‘ride it out’ with the flawed logic that searing physical and psychological pain makes one somehow stronger.
And then? Then he had the sheer audacity to suggest I needed to spend some time on Tython.
I have half a mind to report that incompetent, dangerous fool to the Council and have him recalled to Tython; clearly, he needs some reminders as to which side he’s meant to be on and that it’s generally not considered acceptable medical treatment to torture someone for the sake of a lesson.
