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Their meals usually consist of fish, sometimes ground into a mush for all of them. (Anthony also brings them sardines and candy whenever he comes in. He likes to see them happy)

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Today I was able to control the Faulkes telescope in Australia to photograph potential asteroids.

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M51- Whirlpool Galaxy by Cptn.Shelly on Flickr.

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What just happened?

Master Faulkes is one of the most bizarre Jedi I've ever met.

He's not terrible, or rude, or anything, just an odd, stubborn man.

He also cries a lot.

A lot.

Over seemingly everything and nothing at the same time, though I'm willing to bet that that just has to do with the fact that he's quite injured and still has no leads as to what happened, how it happened, who did it, or why; the corruption of a few hours of all of his ships' datalogs seems to cause him a decent amount of frustration as well.

At least, that's what his Padawan tells me.

Master Faulkes was in no position to speak coherently.

It's understandable to a degree. I can imagine that situation being incredibly stressful and taxing both physically and mentally.

I should back up a bit; I received a call from Master Faulkes' frequency from his Padawan, who informed me that his Master had either injured or re-injured himself and could I please come to Tython to take a look. He was rather insistent that I had to and that it could not be properly dealt with by the Temple. The reasoning behind that became clear later on.

Whatever made him think he could climb up that particular (and steep!) pathway is beyond me; likely goes back to him being stubborn. His Padawan told me that he'd tried several times to talk Faulkes out of the walk, and that he refused each time.

...and that he nearly fell entirely down the hill at one point. His Padawan carried him back up to the top to spare him any embarrassment of, well, having to be carried into the Temple as though he were some sort of invalid.

I can't say I necessarily agree with that course of action, but I also cannot claim to know Master Faulkes better than his Padawan. Given that,for the situation, it may have been the best course of action for Faulkes' well being.

Regardless, he was still quite injured and wasn't supposed to be about on his own, especially without some sort of assistance. I am a skilled healer, but I can't perform miracles. I may be able to speed healing of serious injuries and reduce or eliminate pain, but I certainly can't take, oh, say, as broken hip and leg and make them as good as new in a matter of minutes--or even days.

If Faulkes isn't careful, he'll end up crippling himself.

I meet the strangest people.

#swtor #jedi #wtf is going on here?#faulkes

Tired.

It's been one of those days that leaves me feeling my age.

A couple of days back I met, via comm, another Jedi Master by the name of Faulkes. For a change, he wasn't one of those, "I'm 18 and an exception to every rule of the Order, because I'm just that amazing" sorts who are typically just lying, boasting children without a Master to guide them.

He's an older human; roughly my age, actually. He looks distinctly more frail than I'd expected, almost mousy. I haven't got much room to talk, I'm not exactly a towering sort of person. Rather small, really, but I don't think I ever appear weak, necessarily.

That's irrelevant, though; Faulkes ran afoul of some sort of accident or attack, he doesn't recall and someone doctored his ship's holos. One of his droids brought him in to a medical bay on Coruscant. I asked if he needed aid beyond a kolto tank, as patching others up is what I tend to be best at. He accepted, and I found him in a very poor excuse for a medical facility. The only attendant on hand was an old droid--it looked a bit like a gonk droid, but it had arms and seemed to be minding the full kolto tanks.

No door either, and not in one of the better sections of the city either.

Whatever happened to Master Faulkes had left him in an awful state. If I'm being perfectly honest, it didn't appear as though he was in any sort of fight; the nature of his injuries makes me think that something fell on him. Perhaps it did and he's simply too embarrassed to admit what happened. That's irrelevant, though, the only relevant fact is that he was injured quite badly. He did try to mask it somewhat, but when one's eyes water just due to normal breathing...

I got him to the point that he should, at least, be able to rest with minimal pain. That, in and of itself, was draining; admittedly, I've become used to healing in the midst of combat, and it involves quickly repairing a multitude of minor wounds, nothing typically severe beyond, possibly, a broken limb. Of course, he tried to get up and walk around, which nearly ended up with him face first on the floor. Managed to convince him to rest again primarily by engaging him in conversations relating to our respective Padawans and sitting down myself while speaking. Master Faulkes seems to go back and forth between thinking his new Padawan to be an excellent example of what a Padawan should be and, strangely, some sort of bloodthirsty Sith consuming monster. I suspect it's stress from his injuries and not knowing how they happened that's causing that sort of wild speculation, though.

Eventually, he laid back down and said he needed to rest. I offered to keep watch, considering that I don't think that droid was programmed for anything but maintaining the kolto tanks, and spent the night in meditation as opposed to actual sleep.

During that time, I realized that I haven't seen or spoke to Jude in some time. I do hope he's alright, and should see if I can find him.

Ehlial, at least, isn't accident prone or a complete psychological nightmare. There is a lot of comfort to be had in that fact.

I'm getting too old for this.

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