seen from India
seen from Russia
seen from Armenia
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from China
seen from Vietnam
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seen from Germany
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Jordan
seen from Slovakia
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
seen from Germany
When Obi-Wan met Luminara:
Decommissioned
‘More time…outstanding!’ Doctor Wyn tried to relax while treading water in the rehab swimming pool in an effort to exercise and relieve stress on his damaged knees. It had been over a year since he discovered the answer to his vods aging acceleration. Checking his own blood, the degradation of his DNA telomeres has stopped and continued to stabilize. Commander Cody sent samples of his own, and the results are promising. His only concern now is to keep this discovery a secret until he can safely distribute the serum to those who want it. To release this information prematurely is an automatic death sentence.
After his work out, he still resorted to bacta knee wraps and occasionally using a cane about his apartment and office.
He had walked with a little more difficulty recently. As he walked toward his apartment his knees gave out fortunately he was next to the wall and he caught himself. “Damn.” A couple of cadets happened to be around him and helped him home.
The next day, Wyn resigned that he wear more sturdy braces and using two canes.
He walks to his office finding it being cleaned out.
“What is this?”
“You are retired doctor.” Said a Kaminoan.
“I'm not slated for five years.”
“Nala Se thinks differently.”
“There's nothing wrong with me...”
The Kaminoan merely blinked at him directing cadets to remove boxes from the office. Fuming, Wyn continues to the offices of Nala Se.
Wyn entered the reception office of Nala Se. The droid attempts to stop him, but his commotion draws Nala Se out of her office.
“Doctor Wyn.” Her voice as cool as ever.
“Nala Se, there must be some mistake. I'm not slated for retirement for five years.”
“I have decided to accelerate your date. You are in decline. “
“The hell I am…”
“Careful doctor, the Jango is coming out of you.”
The doctor frowned, his voice lowering, “There is nothing wrong with me.”
Nala Se looked at his braces and canes.
“I am in this condition because of years of running and fighting to save lives. I'm a doctor, not an athlete…not anymore...but I can still work.”
“Your condition can be repaired doctor.”
“Not by you.”
“You are Kaminoan property doctor. Your upkeep is our responsibility.”
‘Apparently not doing a good job.’ Wyn struggled to keep from snapping with his true thoughts about the matter.
Calmly he countered, “I have been requesting replacements for years.”
“You could have had those years ago. If you would submit to our treatments.” The Kaminoan stated coolly, “If it weren't for the binding agreement with Lama Se and General Shakti, you would have been repaired by us long ago.”
‘Also terminated years ago.’ Wyn thought, “So you are punishing me with non- treatment if I don’t allow you to operate on me? You know I don’t trust your treatment. Not since the Order.”
“It was part of your design.”
“I hate what that chip made us do.”
“You failed that order doctor. Your compassion and loyalties have kept you from completing the Order.”
“I was a Commander. A surgeon under the command of General Luminara Unduli.
“You tried to save her.”
“Of course. Unlike yourself, I believe life is sacred and must be protected.”
“Even your enemies?”
“Unless I have to defend myself or others, yes.”
“You were, and are a clone trooper. You should have been decommissioned then, but you did save thousands of lives, even my own. It is out of respect that I have allowed you…”
“Allowed me?”
“Yes, CT-736. It is out of respect that you have not been decommissioned long ago. Your body is now failing.”
Wyn frowned and defiantly stared at the Kaminoan before lowering his gaze. He had not been called by his designation in years.
“I have years ahead of me. There is nothing wrong with my mind. Nothing wrong with my hands. I can still work.”
“You have already outlived your batchmates CT-736. You will decline more quickly after your fortieth year.”
“That's four years away.”
“You are retired now CT-736 enjoy the time you have left. You are assigned an assistance droid-“
“I don’t need it.”
“Do not test me, CT-736.” Nala Se frowned towering over him, “You may keep your apartment and teach as you wish, but research and treating patients is out of the question.”
Nala Se turned and entered her office leaving the doctor in the empty reception room. Wyn slammed his canes onto the smooth tile floor, turned and stomped out of the office never to darken the door again.
