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Author note: The first chapter is just setting things up, so it won't make much sense. You aren't supposed to know what is going on yet!

Location: Main psychiatric hospital in Pentz, capital city of Champala

Time: 4 years ABY (After Battle of Yavin)

AU: No Death Star 2 exists, but this fan fiction occurs after the rescue of Han Solo from Jabba the Hutt

Warnings: Mild mentions of torture and medical testing on patients without proper consent. No swearing.

Chapter 1

Dr. Solon Kast stepped forward and gestured sharply to his medical assistant.

"Give her 3 cc's of mopadentalip immediately," he said loudly over the yells of the frantic patient.

The assistant swooped forward and quickly injected the thrashing woman. She quickly lost consciousness.

Kast sighed in irritation.

"Take her back to her room," he ordered the assistant, who rapidly moved the woman out on her hoverbed.

Kast shook his head and moved over to enter in the results of the latest test into the patient's record.

"Doctor Kast?" inquired a voice from the doorway.

Kast turned to see a colleague, Dr. Gilanz, standing at the door.

"What can I do for you, Doctor?" he asked courteously, and gestured him in.

Gilanz had an anticipatory gleam in his eye, and one that Kast recognized and relished.

"Ah, you have a case for me?" Kast asked hopefully.

"Well, perhaps," Gilanz said carefully, "I'm not positive it's what I think it is, but I'm willing to transfer my patient over to you if you are interested."

Kast took a deep breath and then relaxed it in a sigh of disappointment, "You usually have interesting cases for me, Gilanz, but I really should say no. We're in the middle of a protocol for a new psychiatric drug, RDU90. I'm processing a great many patients these days, and the rest of the time I'm 'finding' new test subjects."

Gilanz raised his eyebrows, "I would not have thought that would be an issue since you are the head of the hospital."

"Unfortunately, many of the psychiatric patients have relatives nearby who check on them. This drug, while it has potential, needs quite a bit of testing before we'll find the optimal injection schedule. The last patient had a very negative reaction. So I'm finding test subjects in prisons, off-world mental wards, even. It is quite tedious."

Gilanz nodded sympathetically and moved toward the door, "That's fine. I appreciate a chance with him anyway. I just thought you should have first rights as you are a recognized expert on peculiar disorders like Malintis Syndrome."

Only Kast's professionalism kept him from breaking into a gleeful smile of anticipation and excitement.

"Malintis Syndrome? Are you sure?" he demanded.

"No, I am not sure," Gilanz said with a smile, "But there is a reasonable possibility. But I know you are busy so…"

"No, no, no," Kast said with enthusiasm, "I'll clear my day, my week for a good case of Malintis. Patients are so rare! Tell me about the patient. Male, you said? What species?"

Gilanz quickly assumed a professional demeanor, "Yes, male, human, early 20's by the looks of him. He caused a disturbance in a cantina in a small town about 50 km away. He was arrested on a minor assault violation, and while in custody started rambling so a local doctor checked on him. He seems to have a persecution complex, so the doctor, an old friend of mine, gave me a call. I'm still working on a research article on that subject."

"Still and forever," Kast said with a smirk.

Gilanz groaned, "I too have my challenges in finding subjects, though I recognize Malintis and those other pet disorders of yours are even rarer than imagining the entire galaxy is after you. Anyway, after I took custody of the individual, he started muttering in such a way that I'm 80% sure he's displaying symptoms of Milantis Syndrome. But you are, of course, the one to decide that."

Kast nodded eagerly, "I'll get right to him. But tell me a bit more. Name? Occupation?"

Gilanz shook his head, "He goes by the name Kamton Palisti, but that's clearly an alias. His ID's were forged, no doubt about it, but they look like hundreds of others out there, no doubt purchased from some outfit like Black Sun. Nothing special about them. Occupation, hard to tell. He has a few scars and is in excellent physical shape, so I'd say some form of manual labor. Dark brown hair, blue eyes. That's about it. Speaks good Basic. "

So, Kast said with a predatory gleam in his eye, "No known family, here on Champala illegally – almost certainly no one will notice if he disappears permanently."

Gilanz nodded, "Indeed. I'll have my people transfer him over. Do you want him here?"

Kast walked to the window and looked out towards a tall building nearby, but separated from the psychiatric hospital by force fields.

"Yes, bring him here," he said after a moment. He lifted an eyebrow at Gilanz, "If he turns out not to have Milantis, I'll let you know and transfer him back to your facility so that you can analyze the persecution complex. If he is a good candidate for my research, I'll have him transferred permanently to Building Z."

Gilanz nodded, "Very good, Doctor. Thank you."

"No, thank you," Kast responded absently.

He moved over to the holoterminal to clear the rest of his day of appointments