Qymaen floated in and out of sleep. Once the fellowship of humans, Togrutas, and Kaleesh had reached Coruscant, he had been transported to the med center. Apparently the Force-lightning had screwed up blood minerals or something. It must have been pretty severe lightning, Qymaen mused. He didn't remember much of the previous day's events.

But there was one thing Qymaen was certain about. He was in the same room Ronderu had been in. He had spent two weeks in this same room.

Every bone in his body hurt—and he had no clue why. But he had heard that Jalaen had been cleared of charges, and that she was here to get a bionic hand…

There was a knock on his door. He guessed at the many possibilities of people that it could be, Ronderu, Jalaen, Kiel, Rubble, or nurses with the evening meds and lime jello. He prayed not the last option.

"Father!" the voice exclaimed on the other side.

"Come in, Jal!" Qymaen said excitedly.

Jalaen walked in, still missing her left hand. "When's that gonna be fixed?" He asked.

"When they can replicate a Kaleesh hand," Jalaen replied. "We are kind of special. How do you feel?"

"Worse, not better," Qymaen retorted. "How did the final battle play out?"

"Well, Sidious just kept electrocuting you while I recovered, and he kicked my old rifle overboard." Jalaen looked saddened by her loss. "I managed to save your rifle, though. I engaged him, and he cut off my left hand. It ended with us pushing each other off the barge, but I caught a rope while Sidious was ripped apart by sharks."

Qymaen looked pleased. "Good job, Jal," He smiled.

"Um, Father?" Jalaen asked. "I got a new cruiser for you."

"What did you name it?" Qymaen asked, almost panicked. Please not the Martyr, please NOT the Martyr, Qymaen prayed.

"I named it the Martyr II," Jalaen stated proudly. "You like it?"

"Sure," Qymaen lied. "Did you receive a pardon?"

"More than that," Jalaen replied. "Senatorial recognition."

"Where's Ronderu and Rubble?" Qymaen asked.

"Ronderu's at the apartment," Jalaen responded. "And Rubble is probably pacing my room across the hall, wondering were in Abesmi's name I went."

Qymaen laughed. "Did you get Rubble tested?" he asked. "You know, for midi-Chlorian count? Shaak Ti asked you to, as I recall."

"Yes," Jalaen answered. "He has a very high count. Shaak Ti talked to the Temple. They want him in a week to begin his training. I'll miss him. For a while I was hoping he would—oh, never mind."

There was another knock on the door. This time it was definitely the nurse with meds. "You better go, or these med droids will kill you," Qymaen warned. "See you, Jal." Qymaen kissed his daughter's cheek.