Morning came quickly and she pulled back her hair headed to the command center. Her thick locks proved rather difficult to manage, but none the less her hands were still at her sides when she walked in. A hologram of one of the clone officers glowing, "there are two frigates on your way. Casualties and injuries were heavy but most of our troops were treated on the cruisers. We also sent a frigate that will continue on to Dantooine after rendezvousing with the Resolute." Her hands moved to her hips, she was already tired of the lack of communication between herself and Madame Kelmol.
The Kaminoan hardly told her anything, this was no exception. "Have I missed something Madame, I meant to set to work immediately but I thought I'd find Master Fisto first." She did her best to keep her voice level but she rather wanted to return back to Coruscant. Two days had passed since her vision and they had been long. A form of constant exhaustion coated her body, no matter how soundly she slept. "No, Master Jedi," she nodded slipping past the Kaminoan as one of the clones spoke up. "Madame, there a communication coming from one of the freighters, it's for General Fisto."
"Well then, put me through," the holotable sprung to life and she felt a relieved smile spread across her face, "Bariss."
"Hey, Ara," looking over her friend she noticed nothing amiss, "we're ready to make our jump Master Fisto." The Nautolan nodded saying, "we will see you Padawan Offee." Offering a small smile to Bariss as she bowed to Fisto the hologram disappeared she went to get to work, checking that her sabers were out of view as she headed down the lift. Heading into one of the rooms she came over checking on the clone sitting on the bed in the room, "how is your shoulder Beta?"
He was lucky to be alive, the 312th had been caught in a separatist ambush on Felucia which had been assaulted soon after Ashoka and the others had left the system. "Much better sir, how long 'till I can go back to the front? Rylor's probably still waiting for me." Laying a hand over the wound she ran through her mental archives while reaching out, soothing the discord she could sense. "It might take less time if you would actually get some sleep, and don't try to fool me, lieutenant, it won't work."
She didn't even need the Force or her training to be able to tell that there was a weariness about him, and around an increasing number of the clones in the station. But other than a lack of sleep she couldn't tell what the cause could be, mostly because none of the clones were going to admit anything was wrong, as it would keep them from the front. "Sir?"
He asked and she said, "Aralia, please, all this Sir'ing is going to drive me mad," motioning for him to continue she stepped back meeting the clone's amber-brown eyes, "well, I suppose I'm just impatient to get back to my squadron sir." Sighing she nodded and says, "if your progress remains the same, I should be able to discharge you by the next standard rotation, and if you sleep maybe a little sooner." Ducking out she headed for the center of the complex, typing in the code for one of the isolation rooms she slipped in, and she walked over.
About a week ago she was shocked and saddened to hear that another of the Jedi, Master Naanaa had been killed while in the Outer Rim, and her Padawan a good friend of hers Valus severely injured by General Grievous. He'd been brought to the station, barely alive and now had only just started to recover from his injuries. She'd taken it upon herself to make sure he made it back to the temple, and she had already arranged a transport ship to take him back.
Carefully looking over the healing wound stretching across his chest she hovered her hand over it, letting it come to rest as she sent a wave of strength through him, opening herself to the Force and sucking in a deep breath as a vision flashed through her mind. Four arms, four sabers nothing more than a blur in front of her, and a cold metal faceplate emotionless but emitting a cruel laugh. This was General Grievous, and he'd already been the cause of more than a dozen Jedi's deaths including Nadar Vebb who she missed dearly.
He'd often visited her in the temple before the war had started and she'd become a healer, and him a Commander. She was tired of hearing the name, shortly followed by how tired she was of hearing the name Asajj Ventress and the word sir. Pulling her hand back she blinked, the wound while still not fully so, had mostly sealed, she shook her head and muttered, "you're going insane." Walking over to the small refresher she doused her face, looking up and noticing a streak of pure silver gleaming in her hair. "Get your narir together," she murmured leaving the small room she came back over and covered the wound again, heading back up to the top of the station. Her commlink lit up and with a sigh, she answered, "Padawan Kryze here."
"Sir, you're needed in the command center." Exhaling trying to hide her exasperation she said, "I'll head up there now trooper." Turning off her comm she made her way to the lifts and headed up into the core of the station she briefly let her hair down the tight updo starting to give her a headache. Seeing herself reflected in the glass she saw the dark circles under her eyes, her pale skin, and tired expression. She really wanted to go back to the temple, but her duty was not done, and it seemed like it would never be done so long as the war continued to rage across the galaxy. Pulling up her hair again she walked into the command center, seeing the hologram, "Ashoka?" Coming over she asked, "is something wrong?" Her friend locked eyes with her and even though the hologram she could tell her friend was worried, even afraid.
"Yeah, somethings wrong, Geonosian parasites have infected the crew, until we figure out how to get rid of them, we dare not dock with the medical station." Biting her lip, she felt her worry surge but she managed to ask, "do you know how they got onto the ship?" Ahsoka shook her head, "no, my guess would be they infected the clones while we were on world."
Gripping her shoto saber she said, "alright, try to stay hidden, and I'll try to figure out how to get you and Bariss off the ship, she's still uninfected right?"
"She is, as far as I know, she went to try to turn off the engines." Nodding she said, "find her and hide, and stay safe, ok?"
"Got it," sucking in a breath as the hologram disappeared, she asked, "Master Fisto, do you have any ideas on how to proceed?" The Jedi Master's expression became thoughtful before he said, "I'm not sure, Commander, how far away from the station is the frigate."
The clone pressed a few buttons and a holo-map sprung up, "seventeen parsecs sir, they should be here before the rotation is over." Gnawing on her lip she said, "then we better figure out what to do about this before they get here."