The Cleanup on the Corellia was not easy. Entire buildings had to be taken down and scrapped. Once again, the medical need was high, and Jessica Sarath was aiding the fight to save more lives. Her partner Malruush continued to aid her as well.

"Lady Sarath...might I inquire as to why the military allowed Imperials to land in the city. Certaintly our defense forces are strong enough to protect us while we are on the offensive?"

"Malruush, for the last time, call me Jessica. Anyway, I don't know how they landed. Something must have happened beyond their control." Her attention turned to a small boy who fell running from a patch of fire. "What kind of bandage would you like, honey?"

"I want a blue one, no wait, a red one!"

"Ferula! "

The incantation caused a mist to come out of her wand and create a red sling for the boy's broken arm.

"There you go, tell your mother that in four days you will be all better, ok?"

"Thank you miss."

The boy walked out the flap of their makeshift hospital clinic. Jessica turned to Malruush and sighed. There were too many people to help and only one magic wand.

"Ah, La....Jessica.... you work well with the children. Do you have any of your own?"

"No, I don't. I'd never have time to be a mother. I'm too busy with the Alliance. I'd be a horrible mother."

"Motherhood is not something learned, Jessica. It is something that emerges."

"Do you have any children, Malruush?"

"I do. My three cubs have all grown up, and mated. They died at the insurrection of Mandala, and their children never contacted me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sure they are ok."

Malruush grunted, and silently continued her work on a Twilek that lost a head tentacle. Jessica turned to leave the room, to file a report to Security Chief Frost on her progress. She left the tent and walked under the makeshift medical base in the middle of Grant Street. Helicopters landed and took off, flying in more injured civilians and soldiers. Crossing the gully made by a crashed TIE, she made her way into the Conglom-O corporation headquarters, which had been converted into a defector communication center with the bridge. Sitting at a computer terminal, she began to type.

There was always commotion in Corellia City. When there was an event going on, or a celebrity touring to visit the soldiers, or even a convention highlighting science fiction movies, people flocked to see what was happening. Today, however, there were no expected events. The damage was so extensive that sections of the city were closed to the public.

Jessica turned to hear the snapping of hover cams' flashes and the rush of the press. Somebody important was here, and the press was all over him. Luke Skywalker walked in the crowded office door, followed by Commander James George and General Kyle Katarn, who were both virtually ignored by the cameras and reporters. Skywalker answered questions, and smiled at patients being rolled away. She frowned in shock. It was a publicity stunt, by the legendary Jedi Master and his cronies.

Katarn and George seemed to mind their own business, Jessica later observed. George did more work than the EMTs did, lifting rubble away from emergency vehicles and piloting the choppers. He seemed shallow, almost depressed.

Later that day, after hours of spell casting and stitch removing, she collapsed on the sofa in the faculty room to recover. She couldn't sleep, only lay there staring at the slow moving ceiling fan, waiting for another emergency to arise. Suddenly, the door opened and Commander George and Katarn walked in. Katarn, who was discussing some sort of fight with George, took a drink out of the cooler unit and left. George however, sat at the table across the room and began to use the computer. She looked his way when the monitor shorted out. He bowed his head in frustration. He obviously had just as bad a day as she had.

She sat up and watched as he took apart the monitor and replaced a part with something he had brought with him. He flipped it over and turned it on, which worked perfectly. Still not smiling, he rubbed his head at his temples and collected his things. Jessica noticed a gash on his right hand after working on the monitor. She called out to him, "Excuse me sir, I can help you with that."

He stopped and turned around, looking at who called him. He saw her, and his concerned look disappeared, replaced with a wondrous stare. He caught himself, putting on a more concerned look and shrugged, saying "I don't think it's that bad ma'am. I'll take care of it myself."

She watched in awe as he passed his hand over the wound, which sealed up and left a light colored scar that still stood out on his Italian tanned skin. This man was no ordinary muggle, the term witches and wizards used for non-magic humans. He definitely was unique.

He saw the wonder in her eyes and casually told her of how he learned to heal himself.

"I was on a trip to the planet Tattoine when a troop of Tusken Raiders rampaged through the spaceport where we docked. After helping the citizens fight them off, one old man approached me in gratitude and gave me this."

He held out a small blue pulsating gem, which hung around his neck, underneath his dog tags.

"It is part of a legendary artifact known as the Zeo Crystal. The shard you see here is all that remained of the one he found on Tattoine. By using its powder to heal my wounds form the sand people, he allowed it to enter my bloodstream. By mistake, he overdosed me, but the overdose was a blessing in disguise. It gave me the ability to heal myself slowly overtime. Comes in handy in combat."

"I'll bet. Ive never heard of the Zeo crystal. Sounds like an easy way to avoid the doctor."

He pulled his head back in caution, "Why do you say that."
"Well, being a part of the medical staff has led me to learn that those of you with special abilities don't like to be studied."

Helooked down, not answering, and when he looked back up she had her hand extended with a smile.

"I'm Jessica Sarath, Chief medical Officer in the city recovery."

He seemed hesitant to shake her hand, but did so anyway. "I'm Commander George, thank you for your concern, Ma'am."

"It's my job. And please Commander, call me Jessica, I'm not good with formalities."

He smiled, shyly, saying, "Thank you, Jessica. And forget the ranking, call me Jim."