Chapter 6

Trinaba Daymolly was reading over the chart of her most recent patient. Trinaba was one of the few human doctors remaining on Bothwui. Most of her colleagues had been replaced by machines and droids. She, however, had been kept aboard the medical staff. She was a sort of short and petite woman. She had dark brown hair that went to her shoulders. She had big bluish green eyes. She looked as if she had spent a lot of time outside. She appeared to be middle aged.

As she looked at the charts, a cleaning droid rolled by. This patient was to go to the bacta tanks today. She had felt awfully sorry for him. He had come about two a day ago and had no identification on him. He had been unconscious the past two weeks. There had been a building in the main city that had been set on fire and a few land speeder wrecks and those patients needed the bacta more than him. She hopes that he would be alright. He looked as if he had been beaten up fairly badly. He had looked sort of familiar but with the swelling of the face she could not be sure.

"Dr. Daymolly, we are ready to have the patient transferred down stairs to the bacta tanks." said the droid.

"Thank you. Please inform me when he has returned," she replied. She hoped that maybe after a few hours in the bacta tank she could get some information from him or at least be able to get his finger prints. Trinaba headed to the lounge, where she hoped to be able to rest.

"Hey Han," Luke called from outside Han's sleeping quarter's door. "I sent out a request to all the hospitals and police stations on Bothwui. I asked if any of them had someone that had no memory or could not reveal their name."

Luke had woken Han up, so he was a little upset. Han put his pants and shirt on and went to the door. He keyed the door open. "Yeah, and what did you find out."

"It's not that good but it's a start. There were 36 people that fit that category. I went through and eliminated the females and those in jails. There were 12."

"Did you contact those 12 places?"

"Yeah, they are going to send me as much information as they can legally give me. I sent about four to Karrde and Tendra. So we need to be able to receive messages from the planet."

Han knew that but was too tired to come up with a quick comment. Han hadn't been sleeping well. He had been having nightmares about something bad happening to Lando. Lando had done him wrong once or twice but he was his friend. It had been a week since they had left. He hated not having Leia and the kids with him. They had decided to sit in orbit for a day or two. Karrde and Tendra had already landed on the other side of the planet.

"Han, he's going to be okay." Luke could tell what Han was thinking from the look on his face. It had been the same look he had had before they left. One of worry and concern, and it was understandable. Luke hoped that if he would be able to lift Han's spirits, but it wasn't working too well. Luke knew that Han was beginning to feel lonely without Leia. Luke knew that feeling of loneliness pretty well. This time was different he had something to look forward to coming home to.

Luke would push her from his mind during the day. He would use the force to concentrate on whatever it was he was to do. At night, though, thoughts of her filled his head, and his dreams. Some dreams good and some bad, none, however, force visions. He missed her, terribly.

Luke and Han walked toward the cockpit. Chewie was already in there, in his co-pilot seat. He growled a hello and a good night. Han would sleep and Chewie would stay up and vise versa. Han being up meant sleep for the wookie. A cranky wookie was something neither of them want to see or deal with. Chewie walked out of the cockpit. Han sat in his usual seat and looked over everything. There was a beep on the control board.

Luke typed in the code to receive the message. It was a late entry to his request. It was from a hospital in the capital city. This one was obviously a step ahead. It had already provided a description of the patient and the name of his doctor.

"It's out of the way but maybe we should check it out." Han said after reading the report himself. "I doubt this is it but who knows. We can make a few stops at some of the other hospitals on the way there."

"It sounds like a plan to me. I'll send a message to Tendra and Karrde." Luke said.

Tendra sat quietly in her quarters. She thought of how much she missed Lando. For the past week all she could think about was that day when they had met. It seemed so long ago but yet almost like it was yesterday. She wished that he was with her but then if he had been she never would have been here.

Tendra thought much about that last conversation that Lando and her had had. It was not pleasant. Things were said, things that might not be forgivable. She wondered only the last few days had Lando done this to punish her. She hoped not, if it was, it was working.

Things had been rough between the two of them lately. She worried he was not liking his responsibility, that he had given himself, to her. Lando usually thought of himself first and it was one thing Tendra was still trying to get use to. She had wanted to come with him but he refused her. He had done this a few other times as well. She knew it would be hard for Lando to try to tie himself down. She kept thinking; is he planning on leaving? Is this his way of letting me know? The thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Tendra?" Karrde was standing outside of the door.

She calmed her voice, "Yes?"

"I just received word from Han and Luke. They sent us a few place to look for him. They have some too." Karrde could hear that she had been crying. He could tell she was trying to hide it and decided not to let her know that she had failed. "We'll be landing in an hour. I just thought you should know."

"Thank you." Tendra was barely able to get out without her voice cracking. She had never noticed how emotional she could get. Leave it to Lando to make me find out all kinds of new stuff about myself. They had an hour before they were to land maybe she could get a little bit of sleep. Sleep, only a dream.

"Dr. Daymolly, patient 236 is back in his room and is conscious." The droid said into the dark lounge.

"Um, thank you," she replied sleepily. She had fallen asleep again. It had been happening more and more. If I don't want to get replaced by some droid I need to be working when I'm here. She hated that she had been slacking off.

Trinaba got up from the couch and turned on the light. She ran her hand threw her hair and rubbed her eyes. She straitened her jacket and walked out of the lounge. She walked down the hall, looking around to make sure everything had been running smoothly. She walked to the door of room 254. She picked up the chart and walked into the room.

The man had been in the bacta tank for quite some time. He did look considerably better. The swelling was mostly gone. He seemed alert as well.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Daymolly. Do you know where you're at?"

"A hospital, considering your a doctor," the man replied.

He's alert all right and already trying to act smart. "I'm afraid that when you were brought in you held no identification and I need some information."

"Dr. Daymolly, I will answer any question you wish but I must send a transmission back home. It is vital that I do." The man seemed distressed. "I need it sent to Corusant. A friend there can come and get me as well as my ship."

"I'm afraid, information first. Now, what is your name?"

"Lando Calrissian."

"That name sounds familiar."

Lando sighed, "I use to work with the Republic."

"Okay, so who do you want to send word to?" If he had really worked for the Republic, she could pull up his information from just his name. Republic? "Wait. Would Jedi Skywalker be looking for you?'

"Yes. Why?" Lando was clearly confused. "How long have I been here?"

"We had received a message from Jedi Master Skywalker. He said he was looking for a friend and requested any information if we had patients that we didn't know names to. I sent him a brief description of you and a few other patients. There hasn't been any reply yet. You sound surprised that your friend would look for you after you had been missing for three weeks."

"Three weeks?" Lando had thought, maybe a day or two. Three weeks was a long time. "Do you have a private center that I could send a message?"

"I'm afraid not. I am about to send Jedi Skywalker a message, I can include something if you wish."

"Please? Would you tell him to let Tendra know that I'm okay and that I'm sorry?"

"I think I can do that. I'll be back." Trinaba got up from the chair she had been sitting in and walked to the door. She returned the chart to its slot on the wall beside the door and left to make the call.