Kavar's POV
He felt Lambert lose consciousness and relax into him. The boy fought tooth and nail against him. Lambert fought far better than he had just two weeks ago.
Everyone had been searching for young Lambert a few days ago. They had been used to Lambert leaving for a week or so at a time. However it had been over two weeks since they had seen him. That was when the Council formed a search party.
It had surprised them all to find out that the boy arrived, injured but alive. The fact that he was injured wasnt known to them until they arrived. The injuries werent immediately obvious under the battle armor. It was Revan who first noticed the injuries as Lambert expertly avoided all attempts to calm him.
Kavar had been the first to arrive followed swiftly by Vrook. From what the padawan had said Lambert was confused and aggressive. Confusion would likely get someone hurt. None of them had known that he was injured.
Distracting the boy was an easy enough task as he wrapped Lambert in his Force presence. A technique used by certain members of the Order to calm errant pupils. The Force screamed at him in anguish. Pain, confusion, and anger radiated off the boy. He desperately tried to hide it from Kavar but was utterly unsuccessful.
In his time as a Knight and Master Kavar never came across something like this. It was as if Lambert's very soul was crying out in agony. As if he had been stabbed a thousand times by a lightsaber yet still breathed. How such a thing was possible the Master didnt know. What he did know was that the young man would need a soul healer. Maybe an entire Healing Hall of them to get past that pain.
For now however Kavar needed to distract Lambert away from the less experienced. If someone got hurt because of whatever was going on in the boy's mind he would not be able to forgive himself later. Lambert had a good heart he was just confused right now.
Vrook had taken Kavar's distraction as a perfect time to relieve Lambert of his lightsaber. That had made the battle much easier and safer on both Master and Padawan. While Kavar had spared with the boy on a handful of occasions he did not have the knowledge to safely handle it in lightsaber combat. If anything he might have accidentally severely injured Lambert. Or in turn be injured by him.
A harsh kick to his knee had nearly brought the Master down. It was an unexpected and harsh blow. That was swiftly followed through by a punch meant for his chin. One he barely dodged even with nearly a decade of experience on the boy.
A brief stumbled as if the boy had been unused to his body was what gave him the advantage. Kavar yanked on his arm throwing him off balance before kicking his knee out from under him. Before Lambert could recover their was an arm around his throat cutting off his air supply.
In a panic he tried to push back against Kavar but he couldnt get any leverage. The Jedi Master kept firm pressure there keeping him in the chokehold. Eventually his struggles slowed and Kavar gave an order through the Force to Sleep.
Kavar picked up the young man easily and said, "Alert the Healing Hall that we have a severely wounded padawan. He needs immediate kolto immersion."
A young padawan took off to follow his orders. Lambert was way too light even with his battle armor. It only took a few moments for Kavar to carry the boy to the Healing Halls.
Several Masters in white robes of the Healing Halls. At seeing Lambert there was a muffled curse from the head Master. They took Lambert from him and began to peel away the boy's battle armor. A whimper came from the boy as the top came off.
Zachariah the head of the Hall said with a frown, "This is a prototype armor. Light armor exoskeleton meant to stop blaster fire and vibroblades. They have been testing it against lightsabers and Force Powers. Nothing has been fully tested to be used in battle yet. How did he even get ahold of the prototype?"
Zachariah had black hair on the top of his head. It was cut close to the scalp and he had dark green eyes. Age lines were deep across his face. He was nearly sixty standard years of age. A small scar almost imperceptible under the man's chin. No one knew where it had come from. The healer refused to answer any questions on the subject.
He had been a healer for nearly three decades. Originally he was a guardian of the Order. One of the warriors meant to protect the galaxy. Once upon a time he held a great deal of muscle. Now the muscle was softer. While he could fight he chose not to. Not since the last civil war when Exar Kun tried to kill them or turn them to the dark side. After the war Zachariah had chosen to become a healer.
The question best left for another time. As they peeled away Lambert's tunic they found the different wounds. There was a lightsaber injury to his bicep. The armor likely having saved the boy's arm. Angry red burns from Force Lightning were all over his torso.
Zachariah and Kavar exchanged worried looks. Dark Jedi. There was no other explanation. It made Kavar sick to think someone had tortured the boy. What were they thinking they could get from a young padawan?
Stripping Lambert down to his underclothes they found even more injuries. The took notes of each injury and checked for internal injuries. Unsurprisingly the boy had several fractures and some mild internal bleeding.
Zachariah questioned beginning the healing to take care of the internal bleeding, "Is kolto tank ready? We need to get him in it immediately."
There was a pause before another healer called back an affirmative. Zachariah said picking the boy up, "He's moveable now. We are putting him in the tank."
Kavar and Vrook watched as the boy was gently put in the tank. A mask was secured over his face. Zachariah turned to look at the two masters. Silence filled the air between them.
The medics ignored them now. They were ensuring that nothing else was wrong with the boy. Quiet words were exchanged but neither master paid them any mind.
Vrook questioned after a moment, "What can you tell me, Zachariah? Are there any signs of where he has been the last two weeks?"
Zachariah shook his head as he replied, "Not that I can see. However if that armor is any indication he has been working with a military."
Vrook frowned as he checked over the armor. Both he and Kavar checked it for crests. To find out who had made it or if there was planetary crest. Lambert didn't have any loyalty to a planet. At least that's what they thought.
There wasnt a crest to be found. That was something at least. Kavar sighed. He might not like that Lambert had seen terrors of battle. He was too young for such a thing. At the same time however he knew that what was done was done. He would have the Quartermaster fix the tears.
Vrook demanded, "Alert us when Lambert is brought out of the kolto tank. I do not want him alone at any point in case he is still confused when he wakes up."
"Yes, Master Vrook."
It was three days before Lambert was removed from the tank. Kavar was first on duty to watch the boy. Sedatives and Kavar's persuasion eere wearing off and he could see the eyes moving beneath the lids. Bad dreams most likely.
It took two more days for the boy to wake fully. Once again Kavar was by his side reading a datapad on what they found. It was much but enough to know that Lambert had been in a fight with several dark Jedi.
A groan escaped the boy as he came back to consciousness. Blue eyes slowly opened they were glazed not quite processing his surroundings. Okay show time.
Lambert's POV
What was going on?
This was the first thought that came through his murky mind. The scent of the room spoke of an infirmary. Was he on the Ebon Hawk? Or had the scavengers come to the Temple again? It was unlikely that they would do such a thing. They didnt like him very much to begin with.
A light presence was sitting next to him, most likely Atton. His mind was still too muddled from the sedatives? He wasnt sure. His memories were extensively muddled.
Opening his eyes he was surprised to see an unfamiliar ceiling. It was definitely a building ceiling and not that of the Ebon Hawk.
Uncertainty filled him as he reached out through the Force. Almost immediately he had to close himself back off. Too much noise and light.
What the fuck? It was almost too much. He hadn't been this overwhelmed when he was on Nar Shaddaa. And that planet had many more million people.
Lukas knew that he was for whatever reason he was on Dantooine. The planet was more alive than it had been in years. There were many people both Force Sensitive and not. Too many Force Sensitives he realized.
Lukas tried to sit up frightened but a hand on his shoulder prevented him from rising more than a few inches. A warm tired voice ordered, "Slowly now. You've been asleep for five days. Three of which were in a kolto tank."
That voice... Kavar but how? Memories began to flood back into his murky mind. Going to face the Council. Vrook wanting to cut him off from the Force a second time. Kreia attacking the Jedi.
Everything came back in a rush making his head spin. Lukas began to shake as he collapsed back onto the bed.
Hands touched his shoulders and wild dark blue eyes met the lighter blue eyes of Kavar. The man was speaking but Lukas couldnt hear the words over the roar in his ears. Remembering the excercises that Atton taught him Lukas began to play pazaak in his head.
It took several moment for him to calm his heart rate so that the pounding in his ears was lessened. Kavar was talking to him in soothing quiet tones. The man's presence encased him much like it had when they fought.
In a wobbly voice he questioned, "What happened?"
Kavar frowned as he said, "That's what I was hoping to ask you. You were missing for over two weeks before you suddenly ran into the courtyard and collapsed. When Knight Revan went to check on you, you werent aware and attacked him. Then when I went to stop you, you attacked me."
Lukas had murky memories of this. Rubbing a hand down his face he said, "I was confused Master Kavar. I'm sorry for attacking you."
Sighing the man said, "Its okay Lambert. We just want to understand where you have been. Why you came back with several internal injuries as well as external ones."
Internal injuries? He knew he had been injured by Force Lightning and a lightsaber. Though he wasnt really surprised.
Lukas brushed away the Master's hand as he sat up. New scars littered his body amongst the old ones. There was a carefully hidden wince from Kavar. It seemed the Master still wasnt prepared to see the aftermath of such injuries.
Taking a catalogue of his body he found that he was about 15. At 5 foot 8 inches he had not quite reached his full height. He would gain another five inches in the next two years. On top of that he would fill out gaining muscle both from his extensive training and the war.
"Can I ask where the scars come from?"
Lukas snorted decisively, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. No one would."
Well that wasnt exactly true. Revan might. That man could always tell when he was being lied to. At the same time Revan would probably think Lukas had lost his mind. They knew he had been attacked by a dark jedi. What they didn't know was how that had changed him.
Kreia's betrayal had stung far more than he thought it would. She was supposed to be his ally, his teacher. Instead she simply had used him for her own gains. Now he was stuck in a time he belonged in.
What was he going to do now?
