When Mliss walked into the first emergency medical room, she wanted more than anything to run in and help him. No, she steeled herself, I need viable proof. The Trooper was lying still on the single bed in the centre of the room. Walking closer, she saw his face was pale and sallow; obviously, he hadn't been eating enough. His eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were knit together tightly. Reaching out, Mliss could tell he was conscious.

"Trooper, "Mliss gently prompted. He stirred slowly, then opened his eyes. At first, they were unfocused, but soon they cleared.

"General, "The soldier managed while attempting a slight smile. He had after all been told she could fix this mess.

Mliss reached out with her hand and said with a slight smile, "Don't tell Nala Su I did this."

The soldiers eyes widened slightly, as a warm, lovely feeling filled him. Blinking quickly he grinned as his pain eased, making it clearer to think.

"So what's your name Trooper?" Mliss asked, while preparing the remedy.

"Rack."

"How are you doing Rack?"

"I've been better, I'm afraid Ma'am."

"I have good news; I believe I've found a way to help you and all your brothers."

"Already?"

Shaking her head, Mliss replied, "You wouldn't believe how many people have asked me this, but yes. If you wouldn't mind too terribly your going to be my test subject."

"What are the chances of it working?"

"83.5% chance of succeeding."

"What about the other 16.5%?" He asked, slightly alarmed.

"That refers to the per cent in which it does not aid there healing."

"Will it harm them?"

"Not horribly."

"General, you are a terrible liar." Rack said with a disapproving shake of his head. Before Reck could fully realize it, the substance was injected into his bloodstream. Determined to forget the 16.5% he continued talking to the Jedi Master.

"How did you know that the virus would be cured by this?"

"I've travelled all over the galaxy finding and curing viruses. My Master also studied all manner of ailments."

Confused, Reck cocked his head, "How could you manage that with being in the Jedi order?"

Well placed question, Mliss thought with a smile. "I wasn't in the order until about 5 years ago. My Master trained me elsewhere in the arts of war."

"The arts of war?"

"Yup, battle tactics and strategies. Training methods and tools commonly used. As I am a healer, biological warfare also." With barely a pause, she continued." Are you feeling better?"

A delightfully shocked expression, played over his face and a small smile touched his lips.

"It worked! I-I feel better!" Already a small bit of light was playing in his eyes. Mliss bet he had a wicked sense of humour on brakes.

"How many other Troopers are in critical condition?"

Rack's face fell a bit, "One other. A Clone Trooper."

Leaving the room, Mliss felt the presence of the Head Medic outside the door. Sure enough Nala Su was outside, awaiting her report.

"The cure was a success, Rack is the proof. I will take care of the other critically conditioned Clones."

Suspicion was radiating off Nala." How, may I ask, did you get the solution so quickly?"

Anxious to get back to her patients, she replied hurriedly," There's a machine in my medical lab that can do 10 doses per minute. To make the process of helping every Clone quicker, you are free to remove it from my ship and use it in a lab."

All previous thoughts Nala had faded at the prospect of new technology to study. Nodding her farewell, Nala disappeared down the corridor. Mliss hastened down to the bright white door, to the next Clone Troopers room. Finally, she thought, I can get back to my patients.

Siccitas

Our opportunity has been lost. Plank had hoped his first mission would go better than this.

"Cave in the entrance," Plank ordered, scowling. Crusher smiled at the prospect of destroying the stone wall. Lifting his twin large rotator weapons, a whirr of plasma-bolts burst forth to break apart the rock arch. Dust particles recovered the inside of the cave.

After destroying over 100 droids, their resources were wearing dangerously low. They had about 3 days of food and water left, and 100 droids worth of ammo.

"So, what now?" Sly asked quite antsy.

"I wish I didn't have to say this, but we need some help. We're going to have to call Mliss, then wait until she arrives." Plank sighed defeated.

Snipe snagged the more comfy corner of the cave and stated, almost contently, "And now, we wait."