Fast forward of arrival

Tigris made the strange order for Kanan to let go of his sight for the time being, and when he landed it was not in his hangar, but instead in a nearby clearing and all the Quiverans departed back to the club while we stayed on the ship to wait for some Quiveran medic named Airmed

. Once she arrived, Tiger flew us into his hangar, where the ghost and a new arrival, a small green and white transport vessel, waited for us.

Henri POV

It wasn't long after we landed and ran into the club that dad, I mean Tiger's dad Jack landed the small transport in the far corner of docking bay 13 leaving more than enough room for Veronica to land. I watched as Airmed, the powerful healer walked out of the transport first, her long faun cloak draped across her shoulders, and a crown of golden leaves, sapphires, and emeralds pushed back her dusty blonde hair. Unlike most of us, her armor was light and airy, made of Quiveran silk dyed a pale green with gold embroidery and a thick fabric belt with vials with contents of all sorts of energies, herbs, and potions tied on by strings. Her young sparrow, still going by her real name, Salimah tagged close behind, her green harem pants still too large for the 12-year-old's frame kept slipping as she helped her guide carry medical supplies.

"It's a great honor to greet such a powerful mystic, Miss Airmed!" I shouted out to our arriving guest. "And Salimah, how's your training going? I hear you are studying espionage lately." the young girl smiled at me and pulled up her pants some more in response.

"Thank you, dear Henri, and my little sparrow here is growing up so quick! You better keep practicing or else she may better you in your specialty. On that note, have you chosen your path yet?" the older conversed with me.

"I don't know, I mean, I haven't even picked my stage-name yet" I answered, grabbing some of the supplies off of Salimah to lessen her heavy-ish load.

The healer let out a soft chuckle, "Don't worry too hard about that child, you have half a year to decide, longer if you choose not to join a team." She reassured me.

Dad, I mean Jack, no. Mr. Moon, stepped out of the transport at last,he was in mostly civilian clothes, a light yellow tee, pleather jacket, and a rapier with a large gold stone on the hilt bounced in its sheath against his dark jeans, other than the steel arm guards and metal half-face mask that left the scarlet tattoos on his cheeks exposed. He was helping too, using the force to carry a few bags. Airmed had corrected his energies years ago so aura no longer affected him when they were both just sparrows like me and Salimah.

He's still too recognizable, I thought as we left the docking bay and made a beeline to the club's med center. Once we got mostly set up I called Tiger to tell him to come, before pulling Mr. Moon aside.

"Sir? We need to do something to hide you a little bit better disguised, I mean, you did hunt them across the Galaxy."

"Oh really? I guess you're right kiddo, this face is too amazing to forget. Work your magic on me" The golden eyed Pau'an laughed.

(In the club's Medical center, a bit later)

3rd person POV

Kanan was sitting on one of the cots doing his best not to use the force, which meant for him to sit still, completely disconnected from the galaxy as he knew it. He could feel the smooth fabric of the cot's sheet, hear the light coughing of the girl a couple beds over and the whispers of passerby and his crew in the hall, but his world was dark and formless. The Jedi realized had become more reliant of the force than he had even thought possible now that he was consciously avoiding using it. It felt like losing his sight all over again and he feared this too might be permanent.

When the medic first came in she was grim about his condition, from her analysis the damage was almost to the point of him losing parts of his sensitivity, in this case, it was his precognition. Airmed had left for a minute to collect a final ingredient that Tigris had in the altar room of his ship, and Mr. Moon was out in the hall trying to convince the ghost crew that although the fix was going to help repair his force signature, It is painful, dangerous, and a secret that if told could earn them the wrath of the Empire and more on everyone involved.

The crew had stumbled into another dimension of energies and mystics that could do things Jedi and Sith never dreamed of, one that although the higher-ups of the Empire knew of, it would be destroyed if they became public. The Quivera knew helping these rebels could lead to another 'Order 66' situation, yet Jack for some reason insisted on helping even after Tigris felt they were risking too much. After some arguing everyone, including the recently returned Airmed, agreed to proceed under the requirement that what happened here would never become known to the rebellion at any cost.

With Airmed and Mr. Jack Moon standing at his head, Kanan was laying on a cot in the center of a private room, the Jedi had been changed into a strange white robe of Quiveran silk with intricate iridescent strips of a 'sacred' fabric woven in, and a ring of gems, milky quartz, ruby, sugilite, sapphire, emerald, and gaspeite, together the gems carved into 3 sided pyramids, formed a circular rainbow missing orange and indigo with the addition of white in the center. The Healer pulled a swirling orb of energy out of Kanan's and Jack's chests through the Quartz causing both men to wince in pain. She flicked her wrists sending a spew of opalescent energy across the room like glitter, she began to sing in the odd language the others had used in making their potions hours earlier. As her voice rose the energies of the two orbs merged then formed into a thickly edged saucer, the song continued yet evened in volume and tempo as it began pulling energy out of the force sensitives before splitting into 5 colors and returning to Kanan's body through their matching stones. Although beautiful the two men struggled to hide their agony, for when energy is forcefully removed from the body it feels as if the flesh and bones surrounding are being pulled through the skin. After what felt like hours the jewels sunk into his skin causing the iridescent fabric to glow as the effects of the spell spread thought Kanan's body.

Jack fell to his knees once the last drop of light returned to the Jedi's body.

"Less painful than I thought it was going to be" he joked, now plopped on the floor with loosely crossed legs.

"I've gotten better since I first tried this on you, my friend," Airmed sassed back as she helped Kanan sit up.

The Jedi groaned before recomposing himself, "Now that we're all done here, help me find my Padawan."