Note: This one is shortly after the pickup of Ventress
Alec grinned as he tossed the datapad aside.
For some force forsaken reason, Rex had put him in charge of the Jedi they picked up until she woke up.
Part of the reason was that he, supposedly, could have become a Jedi in his own right.
He'd known for a long time that he'd never be a jedi, no matter what the masters had said.
Hell, he'd been a Padawan for a full two weeks before getting shipped off to the medical corps.
Of course, the fact that his supposed master had said he needed to learn to empathize with people other than those he trusted, not that demoting him and sending him off to a backwater world did much about that anyway.
The Jedi healer had decided that when he'd discovered that for every way to heal someone, at least with the force, there were ways to reverse it with the same technique. His willingness to use those techniques that way were part of the reason he'd ended up without a master then.
They'd been sent to a small world and had been helping the sick when someone held the clinic hostage with his master inside before taking her hostage at blaster point and the threat of planted bombs.
Thankfully, he'd been elsewhere and thus could do something about it.
Lightsabers had never been his strong suit, and he'd always figured that it would be much better to use a blaster and wear some armor or get ahold of a shield than learn how to deflect blaster bolts back at the shooter and there were better ways to eliminate foes without either.
Windu had been teaching the various forms when he'd asked the class about what Alec had later learned was supposed to be "Form 0", not that he'd known that at the time, and had answered the question about not drawing a lightsaber as a positive because in any fight you should have taken steps to incapacitate your foe before they got into melee reach.
But more to the point, he had ended up doing several things that his master would never have approved of.
He'd been asked by the local police forces to aid in the rescue operations and had quickly agreed to it.
One of the people responsible had been injured in the taking of the hostages, and Alec had dutifully healed him.
However, then he'd decided to interrogate the man himself, making the bastard watch as the blaster burns were allowed to return with an agonizing slowness while he mentioned the hundreds of healing techniques learned over the course of his training...and the fact that each could easily cause the same effects if used in reverse.
The man had caved in minutes.
Requisitioning a rifle, he'd taken up position blocks away and used the force to find those who had taken the hostages within the building they were using and started shooting.
Killing never bothered him, at least as long as there was a reason for it.
No purpose in senseless deaths.
Rescue of someone connected to him was his first goal, but his master didn't see it that way when he walked into the building to let the hostages out. Some poodoo about how he was to attached to her.
Personally, he had never really wanted to be a jedi to begin with, but the choice to join the order had been made for him.
Someday, Alec would like to find his parents and, just once, look into their eyes and ask why they abandoned him to the jedi.
It wasn't that he hated the jedi, far from it, they served their purpose and he hated hearing what had happened to them.
But he could never agree with the philosophy they'd tried to cram down his throats.
What's the point of living if you cannot feel alive?
But he'd abandoned the Medicorps when the war came tot he mudball they'd sent him to, and had found a family of his own there in the Commando survivors.
A fluctuation in the force drew his attention before a chime warned him of the change in breathing patterns asthe girl Rex brought from the surface of Ryloth started to wake up.
He grinned as her eyes opened and flickered in the dim light of the medbay.
"Morning."