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Zanthia POV
After two weeks, I'd managed to slip into a normal routine. I decided before arriving on Hoth that I would focus myself on honing my healing skills in the Force. I knew how to heal using my gift, of course. It was standard training for all padawans, but I had never taken the time to get truly good at it. Considering the circumstances, healing seemed to be a relatively safe function I could perform and not need to worry much about being forced into a situation which favored either side of the galactic war. As a Jedi, I was honor bound to heal anyone who needed healing, regardless of side.
This also gave me a chance to get to know more of Zero Station's occupants. There were several familiar faces, but those faces were far outnumbered by the unknown ones. Dr. Yonca helped me get acclimated. She became a fast friend, a valuable ally and she didn't mind me hanging around her med-center all day. She seemed fascinated by my healing techniques, asking many questions I was more than happy to answer.
Saganu had his quarters enlarged and arranged so I would be comfortable. It was Hoth, which meant the space was still cold and icy, but I had never required luxury in my accommodations and the space was more than adequate for our needs.
I missed my old life. I'd be lying to myself if I said otherwise, but I was enjoying my new life too. I was slowly learning that just because something was different, didn't mean it was bad, or that what I left behind was bad, either. Overall, I was learning more about myself and was content.
I sat quietly in the medical bay, listening to Yonca explain to a soldier the importance of staying off a sprained ankle while it healed, reading a datapad about recent discoveries in fracture mending. I found I learned a great deal from just observing the Doctor as she worked. Fortunately, she didn't mind being quietly shadowed. I think she was actually enjoying the company. She was also helping me learn the Chiss language, which I found to be a challenge, but I was picking it up quicking, according to the doc.
The PA system clicked to life in the Med Bay, and a hurried voice filled the room.
"Medical emergency in the hanger. Repeat, emergency in the hanger."
The Doc was already grabbing her medical kit and we hurried out the door. Being the only fully trained medical doctor on the station, she was always prepared. Medical emergencies happened on the station, of course, but this was the first one which was announced over the PA system since I had been around. It had to be bad.
We said nothing as we rushed.
When we got to the hanger, I saw a crowd around a load lifter, which had somehow turned over onto its side. I could sense panic coming from the crowd and one distinct mind calling out in pain. As the crowd parted, I could see several men trying to lift the heavy machine off another man, who was pinned under it. Others were trying to organize a second lifter to lift the first off the man.
"Everyone move back." I yelled, amplifying my voice with the Force. People were slow to respond, but Dr. Yonca started yelling it too, physically pulling the men attempting to rescue the injured man out of the way.
"We have to get it off him before you can help, Doc." One man protested.
"Just move back, Prodo." She responded. We had discussed my abilities and I think she knew what I had in mind to do. She was doing her best to get people out of the way. To give me space.
Not wanting to risk the injured man's life any further by waiting and figuring the others would move once I started, I reached out with the Force. Everyone moved several feet back, once they realized they were not the ones moving the machine. I focused in, closing my eyes and allowed the Force to guide my actions.
The load lifter rose slowly into the air, off the pinned man and settled gently several feet away. I sighed, opening my eyes to see everyone looking in my direction. No doubt few of them had ever been close enough to a Force user, Sith or Jedi, to have seen this type of display of power. It was impressive, when witnessed up close and personal. Hearing about such feats just didn't have the same impact.
Saganu rushed over to my side. "Well done, Zan."
I smiled and nodded at the recognition, as Dr. Yonca rushed over to assist the injured man, who was still in pain, but was far less panicked, now that his legs were free.
"Merely using the tools I have at my disposal." I replied. I moved over next to the injured man. I placed a hand on his arm, using the Force to ease a little of his pain. My efforts allowed him to remain still as the Doc looked him over.
"Well, looks like you have a few broken bones in your pelvic region. We'll get you into a tank and you should be fine." Yonca said, reading the scanner in front of her. As she spoke, a medical assistant droid arrived with a hover-stretcher.
I gently assisted with getting the patient onto the bed and watched as they left the hanger, Saganu by my side. Murrn, who was now a lieutenant in the station's defense force, approached us with a look of amazement on his face.
"That was amazing!" He said. "I had no idea you could do stuff like that."
I smiled at man. "The Force is a powerful ally, when used properly. Being a Jedi is more than simply fighting with a lightsaber."
Murrn nodded. "So, how heavy an object can you lift?"
I shrugged. "I've never tested my own skill, but I've seen some of the more powerful of the Order lift whole ships, even bring down the openings of caves and force open heavy blast doors. Multiple Force users combining their power could probably lift something as big as a Star Destroyer."
Murrn stood quietly, considering my words. I had never really thought about it, but I guessed it must be amazing for a non-Force user to witness some of the things we could do with our power. I was so used to seeing and using the Force, I often forgot others weren't as comfortable. It was something to think about when flexing my Force muscles in the future. I was just glad I could help.
To Be Continued...
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