Niil watched as the senators, Collan, Keshani and the blind Jedi boarded Ch'lana's ship and gave them a final wave. A faint hiss-thunk signified that the airlocks had closed, and a few moments later a minute tremor passed through the Rogue Shadow. Magnetic clamps released, so we'll be off soon, Niil mused. The sudden silence of the ship struck him, and left him alone with his own thoughts. Ch'lana's death was still very fresh in his mind, and again he refrained from smacking his fist against the bulkhead. Tax and Nim's grievous injuries also tore at him, and he turned his head to where they were. Trax, lying on a table, was clearly unconscious, but his body was coated in a light sheen of sweat. A good thing PROXY gave him strong anesthetics, Niil thought. If not, Trax would have likely died on his feet standing by Nim's side.
The droid was just finishing some adjustments on the bacta tank that Nim was floating in, and turned to regard Niil with what could best be described as a reproving look. Niil grinned, and held up his hands in supplication. "I said I'd behave, PROXY. I just wanted to make sure everyone was safe before I let myself get some rest." His face creased in worry. "How are Nim and Trax?"
PROXY came over to Niil's bedside, and replied, "Miss Naja's wounds are serious, but she was brought to me in time. I expect she will make a full recovery."
Niil held up a hand with a smile. "So if she follows the regimen, she will recover fully?"
PROXY nodded. "That is correct."
Niil breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the Force. And of course you, PROXY. I take it that Trax is in similar straits?"
Niil swore that PROXY let out a faint sigh. "Mister Trax's abdominal wound was not as severe as that of Nim's."
He hesitated for a moment as he looked at Trax, and he peered closer at the man's sheathed arm. "PROXY, do you know what happened to Trax's arm? I saw that he had it covered up when we first met in the Horuz system."
Proxy nodded. "On Corellia, Trax's right arm was amputated just below the elbow. I replaced it with a mechanical prosthesis."
On Corellia? That's where the senators were captured by the Empire, weren't they? PROXY's voice brought Niil out of his thoughts. "Master Spaar? I would highly recommend that you let me administer a sedative and a pain dampener now. Your injuries are also severe."
Niil shook his head. "One moment, PROXY. I'm going to attempt a Jedi healing technique first. If it works, my injuries will start to heal at a faster rate, which means that you can focus more on Nim and Trax. After that, I'm going to put myself into a Jedi hibernation trance. My vital signs will drop drastically, but that's to be expected. Maybe one or two heartbeats per minute. It will ease the strain on the Rogue Shadow's life support systems. If you need to bring me out of the trance - or when Trax regains consciousness - simply say to me, 'Niil, time to wake up.'"
PROXY hesitated, then reluctantly agreed. The droid was no stranger to the odd ways and powers of the Jedi.
Niil smiled faintly. "Thanks, PROXY. Time for me to see if I can do something about this damned lightsaber slash . . ."
OOC: Niil will clear his mind first, then he'll go for Accelerate Healing (augmented by Concentrate if it's allowed). Once he does that, he'll slip into a Hibernation Trance. I'll wait until PROXY wakes me up (I'm guessing that will be when Trax wakes up and is coherent), and then Niil will want to talk to Trax.
