Mind over matter. [Open]

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It was a sunny day in the city of Tyrena. The place was always busy as it was a sort of tourist trap for the planet Corellia. It was because of this the Gray Jedi, Red Connor, had set up shop here. It was a busy place and one could simple vanish in the confusion of the city. Even so, he was known by many of the natives. For the past year Red had set up and maintained his own medical ward. His ward had Bacta tank and a 2-1B surgical droid. Although he was not a doctor himself, he would use the force to help patients out. On occasions he even used the force to bend others minds, to help out a marriage, to cure someone of their fears, or even to make them more confidant. There were many who would argue that Red Connor was a good man who helped all that he came across. Still there were many who feared him and refused to even get near his clinic. There were rumors of patients that never came out and instead vanished into thin air. Some say he collected these poor souls, completely brain washing them to do his bidding. Others believed he ran a chop shop and would harvest patient’s organs. No one knew the truth surrounding this Jedi and he did not help in the least. When asked about these rumors by anyone he would simply tell them that he would not respond to such accusation.

On this particular day the clinic had been quite busy. It seemed everyone was in need of some form of care or the other. He was digging around in the head of a young Drall male. He was having nightmares that would keep him from sleeping. Red was digging through this male’s mind trying to find the cause of such a dreams. He would have no such luck as two 501-Z police droid burst through his door, completely destroying his concentration and caused him to backlash the Drall’s mind, causing him to scream in pain. “Oh bloody hell. I do not have time for this. My next patient is coming in any minute now.” Red said annoyed as he pulled out his two lightsabers, ready to meet any who would try and arrest him.

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Well, in reality, it was a few police droids. But, it was more like carcasses of a droid than anything. Poor Koa. He didn't mean to, honestly. When the droid confronted him on his way back to the forest where his farm was, he panicked. After all, the CIS were everywhere and they could want him back. Something in his fragile mind snapped. Next thing you knew, his brand new steel plow(which had a special vibrating function to cut through things easier) was literally plowing through the droid's neck.

He couldn't help it. His damaged psyche let him think that this droid was the enemy. His plow forgotten on the ground, he used a classic ducking move to dodge the droid's flailing limbs. His next move was hoisting the robot over his shoulder and throwing the other droid into a large door, the other one following after. He himself jumped in and started bashing the already dimmed circuitry with a chunk of the broken door. Then, the Twi'lek's ears caught the sound of a flashing bolt,as if someone shot a gun, but the light didn't go anywhere. And then the humming as the air was carved around it. Two of these objects. Lightsabers.

He held on to his piece of door and back away into the shadow, hiding. The CIS had sent a Sith and he knew there would be no surviving that. So, he simply broke down into sobs. They were going to make him do it again. He didn't want to. Not after seeing that boy's face. He gripped his head in his hands. The hum came closer. Here it came. EIther life serving death, or death itself. Both options not sounding the best.

The clone was still crying as Red walked into the room.