Dreams of the Past

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It was a dark and stormy night. The torrential rains suddenly hit the layers of Coruscant hard, pelting them with billions of gallons of water. The water flowed off of the top layers, hitting the rooftops and pooling down toward the bottom sectors. Deep in the ground itself, near where a large drainage ditch emptied into the sewage filtration systems, a man in tattered rags and bandages slept. His name was, strangely enough, Bandage, after the plethora of bandages and patches covering the majority of his skin. The water trickling down and rushing into the drainage ditch had put him into sleep, but it was perhaps that same duo of sounds that put him into the dream that he was having. It was far away, yet still here on the planet itself........

.........He opened his eyes, and saw no bandages, no scars, but nice, creamy, smooth and well-complexioned skin. And he had hair, a well-kept beard and collar length hair, all professionally trimmed. He wasn't a hideous monster; he was a pretty handsome male human, with a pretty good build for a doctor. That's right, he was still a doctor, though it was hard to tell, for he was clothed in his underwear, waking in his apartment on the higher section. He had dirty blonde hair, and these strange, brownish-red eyes. Stretching, the burn specialist known as Rayth Skorne prepared for a productive day at his offices......

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.......the dream transitions, and Rayth finds himself at his offices, working with his last patient of the day. It is an Imperial officer who took a blaster hit at a close range,. He applies the newest treatment of bacta, slowly injecting some chemicals into his veins. It would heal slowly, but it would hear. Little did the officer know, Rayth knew the person who was wanted for shooting him rather well; well enough, in fact, that he was to meet with him later. This recent meeting had Rayth on edge; at first, all he would do is send supplies and information to the underground Alliance group, but now, with the conflict happening in one of the main buildings yesterday, Rayth would meet and personally treat the victims of the Empire's oppressive forces. This more hands-on role made him jumpy, nervous. The offices seemed warmer than usual, so much warmer that the doctor adjusted his collar and wiped the sweat from his brow, The Imperial officer asked if he was ok, and Rayth jumped at the sound of his voice. His back turned, Rayth didn't expect it, and the authority that it carried frightened him. He replied, saying that he was fine, just fine, and that the room seemed very hot to him. Rayth, for the fourth time today, had the droid adjust the room temperature again. It was already quite cold in there, but Rayth felt hotter still.

After the Imperial officer left, Rayth packed up his belongings quickly, and left the offices in a hurry. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice the single person that would follow him back to his apartment, where Rayth, for the second time today, would take a nice, cold shower, and prepare for the meeting.........

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......The dream shifts again, and the scenes, with a blurred loss of focus, and Rayth finds himself making his way through a crowd. This was where he would meet the Alliance leader of Coruscant. His identity was masked, done so in such a professional manner that his or her own lackeys did not know them. The entity, a powerful voiced one, went by the dubbing 'R.C., probably meaning the Rebel Captain. Soon, Rayth would be face to mask with R.C. for the first, and probably the last time........