Daen C'allyx
Nov 25th, 2003, 01:05:17 PM
He had never been very good at independant research. There was just too much information out there waiting to be found. At the order on Almania Daen C'allyx had had a vague sense of how the archives were arranged. But now, in an unfamiliar temple, the boy was having tremendous difficulty.
Since his arrival on Coruscant Daen's appearance had mproved. He had gained five or six pounds, which wasn't a lot but showed on his wasted frame. His dark hair had stopped growing in patches and didn't look so very moth-eaten. Slowly the young man was growing used to having sight in only one eye though it was sometimes a strain and he was still sensitive to light. It wasn't these improvements that he noticed though.
What bothered Daen C'allyx was that his memory was still ost.
Not all of it, which was the odd thing. Just the banks of his training were missing. It had been almost a year since his retrieval from a violent hostage situation, and yet the condition still persisted. It was frustrating. He wanted to know what was wrong. Certainly he knew that insomnia and trauma were not helping the situation, but after so long shouldn't there have been some improvement...?
So now he was in the archives of the Greater Jedi Order, trying to find some kind of information specific to his grade of memory loss. It was not going well.
Daen skimmed over one of the many records he'd pulled, absently tracing the raised, curving scar that arked from his face down to his adams apple. After another minute he sised loudly. The info was much the same as everything else he'd read, dealing with accounts of generic memory loss.
Daen rose and gathered up the stacks he'd compiled. The boy hobbled along, the limp caused by a long since torn muscle. He was lost in thought, trying to assemble a logical course of action. And then a burning, and his knee buckled sending Daen crashing to the floor. He hit the ground with a thud, sending the files skittering across the tiles. With a short bark of frustratin Daen pushed himself to his knees and looked around at the mess.
"Frell!"
Since his arrival on Coruscant Daen's appearance had mproved. He had gained five or six pounds, which wasn't a lot but showed on his wasted frame. His dark hair had stopped growing in patches and didn't look so very moth-eaten. Slowly the young man was growing used to having sight in only one eye though it was sometimes a strain and he was still sensitive to light. It wasn't these improvements that he noticed though.
What bothered Daen C'allyx was that his memory was still ost.
Not all of it, which was the odd thing. Just the banks of his training were missing. It had been almost a year since his retrieval from a violent hostage situation, and yet the condition still persisted. It was frustrating. He wanted to know what was wrong. Certainly he knew that insomnia and trauma were not helping the situation, but after so long shouldn't there have been some improvement...?
So now he was in the archives of the Greater Jedi Order, trying to find some kind of information specific to his grade of memory loss. It was not going well.
Daen skimmed over one of the many records he'd pulled, absently tracing the raised, curving scar that arked from his face down to his adams apple. After another minute he sised loudly. The info was much the same as everything else he'd read, dealing with accounts of generic memory loss.
Daen rose and gathered up the stacks he'd compiled. The boy hobbled along, the limp caused by a long since torn muscle. He was lost in thought, trying to assemble a logical course of action. And then a burning, and his knee buckled sending Daen crashing to the floor. He hit the ground with a thud, sending the files skittering across the tiles. With a short bark of frustratin Daen pushed himself to his knees and looked around at the mess.
"Frell!"