Close to Death....

[Clay Dennatta]

Ulic Dennatta's Ship landed on one of the many landing bays in the GJO Medical crews rushed to Clay who was laying close to the main hatch. They threw him on a stretcher and shipped him off to his room and threw him in a bacta tank. He had many cuts and bruises and a few broken ribs. But he would servive. He had gone through worse and the cuts would turn into more scars for his already big collection.

Clay spent many hours in the tank and finnally came out. He wasn't fully recovered but he hated the tanks. So he would fight through the pain and heal on his own. He was in alot of pain. It was hard to breath and he kept going in and out of consiousness. For now he just layed in his bed with wires hooked to him and many tubes going in and out of his lungs and throat to help him breath.

Clay only hoped Ulic would make it out alive. He had faith in his brother but knew Cherice was one bad lady. She was skilled in the arts of the SIth and Ulic had not used any of his skills for over 4 years now. He was out of practice and Clay had a feeling things weren't going good for him....

[Wei Wu Wei]

Wei smelled bacta while walking down the hall.

"A bacta tank? In someone's room? I don't believe it." Wei found the door unlocked and with an abruptness uncharacteristic to the Padawan, walked right in. A man with red hair was laying on his bed, seemingly only half conscious.

"Out of the tank? I suppose you don't like bacta baths. Well, if you hold on for a little while, and have patience, I can help you out."

Wei offered his hand to shake. "My name is Wei Wu Wei."

[Clay Dennatta]

Clay looked up at him. But what he saw was mostly blurry. Everytime he moved his eye a little things started to shake around like a man on crack. The good thing was he heard everything the man said clearly, despite the fact he wasn't able to see him that well. Clay tried to raise his hand but found it to no avail. So he just began to talk. But it was talking through the force seeing as how their was a frellin tube shoved down his throat...

Pleasure to meet you Wei Wu Wei. Sorry I can't return the shake. Kind of preocupied with living as you can see.

Clay started to fade away again into his own litle world. His fades from conciousness to unconciousness were farther apart know, letting him know he was getting better, but they were still evident.

Please forgive me if i just stop listening and talking. My brain isn't likeing me too much at the moment.

[Wei Wu Wei]

Wei shrugged. "Well, I'm here to help."

Wei knelt down by the bed and held his hands over Clay's head and chest.

"Feel free to go to sleep. It won't affect the process at all."

Wei shut his eyes and slipped into the Force as though he were sinking into a pool of cool water. Wei began reaching out with his mind, searching for Clay's chi.

[Cherice St_Hilare]

".. And I want you to give this present to Clay Dennatta," she said, holding out a wrapped box to Naj. After he took it, Cherice grinned inwardly. She hadn't even waited for Clay to recover from their little encounter - and no doubt he had to pay a visit to the med bay !

Right now they in Naj's ship which had been landed in a dock near the Jedi Order. It was daytime and Coruscant's weather was lovely outside. Walking over to one of the ship's windows, she opened it up, allowing the air to circulate.

"Any questions ?"

[Naj Arilov]

"ive got all I need, Master..."

Naj's voice came across in an almost suave tone. Over the course of the trip, the Chiss/human had discussed at length what Naj was to do today, and the task was an honor for the youthful apprentice to undertake.

Before they had set out from Koros, Naj had made some special preparation. The observation room, though already elegant, had been rearranged slightly, with the issue of comfort being taken into greater consideration. Cherice was to travel in luxory while in Naj's presence.

Naj's eyes flared slightly as he stepped out of the ship into the brisk Coruscant day. The smell of smog was almost unnoticeable in the weather, and was actually quite pleasant.

The walk was fairly brief, as Naj came upon the entrance to the Jedi Living Quarters, as per the directions Cherice had given him. As he walked into the entrance, he put on his best boy scout look and strolled up to the desk, his overall demeanor made it look as if he were there to sell raffle tickets.

"Hello, Im looking for an occupant here." Naj spoke politely to the lady at the desk.

"I have a package for him, his name is Clay Dennatta."

Naj kept a warm smile on his face and waited for the person behind the desk to direct him to Clay's room.

[Clay Dennatta]

The receptionist looked at him, then at her screen and put Clay's name in. She looked over the list and found his name.

Receptionist: Yes he is on level 4, section 5, room 13.

[Wei Wu Wei]

Wei was slowly but steadily healing Clay's wounds, when he felt a small disturbance. The young padawan immediately cut off his link with Clay, so as not to accidentally cause Clay more harm.

Wei shook his head to get rid of the feeling, then picked up where he left off.

[Naj Arilov]

Naj thanked the receptionist and made his way out of the lobby. He kept his head high and his eyes set forward as he walked, no use attracting too much attention...not just yet. After taking the lift to level 4, he found section 5 and started counting the room numbers til he got to number 13.

Naj let out a slight sigh and knocked on the door, his smile from downstairs still beaming across his face.

[Clay Dennatta]

As Wei found Clay's chi he could feel and hear the gentle breeze of the praires of Onderon. So peaceful, yet it feels so dangerous.The sense of gigantic beasts could be felt as they flew around. Their wings creating gigantic gusts of wind as they gracefully soared through the gentle summers air. Clay was almost asleep when a knock came at the door.

Clay opened his eyes suddenely and pressed a button on the control not more than a few centimeters from where his hand rested. The door slid open

" Come in. "

[Wei Wu Wei]

Wei had stopped for a second when Clay's hand suddenly moved. The Padawan had been at the healing process for a good couple of hours: he was getting to be pretty tired. So Wei decided to take a break and let Clay deal with his visitor, while Wei went to the refresher.

[Naj Arilov]

Naj stepped into the room, box in tow. He smiled and bowed toward Clay and Wei, who was exiting the room. Everything was going as well as possible. Naj had been able to get the box to Clay's room without drawing suspition, and now he was going to be alone with the Jedi.

"Good day Mr. Dennatta, it's good to see you are getting better. I witnessed your battle with that woman on Tatooine. You and your brother did us a great service by dealing with her as you did."

[Clay Dennatta]

" And who may are ask are 'us'? "

[Naj Arilov]

"Us? Oh, just general retort."

Naj smiled down at Clay, who was obviously getting a tad suspitious.

"Here, I brought you a gift."

[Wei Wu Wei]

Wei was washing his hands at the sink, and listened to the exchange going on in the other room.

"Well, isn't that nice?" Wei said when he heard Naj mention gift. But something still made him feel uneasy.

[Clay Dennatta]

" Well thank you. "

Clay took the package and started to open it. As he opened it he looked a tad suspicious. Why did this man bring him a gift. It was kind of odd. What could be in it. He continued to open it and finally revealed what it was...

[Naj Arilov]

Naj smiled as Clay opened the box, to find the disembodied head of his brother, Ulic. Obviously, the Sith Apprentice didnt need to act polite and unsuspicious anymore, after all, his 'gift' wasnt exactly a box of chocolates.

"From me to you, Jedi."

[Cherice St_Hilare]

Inside the ship, Cherice squealed with glee. Naj had given his consent earlier to open his mind to her, allowing her to see through his eyes. Ulic's head laid in the box, already decomposing. The eyes were rolled back, the cheeks were sunken in and the skin was ripped. Dried blood was crusted on the dead man's lips.

"Yes," she whispered, placing her hands on the windowsill and taking in a deep breath. Clay's face was mixed with shock, horror and disgust. No doubt this wasn't the present he was expecting !

[Clay Dennatta]

Clay looked in on the box and he saw the look in his brothers eyes. They were still open and froxen in time. The time of when he took his last breath and died at the hands of a Sith. Many things were going through his brain. He was very angered, yet very sad, and also very irritated with the deliverer.

Leave now if you know what is good for you

Clay said through the force then turned back to the box and put a lid on it...

[Naj Arilov]

"But im just now getting comfortable, Jedi. You wouldnt want to be a bad host would you?"

The look on Clay's face was golden, and it was fairly obvious that Naj was enjoying himself. With all this emotion floating around, there was no way that Naj was just going to leave. This was his hallmark moment for the day.

"My throat is a bit dry, could I trouble you for a glass of water?"