Medical Research Institute Estle City Selen
Mune, though finally making the decision, was not necessarily looking forward to it. It had been well over a year since the incident that repressed their memories. In recent days, there had been growing concern that the resultant damage would be irreversible at their current rate of recovery. Truthfully, not much effort had been made on their part to retrieve those memories. They remembered bits and pieces. Many of those pieces were drawn out with the help of scent memory. People close to them. Their stories, though, mostly remained blurred around the edges or altogether shadowed and lost in the haze of an impenetrable fog.
There also remained the issue that their feral tendencies had more than once gotten out of hand, making them sometimes extremely unpredictable. Doon’s leaving, someone that, to the feral, was a life mate, had devastated them. They knew logically they could see the other Shistavanen any time they could both escape from their duties, but something more bestial within them had wanted to mourn, had wanted to howl out their loss.
Ridiculous. Mune sighed.
They could not deny that, though it had been such a short time since, they needed to see Doon.
Eleceos thought of anyone, the other Shistavanen would be a boon to have present. Something about a more dominant bestial presence keeping their feral instinct in line with what they were trying to achieve. Intellectually, Mune agreed, petulantly, they grumbled about the idea of being controlled like an animal.
They were, though, weren’t they? They had mauled a doctor who had tried to take blood only a month ago.
Rhylance was their third call. It was apparent they had issues with doctors and scientists prodding them. When asked, they realized they did trust ONE in particular, though they could not begin to explain why that was, and so Rhylance had been contacted. (cont.)
Caleb and Carr were aware of what they were attempting. Their brother was curious but knew this was something they were best not a part of. Caleb had made sure they were nearby if they were needed. They understood that, not being a Force-User or overly Force-sensitive, they could not be of much help.
Privately, Caleb had made his own call to Doon. Their relationship was different than that of Mune and Doon or even Mune and Caleb, but there was an understanding there, a great deal of respect, and they did like each other a great deal. Doon had become Caleb’s go-to drinking buddy at some point. There had been no reason to question it either. The Togorian made his own call to Doon, “I trust you as fully as I trust Mune. Take care of them for me.”
Now, Mune waited in the lobby of the Medical Institute. Caleb leaning against a wall, thick arms crossed over his wide chest. He watched their partner with clear blue eyes, concern creasing their feline muzzle.
“You are sure about this?”
Mune glanced over their shoulder. “The longer I wait, the worse the degradation may become. There are… I need to believe there are things worth remembering. Like… meeting you. Like…”
“Him…”
“Yes. The one I know was and still, in many ways, is a big part of me.”
“I can tell you everything you’ve told me, you know, I can remember for you,” Caleb offered tenderly.
“I… owe him that much, Caleb.”
“Yes. I know.” He whispered.
Doon had taken the first flight he could manage to Selen. Which, for the newly appointed Knight-Commander, was an unscheduled flight in a newly purchased Delta-class DX-9. When he touched down in Estle, he already had a vehicle ready for him. Though a tight fit in his armor, he didn’t mind it, as he felt he’d need all he could just in case. He stepped into the lobby with a huff, one paw clutched around a travel bag full of any equipment he wasn’t actively wearing. He grunted, stepping towards the duo with a cautious glance around the room.
“I am here. What is the plan?” He questioned in a quiet growl, getting close enough to them both that they’d have some semblance of privacy, even if they were speaking in a somewhat rare language.
Mune took in the presence of the large black-furred Shistavanen. They eyed his armour and travel bag, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Ruby eyes gleamed as they thought of teasing the big. It had yet to be overly long since last they saw each other and said their proper farewells. Even so, Mune had to admit to themself just how comforting it was to have the big guy present. They started wondering how many excuses they could put together to have the Voidbreaker out Doon’s way on business.
Caleb replied back in Shistavanen, “The plan involves the three of you and your space magic.
The Togorian smirked.
The shorter, white-furred Shista rolled their eyes some. "Eleceos should be joining us shortly. Maybe Rhylance, just in case.”
Doon grunted in response to Caleb. He was still hesitant to embrace casual terms like space magic, but nodded and stepped closer, setting his bag down before sitting next to Mune. It had been a while, at least longer than usual since they’ve seen each other. So Doon peered down at the smaller Shista and tilted his head, inspecting Mune over as his nose twitched.
Mune grinned widely, a delicate brow arching. They knew very well what Doon was doing, and it amused them. The amusement was better than the anxiety, by far, but it did no more to distract from the looming task. Mune turned their head and brushed the side of their muzzle against Doon’s in a display of affection and breathed his scent.
“They have been treating you well, I trust?” they asked in Shista, their ruby eyes searching Doon’s gold.
The door to the room opened suddenly, and the Miraluka Conselor of the Voidbreaker walked into the scene between partners. Though he couldn’t see the scene in front of him, he felt the emotions in the air, and blushed red beneath his tan-brown cheeks.
“Oh! My apologies. I’ll come back later if you guys are talking….and catching up and stuff.” Eleceos voice held a sheepish embrassment as he rubbed the back of his head.
Mune’s attention shifted to the Miraluka and they offered a warm smile. It did not matter if Eleceos could see the look or not, what mattered was the feeling of ease at seeing their friend. The Shistavanen waved the Miraluka’s worries away. “Thank you so much for coming, Eleceos. I appreciate it, especially on such short notice.”
Doon let out a gruff grunt and nod, leaning back in his seat and adjusting the rustling armor as he shifted. “Come. You are welcome company.” The Shista had swapped back to the common tongue to speak to Eleceos, not wanting to exclude him from their conversation.