Accismus?????.? Anakin Skywalker?????.?

71.

'Master Ani?'

The shaking of the wall sconces halted as Anakin turned to the door of the med bay. Stood in the arch of the entrance was R2-D2 with his lense-eye centred on the lonesome Jedi in the hallway. At the sight of his trusted droid, Anakin calmed his scrambled thoughts and slid past R2 to enter the med bay. Although the sconces stopped their quivering from the sheer anger in the Force, the redness in Anakin's Force signature lingered without his knowledge.

Sol's back was propped up by the raised, white bed. After a session in the bacta tank, Sol's wounds were wrapped in some white bandages to ensure the muscles would be held together while in their tender, healing state. With her bloodied and scorched robes still on, Sol looked up as Anakin entered with R2 in tow. The droid had left her presence to call his Master back into the room and proceeded to make his way around the bed to be on the other side of Sol. 

'That didn't sound like it went well,' Sol mumbled, eyeing Anakin's troubled eyes and tight lips. She heard the interaction with a call to the Force, allowing her to hear Master Windu's rejection for a Council meeting. Sol resisted the urge to admit that she was disappointed at the Master's dismissal, but she understood that there weren't enough Masters present in the temple to hold an emergency meeting. The war was still raging on faraway planets, and as much as it hurt Sol, she knew that they were too busy for the news of her attack

'Don't worry about it...' Anakin said, trying to appear nonchalant as he lowered himself down onto the edge of Sol's bed. 'How are you feeling?'

'Okay...' Sol knew that he was trying to shift the attention onto her. 'Some aches and I could do with a day's worth of sleep, but everything has started to heal besides the bruises.' 

Sol lifted the arm that was attached to her injured shoulder and gestured to the bandages that peaked out from underneath her robes. When the Jedi medic bandaged her collarbone and shoulder, Sol had no choice but to pull on her usual attire. At the sight of the dried blood and blackened burns, she was dying to change into some clean clothes. Whether it was Jedi robes or her casual wear, Sol didn't like to be reminded of the moment where she had stared down the barrel of a clone's blaster. The blackened material with blood stains was uncomfortable, but at the sight of Anakin's frustrated expression, Sol pushed her discomfort aside for the time being.

'Isolated event, huh?' Sol decided to say after some silence. 'And they think it was random?'

'It couldn't have been random. Why would Len leave the cafeteria to find a Jedi when there was a room full of them? The 501st said he just got up and left halfway through lunch. I don't understand how Windu can believe this was random. And to not even investigate!'

'Ani, it doesn't matter-' 

'Of course, it matters, Solaris! Look at you!'

Anakin stood from the bed and gestured to its occupant. With her complexion still pale and her violet eyes even paler, Sol looked dreadful. The bacta tank only heals physical wounds, and even though Sol's shoulder and collarbone were on the mend, the shock and trauma from the attack was still draining Sol's energy. She was thankful for the bed's propped up frame as holding her head up strained her neck, and her stretched out legs ached as they lay unmoving on the white sheets. She didn't want to admit it to Anakin, but he knew that she was in a painful and sorry state.

'It's ridiculous! Not only should this not have happened in the temple halls, but it should be treated as terrorism!' Anakin cried and Sol winced at the mention. 'This is exactly what the Chancellor was worried about! The Council are so concerned with what's going on throughout the galaxy, that they're not monitoring what's going on right here! This is happening right under the Council's noses, and they're not doing-'