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“How is he, Mij?” Jaster’s eyes were fixed on the boy in the tank.

“Recovering nicely, ‘Alor.” The medic tapped on his datapad. “He started waking on his own, so I increased the sedation. I didn’t want to set his healing back by having him panic in the bacta. From his scans and injuries, I doubt he’s ever been in a tank before.”

The Mand’alor hummed thoughtfully. “What else can you tell me about him?”

“From his musculature, he is obviously trained. He’s not bodied like a strength-builder, so I’d say he probably studies acrobatics or some type of martial form.” He raised an eyebrow. “Other than the injuries from someone apparently attempting to beat him to death, I’d say he was in peak condition.”

Jaster tilted his head in thought. “That is very interesting. Coupled with the strange clothing he was wearing…I wonder if he wasn’t part of some type of traveling troop.”