897, New Blood
Galactic Republic, capital, Coruscant.
A starship plunged into the Jedi Temple spaceport in an almost diving posture. Before it had even come to a stop, the hatch opened, and three Clone Troopers rushed out pushing a repulsor-equipped stretcher. Jedi healers who had received the news beforehand immediately took over and began treatment at once.
The Jedi Order's second-in-command, Master Mace Windu, lay face down on the stretcher, his entire body sealed inside a carbon-freezing device. Only this could preserve his life during the long journey through space.
"Master Windu's injuries are severe. His spine has been completely severed, causing necrosis in his lungs. Poor blood flow has left his brain critically deprived of oxygen! Conventional medical equipment cannot repair wounds of this extent. Force healing must be used, alongside simultaneous surgery to implant mechanical prosthetic limbs!" a Jedi Master trained in medicine said urgently.
"You have worked hard. Save his life, Master Windu's, you must." Master Yoda stood nearby, leaning on his cane. He looked at Mace Windu's tightly shut eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line. His hands gripped his cane with such force that they trembled slightly.
"General Yoda." The Clone Troopers Rainbow, Ye Zi, and Beard came before Master Yoda and saluted.
"The battle report, received I have. Complicated, the situation now is... Report to the barracks immediately, you all must." Master Yoda spoke as calmly as he could.
"Yes, sir!" The three Clone Troopers immediately stood at attention and saluted, then turned and flew their ship toward the barracks.
Jedi Master Plo Koon stood nearby. Seeing Master Windu's utterly weakened state, he flew into a rage. "The Archangel of Death! It's the Archangel of Death again! At least half the Jedi Council has suffered at his hands! He is already the greatest