The Frigates limited weapons turned on their turret and targeted the few small asteroids that would enevitably move into the ships path, and the frigates military sheilds came to life. The light turbolasers, and point defense lasers making short work of the small rocks, with the support of the heavy fighters. The Healing Wind moved slowly and so did the fighters, it would take them a few extra minutes to get to the distress call, but they would make it safely.

The Frigate would then descend through the atmosphere and land in the nearest clearing to the downed craft, as the fighters flew cover overhead. A medical crew would leave the ship, along with an engineering team to check the viability of salvaging the persons small craft. If viable, a message would be sent to one of the Brigades freighters which would come and lift it off the planet. The medical team would lift Cillin onto a hover gerny and be brought onto the 'Wind for medical attention. A pair of armed militia security guards would stand guard to watch over the patient.

The nurse would check over the patient, for the moment this boy was someone that needed assistance, the guards remained in the room as the officer spoke. "Please remain still sir, you crash landed your craft on a planet, your injuries are sufficient to be in care for the next day. The security guards are simply for safety precautions, as you do not have any ID. I hope you understand. Once you are cleared tho, you will be released to a private quarters."

As they spoke the Frigate had lifted off the planet and was making its meanderingly slow path to orbit. As they did that and unbeknownst to anyone on board, two ARC-170 assault Starfighters dropped down to low altitude and locked their weapons on the remains of the TIE fighter. The fighter was not worth the time to salvage so company rules was to leave it a black smear on the landscape, especially if its Imperial. Both fighters would open fire with their twin Medium Laser cannons, and a single proton torpedo each. Yes it was a tad overkill but nothing would be left behind.

He looked to his hands bewilderment spread a cross his dark expression to the blue sparks that had formed from his hands. He snapped his fist shut. "I don't know who I am." Cillin finally spoke, but in a shaken voice not turning his gaze to those in the room with him.

If successful the guards would then afterwards enter the room and place the young man into the strongest restraints that they carried for the trip back to Lianna. Where hopefully they would have the resources to restrain this person better then the Medical Frigate could. The Healing wind changed direction and headed at best possible speed to Lianna.

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall set me free."

The sith code he muttered remembering it, the meaning of the code the words lost to him. Cillin calmed down slowly not pulling on the restraints was some one going to come soon??? Tell him where he was, maybe have a clue to what happened to him.

{Keira the rp is open u can enter the rp}

Please help me. His voice reached out through the force a plead. It was not Cillins intention to jump into a persons head, beyond the door he knew he had done this be for, a odd feeling he had. His goal to reach out to someone who would hear him, another force user, or a force-sensitive who might hear him.