Comlink

But lucky for Karr, detention was the last thing on anyone’s mind. The headmaster inclined his four-horned head and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’ll survive. I always do.”

“We should still contact your parents,” he said. “You need a doctor.”

“Sure,” said Karr, even though he knew that doctors would be no help. “Actually, we have a medical droid on hand for whenever this happens. These seizures. They’ve been happening off and on for years. I can just call Arzee. He’ll come check me out.”

The headmaster agreed and helped him to his feet. “I do remember reading something about that, in your file. Go ahead and call your droid. Okay, everyone. Let’s give him some air.”

Karr activated his comlink. “Arzee-Seven? I had another seizure.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir,” said the droid. “I’m on my way.”

When everything was settled, the headmaster instructed everyone who hadn’t fainted dramatically to get back to class.

“I should probably wait outside,” Karr said, hoping he was about to get away clean.

Maize piped up. “And shouldn’t somebody go with him? Or something? In case it happens again. He’s in a very fragile state, sir.”

The Ovissian thought about it. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“I could go with him,” she said. “Mr. Kragnotto already yanked me out of class anyway.”

“Is that all right with you, Karr?”

“Uh, sure.”

He came to a decision and nodded. “Then get home safely, and we’ll see you again when you’re well.”

“Wait a second!” cried Royke. “He’s not getting detention? That’s nexu dwang!”

Maize flashed him a rude finger gesture as she left the building by Karr’s side.

On their way out, Maize said quietly, “You said you could see the past when you touched things. You didn’t say anything about falling to the ground, screaming.”

“I didn’t? Well, sometimes I fall to the ground, screaming. Now you know.”

The family speeder appeared in the distance, and soon Karr could see the familiar figure of RZ-7 in the driver’s seat. Medical droids didn’t usually drive, but it wasn’t so weird that anyone said anything about it as the speeder pulled up to the school—where an assortment of other vehicles was already parked. The area was dotted with all sorts of landspeeders, large and small. The only thing they had in common was that they were all kind of beat-up. Most of them were either secondhand vehicles or they belonged to teenagers who were still getting the hang of driving.


- Force Collector, Chapter 3