Before long, they were in the medical bay of Theed Palace. The Queen's medic, an old professor came to supervise Amelia's case. She was carefully laid on the bed, her head seemed to be bleeding a great deal which was of concern. Carefully, the professor secured a Bacta patch to Amelia's head, where the wound was situated. He then injected her with a solution to help with the pain.

Asané sat with Amelia through the whole ordeal. The two guards who stood outside the medical bay door stood firm as Verlé approached.

"Guards.... I have orders from the Queen, you are to gather 4 more officers and begin a complete search of that house, also make sure to secure it.... You are to stay there until further instructed...."

The guards nodded before leaving to perform their duty. Verlé walked into the chamber, seeing Amelia laying on the bed.

"Amelia..... Are you awake?...... What happened?! Who did this to you!" She said shocked as she sat next to her along with Asané.

"Verle?" Amelia groaned as her eyes flickered open once more. "Where am I? What happened? God my head!"

She slowly lifted a shaking hand towards her forehead and felt the bacta patch that had been placed on it. After several moments to collect her thoughts and truly awaken herself, Amelia looked about at her visitors.

"I'm sorry...I...I don't know...I...can't remember..."

The fact that the Queen and Asane were both standing beside her bed told Amelia that whatever had happened, it must have been bad. But what had happened?

"The last thing I can remember is...being in the library with Asane..." she muttered, trying to sit up a little, gritting her teeth against the nauseating dizziness. There was no pain anymore. The bacta and injection had seen to that. But she still felt dizzy whenever she moved.

Verlé gave Asané a concerned look before she began to speak.

"Amelia.... You were found at your home.... You were attacked...." Verlé said carefully.

Asané spoke, "Yes Amelia, your comlink signaled to mine.... But all I could hear was noise.... When I called for you, there was nothing.... We eventually managed to track you to your home in the Lake Country.... It looked as though there had been a struggle..... You.... You seriously don't remember anything since we were at the library?" She said worried.

The professor continued to add wires and other device connections to Amelia so that he could monitor her condition with ease.

Amelia thought for a long time before finally shaking her head.

"Nothing," she replied at last. "I don't know why I'd have gone home in the first place...and as for a struggle? With who? I seriously can't remember anything," she sighed at last, sitting up and looking at the various medical equipment around her. Then she placed a hand on her head again. "I can't tell you what happened...I was hoping you could tell me?"

"We're working on it Amelia..... I have sent guards to investigate.... We'll get to the bottom of this plot soon...... In the meantime, you'd best rest...... Try to keep your strength up..... I need to get back to my duties.... Asané, will you stay here with her a little longer?" Verlé spoke as she began to make her way to the door of the medical bay.

"Yes, M'Lady...." She looked to Amelia once again, confused at what had happened. She couldn't figure out who could have done this to her. Was it just a robbery that Amelia had walked in on? Or was it something more sinister....

"No, I'm fine...really...please, let me get back to work," Amelia protested, trying to get out of the bed. She got as far as swinging her legs over the side of the bed and hopping lightly to her feet, before they gave way underneath her and she collapsed.

"Please, I'm fine," she protested as she pulled herself back to her feet, then promptly fell down again.

Asané quickly rushed to her aid and helped her back to the bed, before she was able to talk, the professor did in her stead.

"Amelia, you have suffered a serious strike to the head.... You will have to remain here for a few days..... Your brain has very slight swelling which we will need to keep an eye on.... You can get back to your duty once you are well..... The best thing for you to do now is sleep... And rest..... You will be back on your feet in no time...." He said as he walked to one of the nurses to check up on her condition further.

"See?" Asané said with a slight smile, "It's best that you rest.... I'll come and see you every day.... And I bet.... Verlé.... Will also....." She spoke carefully so to not reveal the identity of the Queen to the Professor and his assistants, "The Queen herself may make a visit.... I heard she was greatly upset and angered to hear about what happened to you..... I only hope that the investigation will prove of some use...... Perhaps in a few days your memory will come back to you....."

"I hope so," Amelia replied. "God I hate resting."

But nether the less, she did as she was told, and laid back in bed to rest.

"I am a little tired though," she yawned, settling back into the comfort of the soft covers and plump pillows. Before she'd even realised what was happening, sleep had consumed her and she drifted off into an uneasy sleep, full of small snatches of visions...seconds only...not enough to make any sense, though.

"I can imagine..... Well.... I'd best let you rest..... I will come to see you first thing in the morning, I promise! You just be sure to take it easy and do what the professor says now!" She said smiling. She then looked to the professor as she began to leave.

"We'll take good care of her, don't worry about that....." He said as he worked over one of the terminals.

When she awoke, Amelia did feel much better than she had earlier that night. The pain had eased considerably and lifting a hand to her head, she could feel that the swelling had decreased a little already. Not a lot, but it was a start.

"Excuse me, professor?" she said to the professor, who was once again at one of the terminals. "Do you have anything I can make notes on? I had this dream last night...and I think it might have something to do with what happened, although I'm not entirely sure. I thought if I jotted down everything that I saw in my dream, it might help."

"Of course..... Here you go....." He said as he handed her a datapad, "Now don't keep yourself awake all night writing young lady.... That was a nasty crack to the skull you endured today!" He said in a fatherly manner.

"Yes dad," she grinned cheekily, taking the datapad from him and starting to jot down words as they came into her head. She tried to remember the dream as vividly as possible, but this proved harder than she first thought. Still she gave it a go.

When she read back what she'd written several minutes later, however, she frowned.

"Is Asane available at the moment?" she asked the professor, her eyes never leaving the screen of the datapad. "Or Verle? Or even the Queen?"

She scrolled down the page further.

House...Lake Country...A man...no two men...armour...Rohlan...fight...struggle...vase...'Give it to me!'

"None of this makes any sense," she sighed. "Perhaps they would know."

"If you wait a moment, I will see if someone can come to see you...." The professor spoke.

After a good 20 minutes, Asané arrived in the medical bay.

"Hey Amelia, I heard you wanted to speak to someone...... How are you feeling?" She asked as she sat at her side. Next to her bed she placed some flowers that she had picked for her in the hope of cheering up this clinically boring room that she was having to endure.

Amelia looked at the flowers and smiled. "They're beautiful," she said, stroking the soft petals. "And I'm actually feeling much better now. Thank you."

Then, remembering why she'd called her friend to the room, she handed over the data pad.

"I'm sorry I called you at such an unsociable time, but...well, there's something I just need to share with someone...anyone really...because it's driving me insane. Take a look at that...I had a dream earlier...it was weird, like seeing bits of a vision but out of order...and only seconds at a time...they made no real sense...but I thought I should wwrite them down incase they might help in some way. What do you think?"

"Hmmm, Interesting...... It seems that this is something to do with your memory..... What happened to you yesterday...... I'm going to take a copy of it and give it to the investigation team as help..... Do you remember anything this morning? Anything at all? Even if it seems like a dream?" Asané asked curiously.

Amelia thought for a moment.

"There was a man...in my dream. He was dressed in armour...I think he said his name was Rohlan...he seemed to be demanding something...I don't know what. That's all I can remember...but at least it's something, I suppose."

She shrugged. "Is that any help?"

"Yes, I think your memory is coming back to you at last..... The investigators at your home were not able to find much, only tracks in the ground but they have only just began to follow the trail, but whether it will lead to anywhere..... We cannot say yet...... A man in armour, sounds awfully like a.... A bounty hunter.... But I can't think why one would be at your home or why they would hurt you...... You haven't done anything you shouldn't have?" She gave a little laugh, "Even if you had, the bounty hunter would have either captured you or killed you..... Very strange......" She said puzzled.

"I don't know if this really happened, or if it was just part of the dream," Amelia replied as she tried to remember a very vague snatch of conversation, "But...he said something about...not leaving until he'd found 'it', and that I should give 'it' to him. I don't know what 'it' is though."

She sighed, then seemed to process what Asane had said about the identity of the person.

"You said a bounty hunter? I truly hope not, but...at the same time...it might make more sense...my mother and father were killed by a bounty hunter...possibly my brother too, although it has never been confirmed. Do you think it could be the same hunter?"

"I have no idea.... I didn't know your family had met such a terrible end..... Do you know why they were killed by a Bounty Hunter? Had they done something wrong to displease someone who was able to afford such an assassin?" Asané asked, worried but also curious about Amelia's situation.

"My father died when I was very young," Amelia sighed. "The day after my 1st birthday actually. I don't know all the details, but apparently he was involved with some deathstick dealers. Rumours surrounding his death suggested that Jabba the Hutt had been the one to hire the bounty hunter because he had angered the crime lord over his increasing demands with the dealers over prices and shipments...but like I said, I was too young to remember this, and don't know if its true or not...the day after that, by brother Kyle went missing and people were quick to blame Jabba and the bounty hunter, although it was never proved that they had any involvement in any of this."

This was the first time Amelia had ever told anyone about her family, and now that she was, she found that old familiar pain resurfacing...raw pain that can only be associated with grief...

"When I was nine, the hunter came back and killed my mother...and it looks like he triied to finish the job yesterday with me...although why he ran and didn't finish me off just adds to the increasing mystery."

Tears were threatening to come, stinging her eyes, so she quickly looked away out of the window to hide them. She didn't want Asane to see, because that would have been awkward and embarrasing.

"I'm sorry," she said at last, once she'd composed herself a little. "Thats the first time I've ever told anyone about my past...I'd forgotten how much it hurts."

"It's alright Amelia.... I never realised how much pain and suffering you had been through..... I'm sorry...... Such a terrible burden to carry..... Although, even if your father was involved in such dealings, I find it strange why they would come back for your brother and your mother.... It's very strange indeed....... Although you mentioned about the 'bounty hunter', if that's what he was, asking you to give something to him? Is it possible that your father had possessed something of great wealth or interest that perhaps your mother had no idea about?" Asané asked curiously.

"Hmmm...its possible," Amelia replied after careful consideration. "I never knew my father, and although Mum always spoke very highly of him...she said he was a very secretive person...But why would this hunter, if thats indeed what he is, wait until now to come back for it? It doesn't make any sense to me Asane...but then, what would I know? I was stupid enough to get myself into this mess in the first place. I should have done as Damien said and waited for help..."

Realising what she'd just said, she froze. "Who's Damien?"

She'd just said the name of someone she didn't even know...someone she couldn't even put a face to. "Who's Damien?" she repeated. "I don't know anyone called Damien...do I?"

"Damien? I don't know Amelia.... Is he a relative? Someone you know?..... Clearly you're beginning to remember everything but not quite yet....." Asané spoke concerned, "Do you remember what he looks like at all? Absolutely anything would help.... Perhaps he can help us find who's trying to hurt you and your family....."

Amelia thought for a long time about this mystery 'Damien'. Eventually, however, she shook her head.

"No...he's not a family member...not one that I know of anyway. I don't even know why I said his name...it just sorta...came out." She closed her eyes, as though trying to visualise what he might look like.

"The only person I can see at the moment is...is my brother Jude actually...when I was younger...we were playing out in the garden and he fell into the rose bush...came out covered in scratches. Hmmm, has nothing to do with this, though, I'm sure." She shrugged appologetically.

"Sorry Asane...I'm being no help at all..."

"I think it's best that you rest for now, you've been through a great deal.... Though the professor said you'll be up on your feet in only a few days.... But the Queen demands you take some time off from your training for a little while..... She said you can stay in one of the guest rooms of the palace which is usually only meant for royalty, politicians and so forth, but she said it would be best for you....... I'd better get back to my duty, keep in touch, if you want me to come and see you just contact me on the comlink....."

Asané spoke as she left the medical bay, returning to the upper floors of the palace.

"You watch me...I'll be back on my feet before you know it," Amelia replied with a grin. Then after Asane had left, she settled back into the bed once more...stunned and excited at the same time.

The Queen had ordered her to take time off, and to stay in the guest quarters? She'd never expected something like this could lead to so much...well...affection from the ones closest to her. Someday she'd have to find a way to make it up to them. For now though, she could feel her eyelids growing heavy and sighed. Tomorrow would be a new day...and she was going to make the most of it.

Three day later...

Amelia was thoroughly bored of the bland medical room she'd been inhabiing for the past few days now, and was feeling much like her old self again. Whenever she was allowed by the professor, she'd go for a wander on th balcony outside, which streched right along the side of the palace, and had the most magnificent views, looking out over waterfalls and rolling hills.

When she wasn't allowed, she'd sit in bed and sulk until the professor gave in and let her go out anyway.

Now, the swelling on her head had vanished, leaving the cut - which was much smaller now - as the only indication that anything had happened. Certainly looking at her now, she was so cheerful and full of life and energy that you'd never have expected anything had ever happened.

"Professor," she said on the morning of the third day after the incident. "I'm feeling much better now...can I go? Because as much as I like your company, there's only so much white paint I can stand each day, and I think I've about reached my limit. Plus there's things I've got to do...places to go...things to see...well, there would be if the Queen hadn't banned me from working for a few days...which I'm not complaining about obviously, but you know... :D "

"If you feel up to it then yes you may go, but I want to check up on you tomorrow...... So if you come here in the afternoon then I would much appreciate it..... Also, I would like you to wear this, attached to your wrist.... It will monitor your rates......" He said as he attached a black devise to her wrist.

Amelia looked at the black wrist device, a little disgusted at first, but it soon grew on her, so she didn't protest about it.

"Of course...tomorrow afternoon...got it..." she studied the black wrist band for a few more seconds, then collected her things from the beside.

"Well, see you tomorrow then...and thanks for everything...I really do appreciate it...I doubt I'd be walking out of here now if it wasn't for you...so thank you."

Smiling warmly at the professor, she left the room and wandered off to find the guest room she'd been given for the time being.