But his efforts are not enough, as after the thirty-five seconds pass the navigation console flashes ready and Jamis calls over to Canin, "Go now!" 

He slams the ship into hyperspace, and they shoot off, away from the pursuer.

Canin sighs, falls back in his chair, and pulls off his helmet.

"Lets go meet this brother of yours, and check on his health.  Any idea why that guy was so determined to capture him?"

She lets her hands, gripping tight to the console, relax, answering with a shrug before she takes a moment to steady herself.

"I don't know who he was," she says after a moment, turning to give him a wary-ish look, "But..." she sighs, "I think probably he was from the Sith. I... I couldn't feel him, at all. That's probably not something just anyone knows how to do." 

He pulls himself out of the chair and heads out of the cockpit, stopping at the console to check their destination.

"You did good in there.  If you're interested, I'd be willing to let you help out on more jobs, while you're with me.  I'll teach you more, of course- you did good with barely any training, you could do amazing with more.  But first, you feel like explaining why the Sith might be after your brother?"

If he knows the coordinates the planet Manaan is at, he'll recognize them as those. 

Jamis follows after him and then slips ahead when he stops at the console. She's staring at him, a bit, as she pauses in the the entrance to the cockpit. 

"You'd really just-" she stops, giving her head a little shake. "He's- the Jedi had him. They took him and my other brothers all to their temples to train them to be Jedi and then they didn't even protect him-" she stops, digging her fingers into her palms. "So I think, I think that Sith was gonna take him back to their schools or whatever they have and make him one of them instead." 

"I'm no fan of the Jedi.  But it doesn't sound to me like you want me to take him back to them.  Let's see how he's doing."

He continues down to where he'd left Alek, frowning when he doesn't find him there and then heading to check in the medbay.

"I don't," she agrees. She'd go get the other two as well, if she could, but she has no idea where they are and she's not sure they'd want her to, or if she could even look after them, if she did. 

She slips into the medbay ahead of him and moves to take Alek's hand again, squeezing lightly and leaning over him to look into his eyes as Canin enters. 

Alek is... a little more present, now, it seems? The eyes she's looking into do react a little to her presence, focusing briefly on her face. This action is then followed by a quiet possibly-questioning noise, raspy and thin though the sound is. 

Canin examines the kid for any sign of problems not related to the drugs.

"I can't do anything about the drugs, they'll just have to wear off with time." he informs Jamis.

Besides the effects of the drugs, it looks like there's a few bruises and scrapes from the rough handling - both while in captivity and while they were escaping - along with some scarring around the wrists and partly-healed burns on the arms, which look to have seen some care but nothing as sophisticated as kolto. 

"I'm staying with him until he wakes up," Jamis says. He's probably going to be very scared when he does, and she hopes her being here might help a little.

"Good." He tells her.

He gets out the kolto and applies it to the burns, and applies some cheaper bruise balm to the bruises, and cleans all of the scrapes- the cocktail of drugs the kid is on is *not* helping his immune system any, and he doesn't want to risk the kid getting some sort of infection.

Jamis helps with this where she's useful and then settles down by his bedside and holds his hand, trying to stay in his field of vision. 

"...About- me helping on jobs, and teaching me more stuff," She starts, once he's finished, glancing up at him from the side, "I'd like that?" It was scary, sort of, running through the base and almost getting shot and the Sith guy at the end- but it was also... exciting, and satisfying, using all the skills she's learned over the years and during the trip there and from Canin to save Alek and keep them alive. 

"Good.  I'll write up a schedule, for cleaning and training, and look for jobs when we get to Manaan, though the next place we're going after than is to drop off this cargo."

He gestures at an intercom button near the door.

"Comm me when he wakes up, so I can come check on him again- there's a few tests that you can only do on an alert patient."

She nods, checking the intercom he's pointing her to before turning her focus back to watching Alek attempt to watch her. 

Canin gathers up the container of kolto and several bandages, and heads out into the living area.  He sits down on the bench, pulling of his shirt with a wince, and sets about applying the kolto to his shoulder wound.  When he's done, he wraps it thoroughly in the bandages, and then pulls out his datapad with his good arm, setting it on the table and getting to work writing up a training schedule for Jamis.

It's a few hours later when she finally comms him.

"I think- I think he can answer questions now? He's still a little out of it but he's responding to the story I was telling him." 

He follows her back into the medbay and sits down where Alek can see him.

"Are you up for answering a couple questions?" he asks Alek.

...Aleeka watches him somewhat warily, eyes more focused now and at least aware enough at this point to know that something has changed and these people at least don't appear to have the same motives as the slavers did - it's kinda hard to read the girl, but this person at least is easily sensible in his concern, now that distinguishing which people are feeling what at all is possible. After a moment, he gets a slow, short nod in answer to his question.

"Are you in pain at all?  Or dizzy, or nauseous?"

Another nod. All those things. Head hurts and everything moves too fast and everything feels bleah. Throwing up is probably not imminent but only because there's nothing to throw up, and only probably. 

Slight sigh.

"Can you answer verbally?"

He can ask the questions in a way that doesn't require verbal answers, if need be, but it's slower.

"...yes." A pause, and then, mumbled, "Head hurts and 'm dizzy and feel sick."

"Thank you.  I suspect those are all side-effects of the drugs they had you on, and will wear off after some time.  I can give you some stuff to help with all of those, or I could give you something to put you asleep until the drugs have worn off more, or I could do neither of those things, it's up to you."

He gets a large bowl from another area of the medbay.

"I don't expect they've fed you enough for you to throw up, but if you do, try and do it into this."