Survival, Dark Times

[Abby]

"Tell that to Alderaan," Jaskia muttered, looking away grimly.

Nait turned away from Scout and walked right up to Anakin. Though the latter was taller, Nait made up for it with his dangerous aura of power. "If you make one single mistake, if you do anything that tells me you're not saving my sister, I will make you wish you were dead."

"You're seriously not thinking of trusting the tin-can?" Jaskia asked, perhaps a bit too loudly.

Nait locked gazes with Anakin from behind the mask. "I mean it." And nobody doubted it.

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Anakin

"I know, Nait, I know." I said

There wasn't much time. So with that, I tapped into the Bond, and shut my eyes...slowly it all began...the energy was being transferred into her body every second, and I began to feel weaker and weaker....my breaths got heavier, and soon I collapsed right onto the floor, but kept at it. I had felt pain before, this was nothing new. And I had to do this...

I still had enough energy for one more last sentence...all of my other energy had finally finished going into Scout's body, and she should be recovering at this moment...

"Tell Scout..." I said in a weak tone to no one in particular "I'm sorry....tell her...I'm sorry..."

And then I finally let go, and died...

[Abby]

Nait swallowed and looked at his sister. She let out a small groan and shifted slightly in her improvised bed. She remained still and quiet, and did not open her eyes. She was still out of it, but the flicker of life that had been in her five minutes ago seemed to have strengthened considerably. She was in a deep Healing Trance, deeper than Nait could have done. She would recover.

The doctors checked her pulse and breathing, plus waved a scanner over her body, and confirmed his feelings. She was out of immediate danger, but was still not out of the woods. Even with the Healing Trance, she would have to be monitored 24/7. Everyone volunteered at the same time, which Nait thought was funny. At least Erin wouldn't be responsible for her.

The medics explains that Scout would need to be shipped to Coruscant or another planet with a good, working hospital. She would need synth-flesh coverings for the wound and massive repairs to her lung and spine. Plans were quickly made to shuttle her to Naboo to rest and recuperate in three days' time. Until then, the doctors said, she was not allowed to walk or do any activity. She would need a shot once every three hours to control swelling and infection, and a special gauze would have to be spread around the wounded area, front and back, to speed up the process.

Nait memorized all this and glanced at the body of Anakin Skywalker. He felt a twinge of sadness. He noticed the armor was fading away along with the body, which was strange. Not unlike what Yoda did, vanishing with his clothes still on, but Nait still felt curious. As Anakin's body and armor faded, Nait felt a new warmth enter him.

He'd pass on his former friend's message.

Padmé gripped Sora's shoulder and started to sob into his chest. Jaskia rubbed her fingers over Anakin's lightsaber. Luke bowed his head, a tear leaking from his eye. Nait watched his sister take a deep breath, and another thought washed over him. "Where's her lightsabers?" he asked hoarsly.

Luke withdrew them from his belt. The two curved hilts, shining silver like moonlight, with a stark black leather grip, seemed to sparkle like water. Nait took them, and, feeling foolish, lay them next to his sister. "I'll take the first watch," he offered, and sat down, crosslegged.

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Naos

I smiled at Scout and tears of joy began pouring out of my eyes. She was alive. And for now, she was safe. This finally was all ending...finally. The Emperor was dead, Anakin redeemed, the Death Star and Imperial Fleet were gone...

Life seemed to finally be going right.

I nodded at Nait "I'll stay here with you." I said

And for the first time, I felt happy...really happy.

Sora

I held Padme in a hug as I watched my half-brother die, and I felt alot better about it than I would have if he had died evil. No matter how much I loathed him and he tried to kill me and hurt everyone I loved, I did care about him in a way. He was my mother's last child, I had to care.

I looked at Scout. She was thankfully stable for the moment, and I had a gut feeling she'd make it. It'd take awhile, but, she'd make it.

There was still a long way to go until the Galaxy would be Imperial free again. We'd have to attack Coruscant, and get rid of all the main bases and any other hidden superweapons Palpatine might have had.

But, for now, we had survived through the dark times...

THE END!