Survival, Dark Times 2

[hk47fan]

Sora

After briefly going through some holo-files that we had obtained about our attack on the next powerbase, I decided to pick up my comlink which had been ringing continuously for several minutes. "General Trok here, is there another emergency?" I asked

But something told me there was.

[Abby]

“Yeah, Gerneral,” Jaskia said emotionlessly, just weighing a bit more heavily on the last word. She grunted slightly and stopped in her tracks, moving Han into a more comfortable position. His head had been bouncing off her butt. “I’m glad he’s not awake…” Jaskia muttered distractedly into the comlink.

[hk47fan]

Sora

"Who, Jaskia? Whats happened this time?" I asked with a sigh

[Abby]

For some reason, this only angered Jaskia. “Hey,” she snapped. “Why don’t you come down to the MedBay and see for yourself, poodoo head. And maybe you should treat this a little more seriously, or Force-knows we’re all doomed.” She cut the connection and angrily shoved the comlink back into her pocket, taking off at a full sprint towards Olee.

[hk47fan]

Sora

I groaned. A day in the life of a Rebel. Ah well, this wasn't the first time, and wouldn't be the last by a long shot.

I took off in a run to the MedBay, hoping that no one had died. But I expected this, it wasn't going to be smooth sailing after the Emperor died. People were going to be after us, using every route possible. Sneaking onto the ship, using droids, whatever. Only I had a bad feeling about whatever happened just now.

I finally soon got to the entrance to the MedBay...

[Abby]

Jaskia had entered the MedBay with little trouble. The droid didn’t question her, thank the Force, on why Han Solo was bound with some old fiberrope hands and feet. Jaskia helped the droid cut those off and lay him on a bed. Nait soon caught sight of them and hurried over. “What happened?” he asked in a low tone. He eyed the bruises around her neck with more than a little curiosity. “And who’s nose shall I break?”

Jaskia glared at him, but softened her gaze a little bit. She closed her eyes and shook her head, exhaustion written all over her features. “Me and Olee were playing around with him. Then his eyes went black. He said he’d kill me. He grabbed my throat, Olee got him off. He threw her. And…” She debated whether her not to mention the new power she had seemed to use. “His eyes went back to normal. He collapsed.”

“Palpatine,” Nait muttered. “Remember those old stories Master Tachi used to tell to scare us?”

“Which ones?” Jaskia asked sarcastically.

“An old Sith tequnique, right. How another Force User can directly take over another’s mind for just a second or two, but it takes a lot of concentration and… well, a good reason. No Jedi’s ever done it before. Maybe ol’ Pulpy taught it to his back-ups. The Hands.”

“Lumiya wasn’t that strong in the Force,” Jaskia hissed. “Not the last time I saw her anyway. She has to be running out of lubricant oil by now. And Jade? She’s more… unexpected, but I don’t think she could do that. Arilina Silk is dead. Jerek is dead. I got all those records from Pulpy’s personal datapad, and there’s no way there can be any more Hands. Than those, anyway.”

“Arden Lyn?” Nait asked.

“Jade killed her, I think. She’s dead, anyway.”

“So…” Nait frowned. “We’re working with some evil guy who knows an ancient Sith technique, but it’s not any of the Hands. Can’t be, anyway. Heck, if the prune wasn’t dead, I’d say it was our most grand and benevolent Emperor himself. But tin-can threw him down a reactor core.”

“Any more ideas?” Jaskia asked. “Before our most high-and-mighty captain gets here?”

“What’s got you so down on Sora, lately?”

“Nothing,” Jaskia replied evenly.

Nait just shook his head. Jaskia heard him mumble about why he had hung out with these people in the first place. “You need some help?” he finally asked. Jaskia frowned. He pointed to the bruises around her neck. “How much does it hurt to breath?”

“I’ve taken worse, Nait, don’t worry. I’ll get in a trance next time I sleep.” She winked. “So no late-night movies, Twinkle-Toes.”

“Oh, of course, m’lady,” Nait said, inclining his head.

”Move it!” The Medical Droid slammed between them, carrying a neon blue substance in a plastic cup. Jaskia winced. She hated that gunk. Tasted like the lubricant oil Lumiya used under her armpits every day to make her smell better, if that were possible.

The droid, obviously programmed to make the patients feel as if they never wanted to come back, held the pastic cup to Han’s lips. He began to sputter and choke, and Jaskia knew the liquid was taking effect. ”Swallow, you hairbrained highlot!” The droid grumped, thrusting more of it into Solo’s mouth.

“3-B, abort primary functions. Authorization code Haspir,” Nait ordered. The droid swivled to look at him. “Be nicer. For now. If he starts fussing, slap him.”

“My pleasure, Master,” 3-B said. If droids had an evil undertone in their voice, Jaskia had never heard one until now. She made a mental note to never go to an Alliance MedBay again.

[Mandalorian]

Wey glanced up "Not at all" He could tell she was a ghost, she just semed to have the look of one about her. That and that fact that being a ghost was the only pluasible reason for a girl of her age being on baord a rebel capital ship. Unless the rebels have gotten realyl lax with there choice in soldiers a small smile ssspread to his face from the internal joke. "I'm geusing you're a ghost right? When did you join up, you look younger then I was when i joined."

[Junk Angel]

Sim smiled as she sat down. "You're joking right? All those stories everyone keeps telling about you."
She winced at the putrid look of the meatloaf at first, but found it quite likeabble when she began to eat it.
"You know, those stories just sometimes feel incomplete. It would be just grand if you told something about your, Olees' or Jaskia's exploits over the time, when the galaxy was still fun." She huffed at the last sentence, indignation clearly evident in her voice.
"Oh one more thing, I'll leave a nudge with Weenard, that you really are a ghost. Or at least were. That's one thing I've been curious about. Why did yo leave?"

[Mandalorian]

he smiled "I couldn't serve to my full potential, I didn't trust myself, and i severed my connection to the physical force" he took a bite of his food grimaced slightly but managed to eat it "I can still feel the force, and feel people in the force, But i can't influence it any longer."

He took a sip of the beer, while it wasn't anythign that could come close to good it wasn't bad either. He took a swig and then continued "As for the good old days," he chuckled lightly "they weren't so good. There was always the threat that empire would attack us, and we could never move openly against the Empire. I served on a few missions with the ghosts at the time, but I never worked alone becouse I was still pretty young. Any true "exploits" i've done have happened after I left the ghosts."

[Junk Angel]

"So you weren't on Endor?" Sem brushed for a moment and blustered slightly.
She held out her hand ready to shake his.
"Pardon my manners, I'm Semilin, Sem for short."

[Rain]

Olee turmed to Jaskia.

"Actually I think I'll stay with him if thats alright." She conveyed, "After all the Force would be slightly better than a slapping droid don't you think?" She smiled.

3-B let out a muffled noise.

"So what now?"

[hk47fan]

Sora

I walked into the private area where Nait, Jaskia, and an unconscious Han. The second or third time he's visited the MedBay today...no one better be after him, but I doubt it.

I looked at Nait and Jaskia and said "Alright, fill me in on the situation."

[Abby]

“Oh, no no no no no,” Nait said, grinning at Olee. “Han deserves tough love, don’t you think?”

“Alright, what’s going on?” Sora asked, coming up behind Jaskia to peer at the unconscious man. She sensed his curiosity.

Jaskia settled for the even shorter version of events: Han was Possessed, tried to kill them, and collapsed.

[hk47fan]

Sora

"Possessed?!" I repeated in shock as I looked down at Han in shock "Is he alright so far, and in stable condition?"

What could have possessed him? Force Spirit of a Sith, maybe? Nothing else I can think of. I pondered to myself

[Abby]

Jaskia sighed and shook her head. “Honestly… I dunno. It’s a theory, anyways. I… I managed to do a neat little trick that made whatever it was go away.” Instead of pride, she showed only confusion and worry on her pale, porcelain face. Her long, curved eyelashes fluttered against her brow as she blinked, and her full lips were pursed in what seemed a frown that would last forever. “And I don’t even know what I did…”

“You think it’s made him immune to it?” nait asked sharply.

Jaskia just shrugged. “I think I gave him a sort of boost, almost. Like…” Understanding dawned on her. “Force Valor,” she breathed. “I did that to him. I gave him a barrier to hold himself against. A shield against mind control.”

Nait did look thoughtful. “Ah.” He studied her closely and shrugged. “Major power. Jedi power. It was white, wasn’t it?” Jaskia nodded. “Light-side power, then. You basically burned his essence. The guy that was controlling him, anyway. Some of that will linger there for a couple of days at least. Once it’s gone, he’ll be vulnerable again.”

“Can I do it again?” Jaskia asked.

“You tell me.”

She and Nait both locked eyes, and she knew the answer. That had drained her, what she had done. She hadn’t even realized it until now. Physically she felt fine, but her concentration was slipping, almost like she was holding on to a slippery snake. It was energy sleep could not replace, but time. She shook her head mutely.