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Krakja groans awake. Ugh everything hurts. What happened?
Oh. Right.
The Jedi had tried to kill her Apprentice, and Krakja isn’t afraid to admit that she draws her passion from her loyalty, and Japr is only 14, he doesn’t even have a Name, yet.
Nonetheless, everything hurts, and she’s Force Exhausted. She thinks. It’s only happened to her once before.
And she’s captured by the Jedi.
Krakja growls. Everything hurts, but it’s a deep lesson within the Sith to learn to draw power from her pain.
And she’s not one of the best in her generation for nothing. Kriff Bane. Kriff him and the war that he created.
She’s just glad she got Japr out.
Krakja growls. She’s stuck in a kriffing lightforce cell. These things are hell on her control.
Nonetheless, she forces her body into a pose better suited for meditating.
She’s always been to fluid in the use of the Force for her fellow Sith. It’s surprisingly easy to fit into the grooves of her cage and reach out out out to her Apprentice…
“My student…” she whispers in the Force. “I will return…”
She’s out in a week. Bane glares at her. Japr hugs her.
She’s not that easy to take out.
Ej-Loo is less than surprised when ze wakes up and is immediately punched rather painfully by zir secret boyfriend.
“An Idiot you are,” Yoda says angrily. “Possibly it should not be to move an asteroid that way.”
Ej-Loo just groans, too tired to do any more. Is this Force Exhaustion. Ze’s gotten close to it before, but he’d never felt it before. Zir midichlorians, or something.
The Council didn’t seem to think it mattered, so it was fine.
Ze tries to push zirself to a sitting position, but fails utterly. Everything hurts and weighs a billion pounds.
“Did I do it, then?” ze mutters.
“Still here we are.”
Ej-Loo sighs, but sinks into the cot ze’s laying on even further. Ze feels hot and exhausted and slightly nauseous. Ze’s pretty sure it’s not supposed to hurt this much.
“Hurt this much it should not,” Yoda says. Ej-Loo slumps even more. “Fix your shields you should.”
Ej-Loo just groans, trying to sit up so that ze can meditate and do exactly that only to flop back even harder on the bed.
It hurts .
Like ze’s burnt out from the inside, or something.
Yoda laughs.
“Knew that would happen I did,” he says. “Help you I will.”
Ej-Loo smiles.
“Thank you,” ze says, then, “I hate you.”
“Hate me you do not,” Yoda says simply. “Break rules for hatred you do not.”
Ej-Loo sighs.
“You have me there,” ze says. “I love you.”
Yoda laughs.
“Love you I do, as well.”
Anakin opens his eyes, slowly. Everything hurts.
But, hey, he’s in the Resolute medbay, so something must have worked.
Ahsoka’s curled at his side, asleep. Anakin sighs. He must have really worried her. The Jedi aren’t big on affection, after all. Everything hurts, but he shifts slightly to his side.
The war is so hard on his Padawan. No child like her should have to risk losing friends and family and even her own life every day, yet here she is, a small Bacta patch on the bare part of her left arm, curled into his side in sleep because he’d almost died.
Right in front of her.
Again.
And it’s just… she’s not the only one he worries for. Casualties had already been mounting when he’d tried the desperate move, and he’s surprised Kix even let him have a bed.
He’s given explicit orders not to waste space on him in the medbay unless absolutely necessary.
He hates dangerous battles like these. Not for his own sake, but…
Innocent men with no choice in the matter. Good men. They’re loyal and skilled and each of them special and so few outside of the men themselves even care .
Woooowwwww everything still hurts. Anakin groans. Never, except once on a mission when he was twelve and one other time during a battle just a month before he was Knighted, had he managed to push himself to the point of Force Exhaustion, but both times had hurt far more than it was supposed to.
Ah the perks of being the “Chosen One.”
Hah!
He’d never believed in that.
Ahsoka lets out a groan. Oh. She must be waking up.
Well, time to put on a brave face.
Rey wakes to the sound of voices.
“She never should have tried to take that many Inq—Knights of Ren,” Ahsoka says. “Especially while also holding the door.”
“I should have been able to help.”
Finn.
“We had to get the information, Finn. You know that. And we helped 4 more stormtroopers defect.”
Poe.
“But she’ll be okay, right?”
Rose.
Rey turns her head and groans in pain.
Everyone else is there except Chewie, who was probably still in the cockpit.
“…She’ll be fine,” Ahsoka says. “But… Rey, are you in pain?”
“…Yes,” she says. Her body feels like it’s on fire.
Ahsoka smiles, but it’s not truly a happy one.
“Good, that’s what’s should happen,” Ahsoka says. “A long time ago, my Master tried to act fine after he crushed a Seppie ship and ended up falling on the floor.”
Anakin suddenly appears.
“I didn’t want to worry you, Ahsoka,” he says.
“So much good that did,” the old togruta snaps back.
Anakin sighs.
“We are not talking about this right now,” he says. “Feels like burning alive, doesn’t it?”
“It really does?” Rey asks, somewhat sarcastically. Anakin had actually been burned alive, so…
Anakin laughs.
“Mildly,” he says. “More like after the fire went out.”
Rey laughs, trying and failing to push herself to sitting until Finn helps her.
“I’m just glad we got out,” she says.
“First successful mission in a month,” Poe points out. “So am I.”
“But we crushed them,” Rose says.
“And we saved Numbers, Sevens, Rubber, and Clip,” Finn says.
Rey smiles.
“So it was a big success,” she says.
And yes, yes it was.