WHO: Anakin Solo and open to all WHAT: What the kriff there were Voxyn lots of Voxyn, also...wasn't I bleeding to death? WHERE: A street somewhere, he has no clue WHEN: Late Night RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
He'd been ready to die, he knew it, somehow he knew this was the only way. Besides Jaina and Jacen had to live, had to go on, he knew that too, there was something inside them, the bond that he'd never quite shared but had never been jealous of. They were destined for more than fighting this war.
Oh he didn't have a deathwish by any means, and Tahiri, He'd miss Tahiri. He hoped they'd look out for her, he'd asked Jacen to look out for her. To keep her safe.
She'd be okay.
He couldn't feel the pain anymore, not really, He could feel nothing but the Force, and he knew with certainty that his friends would win, would survive., he had bought them time,
He gave himself over to the Force completely, he prepared to move on.
What he didn't expect was to wake up, healed and oddly unafraid, in some weird looking city. It was like nothing he recognized, old for one thing, very very old. And grimy.
This was interesting. And, he realized with a wince, he didn't have his lightsaber. That was going to annoy him when he had time to think about it properly. Mostly right now his thought process was simple, ... not dead, Astral
He streached out with the Force and pinpointed at least three of his team.
Alema Rar, Tenel Ka, and Jaina.
Jaina, but he couldn't feel Jacen. Why couldn't he find his brother?
But Jaina, he could sense Jaina. He called out to his sister through their bond, again with one very simple and direct thought What the kriff?