jadefire (jadefire) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-01-15 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | mara jade |
A Difficult Arrival (Tag Luke)
Who: Mara Jade, Luke
What: Mara's arrival on the orbital station, and prompt transfer to the med ward
Where: Orbital station, then by the time Luke answers, the refugee station.
When: This afternoon
Status: In Progress
She made her way out into the station, trying to make sense of how she had come to be here. ‘Here’ being a station orbiting Naboo. She tried to ask a few more questions to the human who’d talked to her and told her what was known at the moment, but he didn’t seem to know very much beyond something about a rift in space and time. She tried her comm, thinking maybe she could contact Luke or someone at the Temple, but couldn't seem to get through to anyone. And the human didn't seem to know anything at all about the Temple or Luke, except for something about him being "missing" for many years, which Mara knew wasn't true.
It could have been the Force that was responsible for bringing her here, or some physical entity. She wasn’t aware of any species with that kind of teleportation technology, but the galaxy was a vast place, and no one knew everything that was out there yet. Part of her wanted to know, but her overriding concern at the moment was her own condition.
She kept her guard up, years of being both the hunter and the hunted at various points conditioning her to be cautious and not to show weakness or fear. It was difficult at the moment, though, because of what was raging inside her body. The thing that was threatening for a second time to claim not only her, but her unborn child as well. There was no way she could hide her condition and how weak she was, even with the Force.
She’d been in remission from the coomb spore illness, helped by the synthetic tears she’d been taking. But, she was heavily pregnant now, and the tears were a danger to the child, a boy. Now that she’d stopped taking them, the disease was surging back. Her Jedi abilities had helped her to fight the disease up to this point, but she couldn’t hold out forever under the strain, and the disease was spreading much faster now. She’d been on the Errant Venture, bedridden, until she’d found herself here.
Med droids came to tend to her, summoned by the ambassador she'd talked to, and although she was torn, she knew that she had little choice but to allow herself to be treated. If she stayed on her feet too long, she'd likely collapse. She hated the unnatural feeling of weakness and helplessness, combined with the uncertainty of not knowing what was going on or why she was here. She let the help her onto a floating stretcher so that they could get her to the med ward, telling them what she could about her condition. She was told that she was being transferred to a ward in the "refugee station", apparently some kind of waiting area for everyone that seemed to be showing up here.
She’d looked around ever since she got here, searching for Luke. She didn’t see Luke anywhere, but she reached out through the Force, keeping her shields up against everyone around her but seeking the one person she needed with her now, the connection that had become so much a part of her own being. She couldn't see him anywhere, but his Force presence was very much there, somewhere that wasn't too distant. She waited, knowing that not many things would keep him from answering the connection and, she hoped and prayed, find her. She felt the unborn son inside of her making his presence known as well, adding to the call to his father, her husband.
< Where are you, farmboy? I don’t know what’s going on, or what I'm doing here, but I don’t like it. > she called. < I know you're here, somewhere... >