InsaneJournal

Who: Kidnapees
What: Trapped in a warehouse, waiting for the un-fun to begin, Gabriel performing a rather selective rescue
When: Night of the abductions
Where: Warehouse of absolutely no fun
Warnings: Nothing awful, probably some upset people and the language people use when upset?
Notes: You'll be inserted into the posting order when you tag in, before that your character is assumed unconscious except for Jess who is strapped down somewhere because, uh, she would kill the world.


When she woke up the first thing she did, before she sat up, before she wondered where she was, why it was so dark, was to curl in her fingers and yank her hand in towards her chest. Kriff oh kriff thank you she thought almost incoherently as she brought her other hand up and covered her eyes. She took several deep breaths, steadied herself and her presence in the Force, but she still couldn’t stop clenching and unclenching her hand, the one the demon had used to burn off Jaina’s tattoo. It’s gone, she thought, turned on her side and pulled her knees in towards her chest, letting the thought become a chant, gone, gone, gone. It’s just me.

But it wasn’t, she realized with a physical flinch as she steadied herself enough to acknowledge the presences around her and the sensation of demons, more of them and more powerful than she’d ever felt in one place, tore at her mind like serrated edges. Then there were the plans, the hints the demon had let slip about why they had all been taken… for a moment she prepared to shut down, to use that old trick of Ben’s that Jaina, the one at home, had always told her was a last resort, only to be used when she was in danger and never just to hide. ”Being a Jedi means being better than hiding out of fear,” she’d told her and remembering that now made Allana pause before she could complete the mental motion and snuff herself out of the Force. Better than hiding, better than fear she reminded herself, can’t be a Knight and still run and hide. She forced herself to open her mind instead of slamming it shut, to filter out the demons and focus on the presences, far away but easily found once she tried because of familiarity and connection. Her grandmother’s was confused, half-submerged and muddled, unfocused and untrained, but soothingly familiar. Her mother’s was bright and clear, a beacon. Cade’s was dark-edged and angry but focused in a way that made even that darkness seem safe (so long, one presumed, as it wasn’t directed at you). Jacen’s, the one she’d hesitated to find, was dark, it always was, and darker now than usual but it was there and strong and nowhere near as dark as she'd feared. It felt like the mental equivalent of steady ground and she was surprised by how reassuring it was.

She focused on them for several long moments before she’d gathered herself enough to sit up, to draw her attention back to where she’d found herself and to the others in the room with her. Physically it was pitch dark, too dark to see so much as her hand in front of her face, and it was only with her enhanced senses that she could tell she was in some sort of large room, concrete all around, with a high ceiling and (judging from a purely ordinary chill) no heating. She could sense other people around her but none of them felt familiar (though at least none of them were demons, nothing like that presence was in the room) except for her aunt, a presence a few feet away that was much too faint for her liking. She couldn’t tell if the faintness meant her aunt was unconscious, purposefully subduing her presence…or injured, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking, what if I hurt her?

The fear in that thought drove her to her feet and she staggered forward a few paces. “Aunt Jaina?” She called out softly, and then as an afterthought, “Anyone? Is anyone else awake?”</j-cut>