Dazed
Ahsoka found herself in the Banshee's cockpit. In the pilot's seat.
Why was she in the pilot's seat? Ventress never gave her control of the ship.
Asajj. The bounty hunter fight. The scream. Injuries.
Where is Asajj? Ahsoka strained her legs to support her weight.
Ahsoka's vision crumbled under the pounding in her temples. She sat back down.
Head injury. Concussion, probably. Which would explain the memory issues.
Ahsoka cradled her head. She remembered Barriss leaving her in the street.
Where was she now? Right, the Banshee cockpit. Pilot's seat. In hyperspace.
Hyperspace. With no known destination or time of arrival.
The stars really are very beautiful seen like this. So lonely at night, but here they blend together in a gorgeous tapestry of interconnected—
Focus. She had to focus. Her memory wasn't all together right now, if she didn't focus she had no hope of doing anything.
But what was she supposed to be focusing on? It had seemed so important a moment ago.
Where was she again? The Banshee. Asajj must have left her in charge so she could sleep.
Why couldn't she remember? Wouldn't be a problem if her head didn't hurt so much.
The scream. The pain. And then Barriss was there.
How had she gotten there? She'd been arrested. And now she wore armor?
The Jedi would recapture her. Ahsoka wasn't sure how she felt about that.
And who was that with her? With the sun behind them, they just looked like darkness.
Dark like space. Not hyperspace like this, regular space, where the gaps between the stars were infinite and infinitesimal.
…The Banshee is in hyperspace. Ahsoka was piloting the Banshee. She didn't know where she was going.
That isn't good. Ahsoka reached for the controls.
Her right arm wouldn't move. He left hand flared in pain as she tried to grasp the throttle.
Somehow she felt this was important. She pulled the ship out of hypserspace.
The Nav computer should have had coordinates for where they'd stopped. It did not.
The window wasn't helpful. No planet, star, or asteroid nearby.
Space seemed so dark and yet so full. Easy to forget in the core worlds just how many stars there are in the galaxy.
As the Banshee listed aimlessly, Ahsoka caught sight of the galaxy's center. So far away, but still, so very beautiful. Not even Ventress could deny that.
Asajj. She'd been injured on Corellia. Had she healed at all?
Ahsoka spun her chair around and staggered towards her partner's cabin.
Why did her head hurt so much?
Ahsoka woke up lying facedown in the Banshee's main room. She climbed to her feet with care, nursing her…everything. With an exhausted sigh, she leaned against the ship's unadorned walls and took stock of her situation.
Shewas in rough shape. Ignoring the uniform soreness throughout her body from her nap on the metal floor, she'd been deafened by a Force Scream, she'd taken a blaster bolt to her right shoulder which apparently did some nerve damage, judging by her arm's continued refusal to do anything, her nose had been broken, as had a finger on her left hand, her legs were burnt so thoroughly that any movement was rather nauseating, and at some point she'd been concussed hard enough that she didn't actually remember how she'd gotten from that street in Corellia to…somewhere in space, apparently.
Her injuries didn't worry her too much. She'd learned to use the Force let her recover from most physical injuries. The nerve damage in her shoulder would be a nuisance, but pain was no stranger in her life. The concussion was rather more alarming; brain injuries are subtle things, unpredictable, and this was far from her first. She'd have to be more careful in the future. Emulate Obi-Wan a bit more than Anakin. Or better yet, find a way to stop fighting altogether.
But her brain did seem to be functioning properly now, so she'd put up with the pain for a little bit longer until she could be certain that it was her highest priority.
Ahsoka closed her eyes and exhaled. Empty the mind. She reached out and felt the living Force around her.
A couple pointless levitations later, Ahsoka felt satisfied that her connection to the Force was as healthy as she could hope for. She hoped that that would be enough to warn her if anything dangerous were to approach wherever they were in the galaxy.
Ahsoka took a couple unsteady steps before banishing her pride and pulling a loose bar to her. It was a unwieldy sort of cane, but it would get her where she needed to go.
Ahsoka did her best to stifle the renewed sense of loss as she remembered the metal she usually held. Her lightsabers had been her last real connection to the Jedi order. She idly wondered if she'd recovered their fractured remains in the time she couldn't remember.
The door to Asajj's cabin opened with a hiss. Its owner laid in her bed, dead to the world. But not quite dead.
Ahsoka set to work.
That would have to do for now. Ahsoka was confident that Asajj wasn't getting worse. The woman still held to life by a thread, but she had a strong grip.
Barriss had done good work, but incomplete; Ventress had been shot thrice, in lung, spine, and throat. Barriss had repaired the lung damage, knit the spine back together, closed the hole in her throat, saved her life, but had done nothing to heal Ventress's vocal cords. She may never speak again.
Ahsoka limped back to the ship's controls. The Banshee was nearly as mangled as her owner, but she had clearly been through some kind of action between Coronet City and the hyperspace jump. Most of the damage was fairly incidental; the starboard shield generator had shut itself down, and both the dorsal tri-turret and the landing ramp were locked in position. Nothing Ahsoka couldn't fix with a bit of time and the tools on board. But the communications array and the navicomputer were completely fried; Ahsoka hadn't the faintest idea whether she was in the Galaxy's core or the furthest reaches of the Outer Rim.
By some providence of the Force, though, the ship detected a habitable planet not far off. With any amount of luck, they'd find enough civilization there to heal themselves and fix the ship.
"No, not luck," Ahsoka chided herself. "Obi-Wan would say there's no such thing. Only the Will of the Force."
The trip would take several hours. Ahsoka programmed the auto-pilot and returned to her patient. Perhaps she would have some good news when Ventress awoke.