Where was I? Tiled halls, white walls, wooden doors every few feet. There were men and women walking by me, not acknowledging my existence. Some wore plain blue and pink clothes, while others wore white lab coats. I was confused, not recognizing anything around me but the race of being.
'Doctor Schueller to room 331, Doctor Schueller to room 331.' Said a voice over the intercom.
"Shit." Muttered some one behind me, a man wwearing a lab coat. He didn't have the Imperial symbol, so he was more trustworthy.
"Hello?" I asked, trying to grab his shoulder. He just moved through me, picking up the pace as he made a turn. I made to follow him, catching up with my cybernetics. He got to the room and opened the door, finding a couple of nurses restraining a seizing girl to her bed. A familiar woman was in the corner, covering her face. The girl settled, the heart monitor beside the bed returning to normal.
"How much has the rate increased?" Asked the doctor.
"Too much. Maybe once every couple days. They're getting worse, and the brain activity hasn't changed." Answered one of the nurses.
"Thank you." Replied the doctor in a quiet voice. The two left, leaving the doctor, myself, and the mystery woman."Mrs. Lyons..." He began.
"No. Absolutely not." She answered, removing her hands. My brain clicked, recognizing the brown eyes of my mother.
"She's only getting worse, Ma'am. She's suffering." The doctor argued.
"Not yet. She's a fighter. She'll wake up before you know it." She shook her head, walking to the side of the bed and taking the girl's hand.
"Mom?" I came up beside her, trying to take her hand.
"Come on, Kate. One more miracle." She quietly begged. I looked at the coma patient, freezing when I beheld my own face. My face was sunken in, skin pale due to lack of sunlight and nourishment.
"No." I sighed. "Mom. Mom! I'll come back as soon as I can! I promise! Mom!"
"Mom!"
"Mom!" I opened my tired old eyes from meditation when Padmé shook me on the arm.
"Mom! Mom, there's a battle in space!" She alerted excitedly, practically pulling me to my feet and dragging me out into the early afternoon heat. I looked upwards and saw a Star Destroyer firing at an Alderaanian Cruiser directly above the planet. "Why do you think they're attacking them?" She asked.
"I'm not sure, but I feel familiar presences aboard the cruiser. Where's your father?" I asked, knowing exactly what was happening.
"He went to get more food, should be back in an hour or so." She answered.
"Alright." I replied, rubbing my lightsaber dreamily.
"You know what is to occur in the future. You know that Luke and Leia are destined to stop their father." Qui-Gon said.
"Yes, but I could go up there right now, and end this before anything needs to start." I spoke quietly.
"That could change the future for better or worse. Do you want to take that risk?" He asked me.
"No. Events must unfold as they should. I will merely aid in that effort." I answered, heading back inside. I sat down shakily, my knee had been getting worse with age. It was when Obi-Wan entered the room far later that I decided to speak up.
"Dear." I addressed him. He didn't turn around as he stowed the food and supplies away.
"Yes, Kate?" He asked, continuing to unpack.
"You saw the battle in the sky earlier. You remember what that means, don't you?" I asked him. He stopped and sighed heavily.
"I remember." He responded, turning to look at me.
"It's time." I said. Padmé looked between us, obviously confused.
"Sorry, what?" She asked, sitting beside me.
"We never told you everything about your mother. She's a prophet of sorts. She knows the exact course of the future." Obi-Wan said hesitantly. She seemed scared of that information.
"How do you know it's the truth?" She asked.
"A test." I offered. "In the next day or two the Lars homestead will gain two more droids. A golden protocol droid named C-3PO, and a blue and white astromech named R2-D2." I foretold. Padmé scoffed at me, not believing a word of it.
"Right. While you're at it, throw in a big secret plot with them. They're with the Rebellion, for instance." She mocked. I looked down, knowing I should keep my mouth shut. After a moment I couldn't help it.
"Fine. The two droids are with the Rebellion and are carrying stolen plans to a super weapon along with a plea for help." I added confidently.
"And what's this weapon called?" She mocked further.
"That's enough." Obi-Wan butted in.
"The Death Star." I finished.
"Kate, you know we can't know these things. If they find us here we're as good as dead, and you'll be tortured for information." Obi-Wan warned.
"I know, I just needed to prove a point." I muttered. He sighed, but said nothing more. I went to the basement, turning on the light on a desk and jotting down more notes on anything I could remember about the expanded universe. I had already documented Abeloth, the Starweird, the nature of hyperspace, and a lot of other things. When we left, I would leave it exactly where it was. Luke would find it when he made a new lightsaber.
If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that they had to be prepared for what was coming. Padmé could be an unfortunate wild card, depending on how her life went. If my vision held true, which they always do in things like this, she would turn to the dark side. I would have to monitor her from now on, looking for any signs of darkness.