Jeyna hesitates only a moment. Can she trust him? Does she have a better option? He is Ben's uncle, and a Jedi. It is enough to make her deactivate the saber.

Moving Ben's limp body is challenging, his tall form is broad with heavy muscle. Even with Luke it is slower going than she'd like, and she stumbles as he guides them towards the beat up ship he arrived in.

"You can't take the First Order shuttle. They can track it," Luke argues around huffing for breath, noticing her wary glance up at the vessel. "What does this kid eat? Ferrocrete?" he complains, attempting to shift Ben's torso into a more secure grip.

Jeyna's still uncertain as they start up the ramp to the older ship, knowing instinctively that Ben would not like this turn of events. But she knows Luke is right about taking the shuttle. If the First Order got a hold of Ben in his current state… the image of Hux fills her mind, his face gleeful at finally having the upper hand. Who knows what other enemies he might have within the Order? If the Knights turned on him, what is to stop others from following suit? Even as the Supreme Leader, his power relied on his ability to defend it. She can't risk taking him back there like this, she reasons.

They're staggering through the main hold towards what she presumes is the medical bay when HK pipes up unhelpfully. "Master, the injured organ sack's vitals suggest he is entering a state of shock."

"It's this damn planet," Luke groans as they awkwardly shuffle Ben around the corner. "It's draining his life force."

They settle Ben clumsily onto the medbay table. Jeyna tries to not look at his face in an effort to focus, immediately turning to search the supplies. She spots Bacta, but Luke shoves an aerosol binding agent at her. "Apply that first to stop the bleeding," he directs. "I'm going to get us into hyperspace, then I'll be back."

"HK, alert me of cardiorespiratory changes," she requests, attempting to rip his shirt open further at the wound site on his shoulder. She gives up, the thick combat suit not giving enough, and pulls open drawers frantically until she finds scissors.

She cuts open the material enough to access the wound, the ship staggering beneath her as they lift off. She washes the wound off quickly and applies the binding agent, before repeating the same procedure on the second injury. Her hands are still shaking with nerves as she starts on the Bacta patches, making sure to cover the wounds thoroughly.

When she's done, she hesitates, wringing her hands anxiously. She barely notices as they jump to hyperspace, wondering what more she should do. "HK, what else do you do for someone in shock?" Jeyna asks helplessly. Her medical knowledge is limited, and she wishes she could do more.

"I do not know, Master. Explanation: My knowledge of organics is limited to cessation of life functions, not preservation of them."

She doesn't bother to brush her tears away as she finally lets herself focus on Ben's face. He's so pale, his skin a clammy white. She reaches up to stroke the dark, damp strands of hair off his forehead. Even with the touch of the force creeping back into her awareness, she can't feel him. He's always been the one preserving their connection, and she struggles to forge it on her own.

Her breathing hitches with the urge to sob. She scrambles to think. He's lost a lot of blood, but she has no idea how to go about doing intravenous fluids without the help of a med droid. She brushes his hair back absentmindedly, struggling to expand her chest against the anxiety crushing it.

"He's going to be okay now," Luke's gruff voice comes from the doorway to the medbay. She turns to look at him, noticing the way his features relax in sympathy. "He just needs time."

The older man enters the small space, and she watches as he takes something from a drawer, recognizing it as a syringe. Her hand flies towards him to stop him. "Wait, what is that?"

"Sedatives. If he wakes up injured and confused, and sees me, he'll try to kill me," Luke explains. He watches her, waiting for her to drop her hold of his arm.

"Why?" she asks finally.

"I'm going to try to speed up his recovery, but I'd like to sedate him first," Luke says, ignoring her question. She drops her hand slowly, watching him inject the substance before dropping the needle. Luke reaches out, his eyes closing, and she is surprised to see one of his hands is a mechanical prosthetic. She hadn't noticed it before, in her haste to get Ben off Nathema. Jeyna gasps as she suddenly feels the thrum of the force filling the small space. The only time she's felt it stronger is when Ben shares it with her.

She looks to Ben's face, and is relieved to see color flush back into his skin. His chest rises and falls more steadily, and it settles her emotions as she watches him. When the anxiety eases out of her chest, she's left feeling exhausted.

"Vital signs improving, Master," HK shares.

Luke's hands fall as he staggers back, catching himself on the short counter along the wall. She feels as the energy flowing from him is cut off abruptly. "It's been a long time," he groans, steadying himself.

"Since you used the force?" she ventures, remembering Leia mentioning his exile.

He gives her a curious look. "Yes. You can feel it?"

Jeyna nods. "Only a little," she admits. Luke looks even more curious, his head slowly cocking to the side in a way that reminds her of Ben as he studies her. She studies him back, just as intrigued despite her tiredness. "Why didn't the planet seem to bother you?" she asks after a moment, breaking their silent standoff.

"I can cut myself off from the force. I've been living for years that way," Luke answers. Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He gives her a wry smile.

"I didn't think a Jedi would choose to do something like that," Jeyna says. "It seems…drastic."

"Drastic. Yes," he says, the smile twisting into more of a grimace. "But I'm not a Jedi any longer."

"Why not?" she asks immediately. Leia hadn't explained much beyond that it had something to do with Ben's fall to the dark side. His face darkens and he doesn't answer her.

"Does it have to do with why Ben would try to kill you?" she pushes suspiciously, returning to the topic he'd tried to avoid. His gaze becomes distant, unfocused, as he lets silence stretch on.

"I made a mistake. Many years ago," Luke says finally, voice quiet. "I felt a darkness rising, and I believed it to be in Ben. It wasn't until recently, when I felt it again, that I realized it was never Ben I was feeling. It was something haunting him."

Her brow furrows and she steps closer to Ben, protectiveness lingering in her. His face looks almost serene under the effects of the sedatives. "That doesn't explain everything…" she points out after a moment. She can tell he is leaving something out, a crucial part of their history.

Luke gives a sigh that is nothing short of painful. "I looked into his mind one night, and when I felt that terrible darkness, I ignited my lightsaber. It was just a moment. An instinct. But he woke up, just then." Jeyna breathes in sharply at the confession, at the emotion tearing through his voice, making it rough and wavering. "I was the last person he was supposed to trust, and he saw me standing above him, poised as if to strike him down."

The memory of a recurring dream plays in Jeyna's mind, and she realizes it is coming from Ben. A flash of green, a feeling of betrayal that makes her heart ache. Is he dreaming it again? Or is some part of him conscious of their conversation?

"My Jedi temple burned to the ground that night. The padawans inside perished," Luke continues. "All of these years, I thought Ben had done it. I thought he had fallen to the dark side that night, that my moment of weakness had lost him."

Jeyna frowns as things settle into place, his history now a clear picture to her. Why he had ran to the First Order, embraced someone like Snoke who hurt him and used him… He had felt rejected by his parents, and believed his uncle had tried to kill him instead of help him. She looks from Ben to Luke, and she sees the older man looks haunted, his eyes shadowed as he finally looks at his nephew for more than a brief glance.

"I don't think he ever fell to the dark side," Jeyna admits, her voice sounding small in the suffocating silence that follows Luke's confession. "He tried to, but I don't think he could…"

"Perhaps. When I reached out recently, after so many years avoiding it…I felt the light in him. It was strong," Luke says. "The Knights of Ren must have felt it too."

"How did they find us? How did you find us?" Jeyna questions.

"There is someone in the First Order leaking information to the Resistance. Once I left my exile, it was a simple matter of getting that information from Leia. She was happy to tell me anything that might save her son," Luke says, sighing.

He tears his gaze away from Ben finally, straightening to his full height for the first time since he exhausted himself using the force. When he looks at Jeyna, his eyes are hard with determination. "What did you find on Nathema?"

"A map," she admits. She neglects to mention the small device, like a minature holocron, tucked into her pocket.

"Do you have any idea what it leads to?" he asks.

"No," she says simply. Something within her is resistant to sharing more than that, unsure how much Ben would want his uncle involved given their past.

Luke looks suspicious, but nods after a moment of scrutiny. "We need to keep it away from the First Order. Leia thinks it leads to a weapon of some sort, left by Revan. Once Ben's recovered, we should take the map to her for safe keeping."

Jeyna frowns. "I don't want the First Order to have it either. But this doesn't mean we work for the Resistance now," she tells him. Luke scowls.

"This isn't the kind of thing where you can avoid picking sides, kid," he tells her after a moment. She scowls in return at the nickname before forcing herself to calm down. Her nerves are eroded, and rationality comes harder than she'd like.

"I'm not a kid, and neither is Ben. We'll make our own choices, so don't assume for us," Jeyna says.

Luke raises his eyebrows, looking unimpressed. "Right. Rebelliousness of youth. Sure."

She fights back the urge to make a quip back at him, ignoring his heavy sarcasm. He turns to leave the medbay. "I'm going to get us out of hyperspace. Warn me if the sedatives start wearing off."

Jeyna watches him go before dragging the only metal chair closer to the lab table, letting herself collapse into it. She's exhausted on a whole new level. It isn't just physical tiredness that burdens her, but something deeper. She feels like Nathema had reached into her soul and drained a battery there.

"HK, alert me if Ben starts waking up," she requests.

"Of course, Master. I will make the organ sack's sleep status my top priority."

It isn't long before she rests her head down, on Ben's uninjured arm. Her eyes slide shut as she drifts into unconsciousness.

Later

The rumble awakens her with a start, as she feels the ground beneath her shake steadily and then stop. She falters for only a moment before remembering she is on Luke's ship. But the surface beneath her head is cold metal, not the warm contact she last remembers.

Jeyna jerks upright, eyes flying around the medbay to land on HK, crumpled into the wall. Her mouth falls open at the sight of his processor sparking, as if something had ripped the wires out and left them exposed.

Ben is nowhere to be seen. Panic jumps into her throat as she realizes she had fallen asleep without meaning to. She stumbles from the medbay, trying to shake the stubborn grip of sleep from her mind. The ship is empty as she rushes through, including the cockpit. She comes to a stop there, beside the pilot's seat. The viewport shows her quite clearly that they are no longer in space.

She should have realized the vibration of the engines was missing. Out past the control panel, she sees a landscape that is covered in the darkness of night. Rain lashes the windows in gusts of wind.

Jeyna turns, hurrying back through the old ship to the main hold. Someone left the door open, and she nearly slips on the wet metal as she descends down the ramp into the storm. The ship is resting atop a rocky hillside, and she can vaguely make out cliffs in the distance. They fall away into an ocean, she hears the sound of it over the rain. It is raging, violent. Flashes of lightning illuminate the towering waves crashing against rocky outcroppings.

The ground beneath her feet shudders again, and her breathing comes quicker in fear. Where is Ben? Where is Luke? What planet are they on?

She presses forward, feet sliding on the soaking wet slope, away from the cliffs and further up the hill. As she rounds the ship, she sees the glowing in the distance. Two beams light up the hillside, even as she can't make out who holds them. One is a flaring red color, the other a stable green.