They reached a circular room which Aralia guessed was a sort of command center, two clones dressed in white uniforms, and a Kaminoan stood inside surrounding a holo-table. The blue light showing on their faces, she allowed the other members of her group through saying a quick goodbye to Sev before coming in and standing slightly behind and to the left of Master Fisto.
"Master Jedi," Aralia tried not to shudder, the Kaminoan's voice was oily and insincerity filled their tone. "Madam Kelmol." Her fingers drummed against her leg but froze as the gleaming black gaze of the Kaminoan found her own. "And who might the young one be, and where is the healer we were told was coming." Aralia bit her tongue, how young did she look! Four or sixteen, stepping forward she met Master Fisto's gaze. "She's already here Madam, Padawan learner Aralia Kryze at your service."
Surprise flickered across the clones' faces and a strange look passed over the Kaminoan's face. Her face hardened and she drew her hands out of her robe and let her hands hang at her sides. "My most humble apologies Padawan, I did not see you before my query." She nodded but she could tell even without sensing, the apology was insincere, but she merely said, "it is of no large matter. But I think it best to begin immediately, I wish to help." If she was in this room for much longer, she might give in to the uncomfortable feeling creeping down her spine. "I agree," a shooting a thankful glance at the Nautolan she excused herself and made her way down to the main portion of the station.
Immediately shedding her outer robe and tossing it into a corner she walked over to one of the clones who lay gritting his teeth, a blaster hole through his leg. Placing a hand beside the gash she closed her eyes calling out and feeling the familiar slight energy answering her call. Opening her eyes, she narrowed them at the gash before shifting her gaze to the man's face, seeing as much as sensing the pain leaving him. Quickly being replaced by confusion, "uh kid, who are you?" A smile spread across her face as she said, "Aralia, what's your name?"
"Boost sir, and that's not what I was getting at," a small chuckle slipped past her lips and she reached into the pouch strapped to her waist. The movement shifted the slight folds of her tunic, her hands finished the familiar motions to bind the gash with a bacta patch to help heal the wound, while her eyes saw the surprise flash across the man's face. His eyes set on the gleaming silver hilt of her shorter saber, clearly visible on her hip. "Sir what are you doing here?" She tilted her head asking a simple question, "why wouldn't I be?" Her hands stilled and she straightened giving her full attention to the clone. "Well sir, I guess I'd just expect a Jedi to be out on the front lines slashing droids." Shaking her head slightly she said, "I leave that to Jedi like Master Skywalker, how does that feel?"
This was how most of her time was spent on the station, working and getting to know the clones who lived there for the time. Once she had a moment to breathe, she had borrowed a long-range com device and spoke to Bariss explaining why exactly she had disappeared her friend had been in hyperspace headed for yet another battle. She had also taken to fastening her sabers to her back as the moment any of the troopers saw them, any chance at a somewhat normal conversation was gone. But soon she decided to leave them that way as it made drawing them far simpler. Every night, or what would be on night Coruscant she would fall into a dreamless sleep.
Three days passed before anything of note happened when she sat down her legs crossed and opened her senses to the Force. She was exhausted but she knew that she had been neglecting to practice her meditation for far too long already. Her vision was dark, then the darkness warped and she felt a tugging through the Force pulling her far away from the small room in the medical station, to a desert planet she recognized only from her studies at the temple. Geonosis.
The rubble of a massive building, seemingly a factory lay smoldering around two people she knew well. The human Jedi Anakin Skywalker, and a Mirialan Master by the name of Lumenara Unduli. They were arguing and the words reached her as if from far away, "if my Padawan has perished, I will mourn her. But I will celebrate her as well through her memory." Horror ripped through her heart, "well I still plan on celebrating this victory with my Padawan. In-person."
Panic seized her as her vision returned to the small room. Ashoka, Bariss, what was going on, getting swiftly to her feet she raced out the door. The white halls blurred around her as she dodged clones both in armor and white uniforms headed straight into the communication center. Her fingers tapped the controls with blinding speed, she was only a moment from initiating a transmission when a voice spoke out behind her. "What has you so worried Padawan?"
Her hands stilled and she turned to see Master Fisto standing in the door. As the panic subsided, she said, "I'm sorry Master, I was meditating, since I have neglected to do so since my arrival here. And I saw, Geonosis, it looked like a factory had been blown to pieces but..." Her voice trailed off and she fingered the sleeve of her tunic worrying the edges between her fingertips. "What did you see young one, and remember the future remains ever in motion, nothing is ever certain until it comes to pass." A sigh escaped her lips, "that is what I am worried about Master Fisto. I saw Master Unduli and Skywalker speaking of the apparent deaths of Padawans Tano and Offee. My good friends."
Her voice became dejected, her fear and worry flushing back in full force. "Focus your mind young one, if you truly care for your friends, then find them. Trust in the Force to tell you where your friends are." Her eyes widened and immediately she sat down crossing her legs and resting her hands once more on her knees. Closing her eyes she opened herself up to the Force allowing it to call out, now stronger than ever. "Ashoka," she breathed the name in a whisper, "Bariss, where are you?"
Slipping further into the trance she felt a cold shiver run down her spine, but it was faint as if far away. A creeping sensation rippled through her stomach, she dove deeper allowing herself to nearly disappear when she heard a voice she knew so very well. "I knew you'd find me Master," her vision blurred into the same destroyed factory but she smiled as two people came into focus. Dusty bruised and battered, she saw her friends alive and well Ashoka smiling up at her Master. But even as she felt a smile tip up her own lips so far away, a searing cold erupted in her gut and she screamed.
Her vision snapped to the gleaming white communication room as she doubled over, to the cold metal floor biting through her thin tunic to her skin. Clenching her hands she drew in a deep breath and began murmuring, the familiar sounds of her native tongue soothing her now racing heart. "Aliit ori'shya tal'din," the phrase slipped off her tongue simple yet to her it meant so much. "Padawan, what went wrong, what did you see?" She looked up at the Nautolan, "I made a mistake, but I don't know what exactly happened. But I now believe that my friends are alive, I only saw part of the event."
She pulled herself to her feet and said, "I think I'll go get some rest, tomorrow will be another long day." Bowing her head she left the room returning swiftly to the small room and slipping off her boots. Placing them to the side she freed her sabers from their places at her sides and tucked them under her pillow. A wave of exhaustion washed over her and she lay down allowing her eyes to close, she slept her left hand still gripping her shoto saber.