"Don't just stand there, start helping him!" Anja cried, rushing over to the bunk where Kyp placed Brodey's prostrated form. The woman ran her tiny hands through his matted-down blond hair and whispered encouraging words into his ear. Kyp could sense her pain like a beacon shining across the ocean in the dead of night and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You should go tell Jag to fly the ship. Tell Jaina that she's needed more back here," He said soberly, and Anja quickly complied.

Kyp heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Jaina approaching cautiously. She seemed paralyzed with fear as she looked at Brodey lying there, and it occurred to Kyp that she must have seen her brother's body in a similar state. He walked slowly over to her, watching as the tears rolled down her face and she choked on silent sobs, and gently took hold of her shoulders.

"He needs you right now. You can save him, Jaina," Kyp whispered as his green gaze drilled into her eyes.

"I can't," She said in a tiny, high voice as more tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Don't say that, Jaina!" Kyp hissed. "You can help him. He's not dead yet and you know it!"

Jaina closed her eyes and bit her lip as she gave him a curt nod. She didn't say another word as they became one with him through the force, combining their life energies with his to salvage what little life he had left in him. Anja looked on in desperation, wishing there was something she could do to help Brodey through this ordeal. All they could do was support his life force until they reached the trained healers and bacta tanks on Eclipse.


Brodey was blinded by a bright white light that had been present since the time of his collapse. He felt himself floating upward, soaring closer to this flare of light, and he wondered if this was what it was like to become one with the force.

The light abruptly cleared and he found himself in the great hall of the Narundi palace back home. The decorations hadn't changed from his dream so he concluded it was still his wedding day. Everything was the same, from the decorations to the floral arrangements to the guests. Except that this time the picture was clearer. He could make out more of the guests in attendance. He could clearly see how beautiful a young woman his little sister had become. He could see the face of the woman sitting next to Jag.

"Anja!" Brodey rasped, his purple lips moving slightly and with great difficulty. Kyp and Jaina jumped with shock and grinned at each other, both pleased that he was showing strong signs of life.

"We're almost there, Brodey," Anja whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm here for you, sweetheart."

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