Thump.
Anakin Solo landed hard against the durecrete wall of the cell he had been unceremoniously dumped in. Through a wave of nausea Anakin took in his surroundings as he'd been taught. He glanced around, one of the few movements that brought him little pain. The cell was about five meters long and about four wide. A bit big for only one occupant. It was damp and the area he was laying in was oddly filled with mist. He wasn't at all certain if what was impairing his vision was really mist of if he was worse off than he originally thought.
Anakin reached out with his senses and discovered he was planet bound and that this wasn't his first time here though he couldn't plot where "here" was.
*I should be dead,* Anakin thought, reliving what had happened in those last nightmarish days. Worry for his siblings and fellow Jedi immediately enveloped him. Questions he could not answer rose to his mind. Where are they? Did they escape without me? Are they safe?
Frustration filled his heart. He could feel and touch the Force which meant there were no ylasimari nearby. Yet his loved ones he could no longer touch through the Force. He could no longer be assured of their safety.
He could not sense his mother along with the constant worry she held close for the safety of her family.
No, not his father, with his wry grin and snide remarks.
Neither confused Jacen with his head abuzz with questions nor Jaina with her cool and calm demeanor.
The courage and sharp wit he had often associated with his Uncle Luke and Aunt Mara were invisible to Anakin. He couldn't even feel the blaze of light that was his cousin Ben.
*Tahiri.*
Tahiri, she was foremost in his thoughts. Had there been one moment, Anakin asked himself, that he had not thought of her?
No, of course not.
*Soon then*. His last words to her. To Tahiri. What did they mean now? He may never again see her. Her bright green eyes sparkled with a joy for life and it was him that she decided to share that with.
And if he could not sense his family then his family could not sense him. The revelation made his jaw drop and with it went his heart. What would his death do to them? Because there was no other conclusion they would come to. Anakin Solo was dead. "Tahiri," he gasped, "I'm here." There was no response of course and the silence ate at him. Anakin was truly alone. Being wounded, he couldn't immediately plan escape. He didn't even have the Force to heal him. He seemed to be in a situation in which there was no way out. His luck had finally run out.
Hr recalled a conversation with Corran Horn in the Yag'Dhul system, it was years ago but he could still recall it clearly.
He remembered Corran saying, "Maybe this will teach yourself that luck isn't the bottomless well you seem to think it is."
And then: "You can't stroll to every reactor going supercritical and walk again. You aren't immortal and you aren't invincible. So far your quick thinking and strength in the Force have just barely managed to counter- balance your recklessness. But one day, the fraction is going to tip on the other side of the line. Maybe it already has. If you don't come to terms with that, you're going to get a nasty surprise."
He was then reminded of his brash response. "Everyone gets a nasty surprise one day. I'd rather get it standing up then lying down."
Anakin hadn't appreciated the advice at the time. He'd been the typical teenager with his 'know one understands me' routine. He had been too sure of himself and he still was. And who had to pay for his mistakes? His family. His friends. Anyone whose life was entwined with his was affected. He may be doomed and he could come to grips with that because he certainly found out that his luck had run out and that his power in the Force didn't make him invincible. But what if his recklessness had doomed everyone else? How could he live with that? He couldn't. Hs reactor had gone critical and Anakin had to try to clean up the debris.
Anakin suddenly rose out of his self pity. He wasn't one to sit idly. With determination Anakin vowed he would see Tahiri soon and clean up his, yes, Anakin's mess. He may be wounded but there was one thing that wasn't hurt and that was his mind.
The most important thing to find out was how he got here. Doesn't seem anywhere like Myrkr and when her first came to consciousness he got the sense that he'd been here before.
The force field locking him in this room glowed with strength. When he was young, Anakin and his siblings had used the Force to manipulate the force field so they could pass through when they had been little. Maybe he could do it again.
*Though without help from Jacen and Jaina it might be more difficult.*
Suppressing a groan he attempted to rise to his feet. He would get out of here. Anakin couldn't bite back a cry as his abdomen exploded with pain. *Not yet. You'd think that the force that could keep me alive could completely heal me also.* He gently lowered himself down and drifted off in a long healing sleep. Dreaming of a girl with bright green eyes and a spirit that would keep him sane in the days to come.
Anakin Solo landed hard against the durecrete wall of the cell he had been unceremoniously dumped in. Through a wave of nausea Anakin took in his surroundings as he'd been taught. He glanced around, one of the few movements that brought him little pain. The cell was about five meters long and about four wide. A bit big for only one occupant. It was damp and the area he was laying in was oddly filled with mist. He wasn't at all certain if what was impairing his vision was really mist of if he was worse off than he originally thought.
Anakin reached out with his senses and discovered he was planet bound and that this wasn't his first time here though he couldn't plot where "here" was.
*I should be dead,* Anakin thought, reliving what had happened in those last nightmarish days. Worry for his siblings and fellow Jedi immediately enveloped him. Questions he could not answer rose to his mind. Where are they? Did they escape without me? Are they safe?
Frustration filled his heart. He could feel and touch the Force which meant there were no ylasimari nearby. Yet his loved ones he could no longer touch through the Force. He could no longer be assured of their safety.
He could not sense his mother along with the constant worry she held close for the safety of her family.
No, not his father, with his wry grin and snide remarks.
Neither confused Jacen with his head abuzz with questions nor Jaina with her cool and calm demeanor.
The courage and sharp wit he had often associated with his Uncle Luke and Aunt Mara were invisible to Anakin. He couldn't even feel the blaze of light that was his cousin Ben.
*Tahiri.*
Tahiri, she was foremost in his thoughts. Had there been one moment, Anakin asked himself, that he had not thought of her?
No, of course not.
*Soon then*. His last words to her. To Tahiri. What did they mean now? He may never again see her. Her bright green eyes sparkled with a joy for life and it was him that she decided to share that with.
And if he could not sense his family then his family could not sense him. The revelation made his jaw drop and with it went his heart. What would his death do to them? Because there was no other conclusion they would come to. Anakin Solo was dead. "Tahiri," he gasped, "I'm here." There was no response of course and the silence ate at him. Anakin was truly alone. Being wounded, he couldn't immediately plan escape. He didn't even have the Force to heal him. He seemed to be in a situation in which there was no way out. His luck had finally run out.
Hr recalled a conversation with Corran Horn in the Yag'Dhul system, it was years ago but he could still recall it clearly.
He remembered Corran saying, "Maybe this will teach yourself that luck isn't the bottomless well you seem to think it is."
And then: "You can't stroll to every reactor going supercritical and walk again. You aren't immortal and you aren't invincible. So far your quick thinking and strength in the Force have just barely managed to counter- balance your recklessness. But one day, the fraction is going to tip on the other side of the line. Maybe it already has. If you don't come to terms with that, you're going to get a nasty surprise."
He was then reminded of his brash response. "Everyone gets a nasty surprise one day. I'd rather get it standing up then lying down."
Anakin hadn't appreciated the advice at the time. He'd been the typical teenager with his 'know one understands me' routine. He had been too sure of himself and he still was. And who had to pay for his mistakes? His family. His friends. Anyone whose life was entwined with his was affected. He may be doomed and he could come to grips with that because he certainly found out that his luck had run out and that his power in the Force didn't make him invincible. But what if his recklessness had doomed everyone else? How could he live with that? He couldn't. Hs reactor had gone critical and Anakin had to try to clean up the debris.
Anakin suddenly rose out of his self pity. He wasn't one to sit idly. With determination Anakin vowed he would see Tahiri soon and clean up his, yes, Anakin's mess. He may be wounded but there was one thing that wasn't hurt and that was his mind.
The most important thing to find out was how he got here. Doesn't seem anywhere like Myrkr and when her first came to consciousness he got the sense that he'd been here before.
The force field locking him in this room glowed with strength. When he was young, Anakin and his siblings had used the Force to manipulate the force field so they could pass through when they had been little. Maybe he could do it again.
*Though without help from Jacen and Jaina it might be more difficult.*
Suppressing a groan he attempted to rise to his feet. He would get out of here. Anakin couldn't bite back a cry as his abdomen exploded with pain. *Not yet. You'd think that the force that could keep me alive could completely heal me also.* He gently lowered himself down and drifted off in a long healing sleep. Dreaming of a girl with bright green eyes and a spirit that would keep him sane in the days to come.