CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dormé was soon clamping her hands over her ears in an attempt to muffle the high-pitched wailing of the ship's engines as they engaged into hyperdrive. She was not prepared for the vertigo that she soon felt or the nausea that accompanied it.
"This was not one of your better ideas, Dormé! " She groaned aloud, as she realized the storage compartment apparently was not adequately pressurized to accommodate a human passenger for hyperspace travel.
The hissing of the air-lock door dividing the storage compartment from the ship's bridge caught its passengers unaware. Anakin stood, lightsaber drawn glaring at Dormé who was dizzily stumbling toward him, before she reached out to a nearby bench and collapsed on top of it.
"Dormé! Are you crazy?" Padmé rushed to her side.
"Obviously" was the muffled reply as her hand held her head, willing the spinning to cease.
Padmé shook her head as she gazed down at her friend. "This is going to be dangerous, Dormé. You shouldn't have come."
"I had to!" She sat up suddenly, and then moved to a seated position very slowly. "I have invested way too much time not to mention endangering myself by visiting less than savory environments." Her eyes quickly shot darts at the Jedi pilot. "Oh, believe me Mi'Lady. Obi-Wan Kenobi will be at the wedding if I have to go to this planet and rescue him all by myself!"
From the nearby pilot's seat, she could hear Anakin's sarcastic hmph.
"By the way. Where exactly are we going?"
"Kintan." Anakin replied without looking away from the ship's monitors. "The home planet of the Nikto. The Morgukai clan are the ones holding Master Obi-Wan."
"Ugh! Figures." Dormé once more collapsed backward onto the bench.