Star Wars
Not Without a Fight
The pain was agonizing. That damn bounty hunter had shot her straight in the abdomen. She didn't think it would end this way, or this time, or that it would hurt quite so much.
"Don't leave me. I wanted to say—"
"Siri, I must get a medpac."
"For star's sake, Obi-Wan, I'm dying," she said, filled with pain. Her lover was such a worrier. But she loved him. "Do you have to interrupt me now?"
She saw a tear drop from his eyes. Oh, Obi-wan…
"You're not dying," he said, more tears coming. She had never seen him cry, and had never expected him to. He was so strong, so strong--
Her warming crystal. "I can't…get it for me," she said, her abdomen on fire. She was getting weaker by the second. She saw the puzzlement on his face, then the reckoning. He got it for her, and put it in her hands. Another tear dropped on her face, and slid into her mouth. The saltiness was almost sweet to her taste buds. "No…yours," she said with effort, dropping it in his hands. "Now I will never leave you."
"You will never leave me," Obi-Wan replied, repeating her, the way he always repeated. She tried to laugh. She reached her hand up, summoning all her strength left. "Don't worry so much," she said, giving a tiny smile, and brushed his cheek. As her eyes closed, she had only one thought. I love you, Obi-Wan…
Prologue
The naked human woman squirmed before him in the bacta-filled container. She thrashed, as if in a horrific nightmare. Darth Sidious smiled. Siri Tachi had been a beautiful woman, but he had given human qualities up for the ultimate power of the dark side. The process was nearly complete. With the resurrection of her body, Siri's life essence would soon follow to join with it. This happened naturally, and only to those who had joined with the Force.
"We have an REM, sir," said the medical droid at the side of the capsule. Sidious smiled. REM meant dreams, and dreams meant a soul. Siri was alive. She was crucial to his plot, another weakening tool to cripple the Republic.
Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan… The name was repeated over and over again. Siri was dizzy, and disoriented. Half-conscious, she vaguely remembered lying in a cockpit, a large blaster wound scorching on her stomach. She gave him her warming crystal…and then…darkness. Now, she wasn't even sure if she was alive. She felt alive, and yet…
She was very confused, and she hated being confused. Slowly consciousness began to welcome her with open arms. The dark curtain of the unknown peeled back, and she felt truly alive.