Bastila:

            Urge it slowly, gently. Push the ribbon slowly into itself and watch it revert into nothingness and—

            I was startled by my own gasp.  Cold sweat clung to my limbs and my knees were buckling.  I was conscious!  I was the master of my body again.

            It was dark, but the only breathing I could hear was my own.  I allowed myself to slide to my knees, sucking air in desperately.  Calm, I tried to soothe myself, you are free.  Free!

            I jerked the neural disruptor from my head immediately.  It clattered against the floor of my prison aimlessly.  Now I had to figure out a way to escape.

            I attempted to force the bars of my prison apart.  I was immediately struck with a wave of dizzying pain.  Too soon, I must have still been suffering from the affects of the neural disruptor.  But I couldn't just wait for the Black Vulkars to realize that I was here and fully conscious.

            I tried one more time and was hit with agony.  Thousands of needles were being driven into the base of my skull.  I had to come up with a plan and quick.

            I picked up that wretched crown.  I ran my fingers around the inside of the disruptor and snapped off one of the mechanisms.  I would have to wear that blasted thing again until I could heal myself.

            As long as it is broken, it can't hurt you, I told myself silently.  I dropped the disruptor back on my head.  Nothing.  I heaved a sigh of relief.  I stood and leaned against the side of my prison.

            I began to coax the outside world into disappearing.  Opened up to be embraced by the Force, I slipped into a healing trance.

            There is no emotion; there is peace.  There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.  There is no chaos; there is humility.  There is no passion; there is serenity.  There is no darkness; there is the light.  There is no death; there is the Force.  I am Bastila Shan, the Force fights with me and all others will tremble…