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…
