She was running in a dark field, something grainy and sticky attaching itself to her bare feet. She didn't know where she was headed, she only knew she had to keep going. She couldn't see anything, and sound reached her ears in muffled, undiscernable auditory clusters.
When the ground disappeared from under her feet, she didn't notice it. Everything was happening so fast, and yet so slowly. She was left wondering for long but few seconds what would await her beneath. She readied herself for the impact of a hard ground, the fiery voracity of hot boiling lava or the cold swirling abyss of a bottomless sea. But no such things ever came.
Instead, she felt herself floating, as if surrounded by a soft semi liquid substance. A pair of familiar arms wrapped themselves around her, sustaining her, going with the flow alongside her. She wanted to apologize - for what, she did not know with certainty. Perhaps for a lack of clarity or inaction on her part - but he prevented her from doing it. She could perceive the sorrow he kept buried in his heart - but it mattered less and less, as they drifted.
"Satine"
She woke up, covered in cold sweat. Obi-Wan. He had felt so real, in her dream, through the...Force, maybe? He couldn't wait anymore.
Satine realized that she really needed to be home, and the spaceship they were on would never amount to one; home was where the heart was, and she was on a mission to get reunited with it.
Therefore, despite definitely needing more time to recover, she resolved to get on her feet and get the mission going.
"F-39, reinstate the coordinates. We're leaving"
The baby, who had been very mellow up until that moment, became irritated as soon as they entered hyperspace. For some reason, it appeared to always agitate her, even while still inside the belly. Satine rocked her gently in her arm while sitting at the co-pilot chair, feeling ill-suited to cater to her daughter's needs. How in the name of Mandalore did one take proper care of a newborn? Instinctively, she roughly knew what to do, still, she wondered if the love she felt for her would be enough. There was no one she could turn to to ask for advice, no female relative or friend, no one and nothing, except for a few scattered memories and her common sense.
Cressidra seemed to perceive her insecurity, so she sat on a stool next to her, purring.
"How are you?"
"I am afraid I wouldn't know what to answer"
"It will get better"
Satine bit her lip, throwing a look at her daughter. Better. Yes, they deserved better. But now she would have to act carefully, if she wanted things to go her way.
Mandalore fast-approaching, Satine decided - with the realization of what such thing could imply one garners only when close enough to the event itself - to contact her sister. Having been shown signs of reconciliation and having no other available resource at the moment, she imagined that summoning Bo-Katan was worth a try. Satine, however, knew Mandalorians all too well to feel completely at ease. She knew about their alliances, how strong ties were once forged and how unbreakable their moral code - especially with respect to one another - was. What she didn't know, though, was whom her sister was now involved with. It was a vital piece of information that could either make or break...everything.
Bo-Katan answered promptly, abruptly, wearing the wronged expression she used to wear all-too-often as a kid. Upon seeing Satine right in front of her, her eyes and posture changed immediately. Satine could tell, even through the blurry blue image, that she was having a hard time.
"I...how? I never thought I would see this day" Bo-Katan cawed. She sounded sincere.
"It is good to see you again, Bo"