Ben placed his hand over the oozing wound on his wife's hip and diverted the energy still humming through his veins into her wound. He could feel the severed veins and arteries knitting back together as if it were happening inside his own body. He became aware of a group of people traveling towards him so fast they could only be traveling via one of the horizontal turbolifts that conveyed personnel and/or freight all throughout the massive ship like a human's circulatory system carries blood. He laid Rey gently on the ground beside the turbolift's door and took a deep breath, held it for few seconds then exhaled slowly and ignited his light saber.
The lift doors hissed open and a dozen hand held blastercannons turned toward him. Instantly a surge of Force shot through him along with a jolt of purely human adrenalin… he threw himself into the turbolift hacking and slashing, severing cannons and limbs alike.
The fight didn't last long enough for even one Force-befuddled mignight-blue armored trooper to line up a shot and pull the trigger. He held the doors open and retrieved Rey for the ride to the hangar where they'd left Chewbacca and the Millenium Falcon. "Chewie," He whispered, touching the gold dot behind his ear with an invisible tendril of Force energy.
He couldn't help but wonder about the staggeringly huge amount of Force energy he could feel zinging through him with what, he judged, was nearly enough power to cause the bright blue-white glow he'd only experienced once before… while holding Rey's dead body against his heart.
She had lost so much blood her heart was barely beating... his was hammering painfully in his throat and throbbing in his chest at the same time. Interminible minutes passed as he felt not only her heart laboring, but two other, tiny hearts struggling to keep beating.
He sank to the floor cradling her head against his uninjured left shoulder he placed his right hand against her heart, closed his still bright yellow eyes and concentrated every bit of his being on transferring the energy zinging through him into her faltering heart. He lost all sensation in his body as his hand began to glow against her chest. The bright scarlet light quickly faded just as quickly into a lilac rose that faded into a blue-white shimmer of blinding intensity.
He could feel her body being bolstered by his efforts as all three hearts began to beat more strongly. Even the insides of his eyelids were whitened in the glare of brilliant white light as his body began to hum and the light crept up his arm and spread to his whole body.
When the lift doors opened into the ridiculously huge fighter bay that was currently housing the Falcon along with several thousand troopers in bright crimson armor of the light-weapon-resistant variety and one blue alien dressed in white, Ben stepped out and Rey's skin erupted into bright white light the same as his.
To those already in the hangar it appeared as if ten foot wide star had burst free of the lift and across the hanger… the light was so brilliant that even the shieled eyes of the troopers had to turn away from it.
Ben hurried across the tarmac, and Force-leapt onto the top of the Falcon, the glowing light fading away as he crossed to the tophatch. Chewie threw open the round portal as soon as Ben reached it and gingerly helped lower Rey into the cabin.
Ben dropped in the moment it was clear to do so. "We have to get her to a medical facility immediately." He said in a panicky tone.
Chewie made several angry noises and Ben responded, "We'll have to come back for them, she's dying, Chewie. She needs blood. Now."
Chewie hessitated.
"Chewie!" Ben's anguished cry spurred the furry giant into action.
Chewie rushed to the cockpit, explaining the situation to Poe as he went.
"Yeah, get her to safety then come back for us." Poe agreed grimly. "I'll try to think of something to bust us out of here in the mean time."
"Poe," Ben said earnestly. "As soon as she wakes up we're on our way back."
"Understood." Poe grimaced. He was on his own for the next several hours, days, or possibly minutes if the smug blue alien decided to order him dead. He stepped to the center of his dully grey cell and turned a slow circle, looking for any inspiration.
"We're pointed in the right direction, this should work like a blaster bolt fired through the maglock." Ben said more to reassure himself than anything else as he held Rey in his lap next to the gaming table, his dully glowing hand pressed firmly over her heart.
Chewie's familiar rolling growl of a purr filtered back to him from the cockpit and Ben clutched his barely breathing wife to him even closer.
Vibrating from the stress of traveling at nearly 2.5 times it's normal hyperspace speed the Falcon shot out of the Soul Reaper in a flash of light and a wall of concussive shock that nearly liquified anyone within half a click of the freighter. The force of the wave efficiently killed everyone unlucky enough to be inside the hanger as a massive sphere of damage cause the floor and roof to collapse into a huge pit of rubble more than fifty levels from top to bottom.
Chewie worked furiously at the controls switching seats several times to bring the ship to a new heading. When at last he was satisfied he dropped out of hyperspace and brought up a navchart.
He pressed a finger to his ear and relayed their position and options to Ben.
"The closest infirmary to us is on Kessel. We're about half an hour from it if we use the Widow's Window." His strange nearly human voice sounded in Ben's ear even as his muffled Kashyyki drifted into the main cabin.
"The Widow's Window?" Ben asked dubiously.
"It's a route that almost nobody even knows exists, and even fewer are willing to try." Chewie said grimly.
"And if we try for a more navigable route?" Ben asked, feeling every one of his own injuries and Rey's too as the Energy passing between then weakened slowly.
"Three times as long." Chewie replied solemnly.
"How far are we from the fleet?" Ben inquired, wanting as much information as possible.
"About four hours." Chewie answered.
"Can you handle the Window on your own?" Ben wasn't about to leave Rey in C3PO's care and BB-8 was of even less use for providing medical assistance.
"Your dad did." Chewie said with a hint of pride at his buddy's accomplishment. "I was too gaga from putting out an electrical fire in a hold full of bundled spice to be of any use."
"Can the Falcon handle it?" He needed reassurance but all he got was an answer he should have expected from his father's constant shadow.
"One way to find out." Chewie said, keying in the nav computer override code.
"Do it." Ben hated this idea, but he had no real choice his entire universe was barely holding on by a thread.
"Come up here kid, this isn't something you're gonna want to miss." Chewie said seriously.
