Ben's nerves were a jangled mess, his attention split between monitoring Rey and the babies' hearts and trying to follow the ever fluctuating path through the tiniest of windows between three massive black holes. He could use the Force to keep an eye on his family, but it failed him completely in the lifeless, matterless void of this miniscule space between possible life or certain death for everyone onboard the Millenium Falcon.

He felt blinded and helpless by the lack of sensory input from the Force. All his life he'd had a part of him that longed to be just a normal, everyday, regular person but now that he had been able to actually experience what that felt like, both inside the black cell and by having to navigate this narrow path with no Force feedback, he let that tiny piece of him die.

His impatience to get Rey to a medical facility was at war with his need to go slowly and cautiously through this invisible maze.

The atmospheric hydrogen number started to rapidly decline and he steered the busted up cargo ship in a tight vertical three-sixty, looking for better numbers. Panic gripped his insides in a steel vice as he watched the numbers plummet and failed to find a more stable spot. The ship began to slide toward the relative right, into far worse readings, and he fought to bring it back under control. He enlisted Chewie's help to keep the steering under control as the whole ship began to shutter from the stress of trying to break the hold of the nearby black hole's gravity field.

The Falcon's sublight engines began to whine as Ben opened the throttle to full. Slowly, meter by meter, the Falcon pulled away from the grasping gravity shadow. If not for the terrifying squeal echoing up from the sublights you could have heard a pin drop in the cockpit as neither Ben nor Chewbacca dared to breathe for a long, tense, moment while the ancient ship squealed, shuttered and clanged in protest. The hydrogen readings were nearly nonexistent here, less than 100,000 molecules per cubic foot. They were literally on the very edge of catastrophic disaster.

"Threepio. Give her another dose." Ben gasped, dragging air into his starving lungs.

Even the normally garrulous droid was too frightened to say anything as this point.

The Falcon began to pick up speed as the sensor readings began to normalize and Ben dialed back the speed to keep the notoriously fickle ship from blowing a gasket.

The readings kept picking up, 1,000,000… 100,000,000… the parts per cubic foot measure just kept going up and up. "Are we through it?" Ben asked into the quiet that had fallen when they'd broken the black hole's grip on the ship.

Chewie hummed a throaty purr and shrugged.

Ben swore silently. "Ok, well…" He dialed up the speed. "Let's hope so."

He kept his eyes glued to the screen and his attention fixed to his wife's heart rate even as he navigated through the the final few turns of the incredibly deadly path at full throttle.

At last a distant, lonely, star began to glimmer in the distance. Chewie whooped and jumped out of his seat to hug his best pal's son.

Ben's relief at seeing the star was cut off, along with his airway, when Chewbacca snatched him out of his seat and hugged him hard enough to pop nearly every vertebrae in his spine. Luckily the rusty red Wookiee didn't hug him for long, Ben's head was spinning from the overly zealous embrace when Chewie set him on his feet and ruffled his hair with a few glowing praises.

"Gah," Ben protested, blushing slightly. "You know I always hated that." He smoothed his touseled hair.

Chewie's raucous laughter drowned out Threepio's prissy admonition about the crude nature of Wookiee affection.

"Alright, it's all yours from here, Chewie." Ben said and knelt next to Rey. Taking the nearly empty injector gun from Threepio he checked it and handed it back to the golden droid. As little as she was, compared to him, Rey felt like a ton of bricks to his nearly debilitated body but he scooped her into his fatigued arms anyway and stumbled back to the jumpseat. His danger induced adrenalin seeped away, allowing him to feel every bit of the pain, weakness, and exhaustion in his battered body.

He'd heard his father boast about the Falcon's speed all throughout his childhood but he'd never really appreciated it as a fact until Chewbacca piloted the old rust bucket into the open-air hangar at the prison complex, atop the rich spice mine that supplied half the galaxy with bacta, just five minutes later.

Chewie set the falcon down gently on it's belly and Ben could feel Rey's heart beginning to flutter dangerously as his own weakened state sapped him beyond his capacity to keep channeling Force into her. "Threepio," Ben said groggily. "Give her another shot... she needs blood, a lot of blood." His voice slurred drunkenly.

Threepio injected Rey as instructed then cried out in alarm when Ben fell unconcious a moment later.

Chewie blew out the cockpit glass with his bowcaster and pried Rey from Ben's near death grip tight grasp. He roared for assistance as a dozen guards sprinted across the tarmac toward the Falcon.

They pointed their weapons at him and C3PO called out, "We have a medical emergency, please help us!"

"What kind of medical emergency?" The lead guard called back with hostility.

"We have a pregnant woman in need of blood, and a Jedi that's been shot several times!" The panicky droid called out desperately.

The guards could see Rey laying limply in Chewie's arms. "Is that Rey Solo?" One of them gasped.

"It is!" C3PO cried out joyously. "And Ben Solo is in here in dire need of assistance as well!"

Six guards stepped up to help Chewie lower first Rey then Ben to the ground before Chewie jumped down and motioned for Threepio to follow.

"Oh, I couldn't! I'm not made for jumping!" Threepio protested.

Chewie roared and held up his arms to assist the droid down.

No sooner had they stepped away from the cockpit but BB-8 came whizzing through the broken window to land neatly next to them. "Nobody likes a show off!" Threepio grumbled haughtily.

BB-8 chirped in a tone and pattern that sounded suspiciously like a rude retort.