Disclaimer: Asked my brother for an idea, these are his words- 'Don't own anything, get the freak out of my life.' So uncivilized. But correct.

Soft. Everything was soft... too soft, too soft- it was too soft, it wasn't right-

Ezra's eyes flew open, immediately on red alert at the obvious shift in his surroundings. And then he calmed down. Kanan- they must have found us. And that explained the soft... no, no- nothing was this soft on the Ghost, nothing was this... plushy. Red alert again. Because his eyes were showing him that this was most definitely not the Ghost.

For one, there was light- natural, from windows, and orange. The lights on the Ghost weren't orange; bright whites saved energy, and tended to illuminate more. Tally one. Tally two, the walls. They were... plaster? Painted plaster, like... a grounded building. They weren't metal, like the ship. Tally three- furniture. Couches. A rounded desk in the corner. Coffee tables. And hung paintings that were most definitely not-

Sabine?!

If he wasn't on the Ghost, then logic deduced that neither was she. She'd still been with him when he'd blacked out, though someone must have found them and taken them here... wherever here was. And since it wasn't the Ghost crew, that meant one thing- he was either in enemy territory, or neutral. Whatever the case was, he didn't have tabs on Sabine. But he had a small doubt whoever it was that'd picked them up were hostile- if so, they wouldn't have dumped him on what had to be the softest couch in the galaxy, right?

Ezra shot off of it.

And almost immediately fell back down onto it again, legs wobbling dangerously. He settled for crouching on the floor; just for a little bit. No sitting on that couch. He had no business lounging around in comfort when unknown personnel was possibly watching him and/or Sabine. Scanning the room, Ezra couldn't see any traces of obvious cameras, but that didn't mean they weren't just hidden. If someone wanted to watch him, it would be so, so easy to do so. Though if whoever'd found him had been planning on imprisoning him, they were doing a very poor job.

The doorway out of the room was an arch built into the wall, and it was completely open. Not to mention the windows didn't have any obvious signs of alarm systems, and Ezra could actually see rural farmland outside them. If he squinted there was the outline of what he guessed to be a city on the very edge of the horizon- it helped calm Ezra's nerves slightly that there was at least one easy exit towards civilization.

Another point in his favor was that his chest felt... better. Gingerly he pressed a hand in the area where he'd been injured as his eyes scanned the rest of the room for a threat. When he only received a slight twinge of dulled pain, Ezra hesitantly concluded that he'd been treated.

A soft noise clinked through the open hall, and Ezra flinched, hands reaching for his lightsaber before realizing it wasn't there. Warily, Ezra peered down the hall, trying to scope out any obvious threat. And recognized that there were no guards.

He'd already mostly ruled out the Empire since he'd awoken comfortably instead of on a metal bench, and they wouldn't care to set his wounds. But the lack of white-armored guards further set that factoid in Ezra's head, and he let himself relax just slightly. But only just- after all, the Empire wasn't the worst bunch of people to end up stuck with. He should know.

Hesitating, very much so aware that he had no weapons on him whatsoever and that he had no way of communicating with anyone else, Ezra stealthily padded towards the open hall. There was a door on the other side of the room he'd woken up in, but he would risk the halls first before opening what had the possibility of being a locked or trapped door. He'd be able to deal with it (there were tools hidden in his jumpsuit that no one knew about, and he doubted anyone but the crew would ever know) later if he had to, but for now the open halls seemed like the fastest way to gain information on where he was at.

Silently, sneakily, Ezra inched past through the arch and into the slightly dimmer hall. There was a smaller hall to his left that led to an actual door- most probably to the outside -and to his right was another arch-door leading into... a kitchen. Small. A few counters, a storage unit in the back, heating surface, and a cooling unit. That was it. Well, except for the woman bustling around in it.

Coppery hair, down to her mid-back. Petite frame, though Ezra could see muscles. She was wearing standard Lothal farmer's clothing- old, worn, patched together pieces of fabric not so unlike his own. Though she seemed to forego the standard head gear or hat. The woman turned around, a small pot of steamy something in her hands. Ezra didn't pay it much mind, because she'd seen him instantly.

"Oh! You're awake! Good good; we were hoping you'd come 'round soon." Ezra blinked, sweeping her up and down with his eyes to see if she was wearing any weapons. She wasn't, though her green eyes were about as sharp as a vibroknife. They were smiling though, and Ezra got the sense that she did that a lot. That didn't get him off edge, however. He hadn't survived this long without wariness, and he himself was a prime example of how looks could be deceiving.

"Who are you?"

Neutral tone; not hostile, not friendly. Don't drive away any potential allies, don't allow an enemy to fool him. That was how Ezra worked unless he got a certain vibe off of someone- but this woman wasn't radiating danger to any of his senses. That didn't mean she was friendly.

"Oh- sorry, dear. My name's Eilene-" the name struck a chord in his head, and he swore he'd heard it before,"-though I don't know yours." She paused for a second, as if inviting him to give his name. When he didn't she continued. "I found you and that colorful girl-" Sabine-! "at the edge of the lake; the both of you were hurt bad, and t-"

"Where's S- my friend?"

The woman blinked at him, before smiling slightly. "You don't have to worry about her. She should be okay- though that was a nasty wound she had there. You too- honestly, I'm amazed you got as far as you did."

Alarm bells rang even as relief for Sabine made his knees weak. 'As far as you did?' As in, implying she knew where they'd come from? How much did this woman know?

"You know..." Neutral. Don't scare off allies, don't alert enemies you'd caught onto a scheme. "You don't seem very surprised we were hurt as bad as we were." She blinked once again, and then smiled at him- no, behind him-!

"That's because I told her all about you two."

"You-!"

Had it ever been this hard for Sabine to wake up? ... No... she didn't think so. Eyes were supposed to open like that. Instantaneously. In an instant. Presto.

Where...? She honestly had no idea where she was. It was soft... it was... comfy? Yes, it was comfy... in fact, it would really, really be nice to go back to sleep right now and just... lie there...

Ezra!?

Where was he. Was he okay? Where was he?! The last thing Sabine remembered-

BOMBS.

Instantly she was up, shooting from her horizontal position into a ninety-degree sitting stance... and very nearly puking on the spot. Her head swam, eyes blurring as soon as they were open. Where were the stormtroopers? Where were her guns- the bombs, they had to get out before the bombs blew! If they were still in the bay when the explosives went off they'd be blown to smithereens!

"Ez-" Sabine broke into coughs, and she felt a scar on her cheek where she assumed it'd been bitten. Pain radiated from her stomach, and Sabine cried out as the unexpected assault threw her off balance. Well, just simply sitting up threw her off balance, it didn't really- when was she lying down!?

What was hurting her!? Sabine looked at her abdomen... and when her vision un-blurred (with some generous squinting), the first thing she was aware of was that her armor was off. All of it; replaced with... a hospital outfit. And a large cloth bandage wrapped around her middle. Once again instantly woken up, Sabine snapped her head around, taking stock of her surroundings and finding, surprise surprise, a hospital room, complete with monitors and a tray full of tools and hypo-syringes. There was no window.

Hospital-?

"Ezra?!" Where are you- where am I!? Guns- where were her guns? Where was her helmet? She needed to call in for back up, to get an idea of where they were and how far away Hera and the Ghost was.

She couldn't find either of her possessions in the room, small as it was. Small pretty much described everything in there, though that did nothing to bring her any comfort. Nothing could, at this point. She had no idea where she was, where her armor was, where the rest of her team was. Nothing was right.

Sabine tried to move her legs- tried to get out of the bed and burst through the door, demanding information from whoever happened to be standing outside. That was the plan. Instead, she just ended up gasping in pain once more and falling to the floor, pure hurt radiating through her middle. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Sabine pressed the bandage on her abdomen, trying to gauge the amount of damage based on the pain. What-

Memories.

Being thrown away. Landing painfully. Metal flying at her. Pain. Ezra. Blue. Shrapnel- there was shrapnel, and I...

"Ok- Sabine, I-I'm gonna have to- have to take out this shrapnel, I-"

"I trust you."

Yeah, she was pretty sure that'd happened... although she had a strong feeling she'd been heavily concussed, because she had absolutely no memory of where she was, how she got there, where Ezra was... and her head was pounding and fuzzy.

Wait- there was something else, something big happened...

Something big?

Doesn't matter- not now, NOT now- later. Getting out is first.

Well. Finding her gear actually. She'd already checked around the tiny recovery room, but in all likeliness her stuff was probably elsewhere in the complex. She'd have to go find it, and gather information on the way- and hopefully find Ezra. Or his location. Or hers- gather gear, gather information.

After managing her abdomen.

If she went out there only to discover this was an Imperial controlled facility, she'd be next to useless with an injury and no weapon. Well. She was pretty sure that the hypo-syringes on the medical tray beside the bed would do some damage, if she could get close enough. And stormtroopers had an exposed section in their neck, where the grey under suit was visible... yes. If she ran across bucket-heads, she'd be able to take down one at least. No- better to take all three syringes. She didn't know what was in them, but they probably weren't too beneficial to those who were prescribed.

Sabine stood slowly, gingerly; slowly, slowly. Don't upset the wound. She grabbed the hypo-syringes and moved towards the door, careful to keep her middle section as still as possible so keep pain to a minimum.

The walls weren't white- she'd expected a hospital to be drowning in white paints, but outside the room was actually a pale blue color. Taken a little aback, Sabine nevertheless kept on edge. Her room was right at the corner of the hall, with maybe a dozen other rooms stretching out to her left and the start of another hall to her right. Taking a chance and choosing quickly, Sabine ducked around the corner, silent and hoping to run into someone who could give her information-

And she ran into just that.

A nurse, exiting a room further down, her back turned to Sabine and eyes focused on the holopad in her arms. She was Rakata*, Sabine believed, the tall head and eye-stalks on the side of her face making her profile distinct, even from the back. Which actually relieved Sabine somewhat- the Empire had a strict human-only policy. The employment of an alien was a clear indication that they weren't in direct control of this hospital- so Sabine was relatively safe from them at least.

Sabine quickly shuffled behind her, not making a sound in her bare feet. It was all too easy to sneak one of the syringes up to the unsuspecting nurse's neck, not squeezing the plunger but holding it as a threat. The Rakata squeaked, dropping her pad in fright and jumping very nearly out of her skin.

"Don't move," Sabine growled, voice low. "-and don't scream. I don't know what's in here, but it probably isn't beneficial to you." Sabine felt the woman swallow, and then she was nodding, apparently fine.

"What do you want?"

"Information. Where am I?" Location first; she could work everything else off of that.

"Jhothal's Medical Facility-" Jhothal- that's where old Jho's Pit Stop is! And, now that she thought about it, the closest city there was to the facility they'd been hitting.

"There was another guy with me- boy, blue hair, my age. Where. Is. He."

Sabine felt the Rakata shiver, but she didn't much care. Not now anyways. She had no idea who this lady was- just that she was somehow, though most likely distantly, related to how she'd gotten there.

"I- I don't know, off the top of my head- I can contact the managers and ask-"

"No." Managers meant registration, and registration meant records. Imperials had access to records.

Though, of course, she'd had have to been registered to even be here in the first place.

"Well, I can contact whoever brought you in-" That's right, who did bring me in? Ezra? No, Sabine doubted he'd be able to take the both of them so many clicks away from the production facility with his ribs. Though she didn't doubt he wasn't stubborn enough to.

"Who brought me here?" Whoever they are, they should have found me with Ezra. And either they have him and are keeping him safe somewhere too, or... or Sabine would have to start some fights as soon as she got out of the hospital.

"Well. If you'll let me turn around and input your number, I'll be able to tell you." Number- oh, she probably means that. The small number '53-A' sown into her top- probably to help keep track of patients and their designated wards.

Sabine hesitated, but the Rakata wasn't holding any weapons Sabine could see, and she had a reasonable enough demand. Besides, Sabine had three separate hypo-syringes of who-knew-what, and even injured, she was willing to bet she had better reflexes and combat training than the nurse. She backed off quickly, taking the syringe off the woman's neck and eyeing her warily as she picked up her holopad and turned around.

"Let's see, 53-A-" Sabine was impressed- the Rakata seemed completely unperturbed at what had just happened. She could admire that, even if this woman was yet to be classified 'ally' or 'other.'

"Ah- Ms. Kaelin Oriena." Huh? "You don't remember coming here? Though I don't doubt it- you had quite a nasty stab there, as well as a severe concussion. Your father was rather distressed." Father!?

No- most logical explanation. Stick with the most logical. Someone had brought her in here under the guise of her father, putting her under a different name- which was, all things considered, a brilliant way to keep her name out from under the Empire's radar. Her father was... not here. So who'd brought her in?

"My- my dad?"

The Rakata nodded, seemingly oblivious to Sabine's temporary shock.

"Yes- one Tama Oriena."

Because I've grown rather attached to Tama and his family and I'm not done with them yet. :3