Sabine P.O.V.
After my little more than minor freak out in the Med Station the doctors decided or I should say doctor decided that it would probably be best if I were to recover in the sanctuary of my own room. So that would be exactly what I would do, recover, I am going to get better and the I am going to get Hera back. If she was still alive, if she made it off that wretched shipping center with her life.
As I walked on board the ghost I could hear the crew whispering. Being a teenager myself I knew how whispering and secrets worked so I decided not to make myself known just yet. Walking just into the border of the between the common room and the hallway I pressed myself up against the wall and listened.
"I just don't know if I can forgive her Kanan.", I heard the deep and gruff voice of Zeb hushingly whisper to the other bodies in the room. "I know Zeb", said Kanan replying, "but she felt as if Hera was a mother to her, i'm sure she is hurting as well. Besides we don't even know if Hera is gone." I could feel my heart breaking in my chest. Shattering into the smallest of pieces, becoming so small there was no hopes of ever piecing them back together.
I waited for a moment, hoping, pleading to whomever higher power was listening that they were mistaken, even feeling that in their own words, praying that what I had just heard was not their true feelings. Pausing for a second gathering my courage, pulling myself together just enough to have a brief conversation, just enough so that I could return to my room undetected and allow my true feeling to spill out of me, like a waterfall rushing off of the edge of the cliffs of Naboo. I walked into my room plastering a fake smile onto my face. Faking in general was easy, but holding that act for a lengthy period of time was something far different than just the original impression.
"Hey guys", I said after gathering my courage and walking myself into the common room, in front of my critics. "Hey Sabine", replied Ezra with what I would have thought was a normal amount of enthusiasm had I not just heard the conversation that was spoken. "How are you feeling, taking a bullet to the stomach had to be pretty painful huh.", he said giving me his signature smile. "Ya", I replied trying to force down the edge of bitterness out of my voice, "It was pretty painful so I think I'll be heading to bed now if that is okay with all of you?", I asked desperately hoping that it was. "It's fine Sabine you should get some rest.", said the fatherly voice of Kanan. I gave him a grateful smile as i walked across the room and through the door.
As I left I paused for just a few moments allowing myself to regroup and listen in on the newly forming conversation growing between Kanan and Zeb. "A bullet to the stomach huh,", said Zeb aggressively, "Hera took a bullet to the neck, how dare she walk onto this ship acting like the victim." "Zeb", responded Kanan, "Take it easy on her, you're not wrong Zeb but she has had a rough day." Feeling the tears swell in to my eyes because of the harsh words that were terribly true, I walked to my room as quickly and quietly as possible hoping that I had not been heard.
Finally I reached the sanctuary of my bunk. Barely getting inside the door before I collapsed to the floor, my body racked with sobs. Curling myself in tighter and tighter all I could do was hug my legs and allow my tears to spill down my face. I fell further and further into a state of hopelessness as I tried to gain my feats, tried to crawl back out of a pit that I knew if I fell fully into I would never emerge again. Desperately I tried anything that would bring me back to the reality no matter how painful it was. With one final attempt at resurfacing my brain I pressed the wound on my abdomen. The pain, shocking in its amount, jerked me back to the reality allowing me to fully face the obnoxious colors of my room.
I knew though, that even though I could myself out of the horrible states of sadness they would return because my mother, friend, companion, and leader was gone and it was my fault, and all I could do was sit here and whine about a pathetic stomach wound that was nowhere near as deadly as Hera's wound.
Somewhere on an unknown Imperial Base (Hera's P.O.V.)
I woke up surrounded by a thick bluish/white liquid and an oxygen mask covering the lower half of my face. Bacta. It wasn't my first time inside one of these tanks but it was still surprising that the Imps would use this expensive liquid on someone they considered the scum of the galaxy. To describe the feeling of the liquid that surrounded me warm would be a word that I would use. Warm and comforting, like a hug that healed your injuries and reset your bodily systems.
Suddenly as if the tank I was in had a sensor to let them know that I was awake. The water started to drain. The liquid slowly exited from the tank from smalls holes in the base of it. Once the water was all drained I was beyond relieved to realize that I could stand, move my arms, I was able to do everything that I had been incapable of doing not long ago.
Standing in the tank that was now empty I began to feel very shy. I was barely clad in clothing, with a pair of white spandex covering my lower half and a rather small athletic bra covering my top, leaving my stomach, legs, and arms open to the world. A lot less conservative than the normal flight suit I was used to wearing, but a lot lighter as well. Then the door opened with a band. And four stormtroopers marched with purpose through the doors. One, the clear leader of the bunch, walked towards me and unlocked and opened the door to the now empty bacta tank. The trooper aggressively yanked me out of the door and marched me out of the room that I had been in.
Reaching the hallway we made several turns, that the trooper was oh to happy to aggressively yank me around hard enough for me to stumble on my feet. I tried to pull away several times but it was no use. The troopers grip was like steel and I was still weak from my previous injuries. Finally we arrived at the room that I was supposed to be in. I swallowed, staring at the door, it was an interrogation room and I had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen when I was in there.
One of the other three troopers then stepped forward and produced a card that was to unlock the interrogation chambers door. Taking the only opening I had before I was strapped down on a bed and electrocuted for days on end I attempted to escape. I slammed with all the strength I had in my body into the trooper that held me by the shoulder. I caught him off guard but there was just the slightest flaw in my plan. The fact that this trooper was armed.
He didn't waste a second after he recovered from the initial blow to draw his blaster that was fortunately for me set to stun and shoot me. I hit the floor with a loud thud, twitching slightly from the shot. Just then I could hear footsteps coming towards me. From my position on the floor I could tell that whoever it was was big, and they were not happy. That's when I heard it, the voice that had begun to haunt my dreams, the voice of Grand Admiral Thrawn. "I wouldn't try that again Captain Syndulla.", he purred, delighted to see her in pain, "I would hate to cause another harmful injury to that pretty little body of yours." And with that she was picked up off the ground and prepared for the Empire's not so civilized way of extracting information.