Author's Note: In which things start to change. ;D
~ Amina Gila
Without wasting another moment, I bolt out of the command center, towards the ship, Artoo and Threepio on my heels. As I slam to a stop next to the others, the strikingly familiar sound of lightsabers clashing reaches my montrals.
Spinning towards the source of the noise, I spot Ben swinging his blue blade at a towering, armored figure. And it's... it's him. The person I was just sensing.
"Look!" exclaims Luke, catching sight of the scene the same moment I do.
"Now's our chance!" hisses Han, "Go!"
"We can't just leave Ben behind," I protest.
"Hurry if you don't want to get left behind," the smuggler snaps.
I can't say why I don't run, gaze still lingering on the cyborg. Why does he feel important?
His helmeted head turns suddenly, and I could swear his gaze locks with mine even if I can't see his eyes.
"Ashara!" Luke yells, simultaneously getting the attention of a bunch of stormtroopers, who instantly start shooting at us.
This is bad. How are we ever going to get out of here now? I need to focus. I whip up my blaster, firing back at them, as we break for the ship.
Up ahead, I see Ben lash out with the Force in the cyborg's momentary distraction, hurling him back into the wall. And then, he runs for the ship too, cutting through the stormtroopers in the way. The cyborg instantly gives chase, except the blast door between him and Ben slams closed before he can get through, though a red lightsaber instantly plunges through, cutting a hole.
I pull the trigger again, trying to dodge out of the way of several more shots, but a second too slowly. A bright light explodes in my vision, followed by a burning pain tearing across the side of my head. I vaguely register hitting the ground as my head screams with pain, the constant blaster shots ringing out around me only serving to worsen the pain.
I can hear someone yelling my name as the din continues full intensity around me. The jumbled thought manages to form in my mind that whatever injury I have must not be extremely serious if I'm still alive. The fight... I need to help. Forcing my eyes back open again, I see the others still exchanging fire. Then out of the corner of my eye, the flash of a spinning blue lightsaber.
I hastily close my eyes again. The blinding lights are only serving to increase the pain and pounding in my head. Suddenly I feel someone grab ahold of me, before large furry arms pick me up, quickly carrying up the ramp into the Falcon.
I open my eyes again for a moment, the darker atmosphere and more muffled sounds of battle finally allowing a slight respite in the pain in my head. I manage to catch a glimpse of Ben deflecting blaster bolts near the edge of the closing ramp as the ship blasts off.
The Wookie deposits me on a cot in one of the side rooms of the Falcon before bounding out of the room, presumably to the cockpit. I hear the others moving about in the ship before the faint sound of Han's grumbling reaches my montrals – which I'd prefer would pick up no noise at all right now. Every noise seems to only be making the burn hurt even worse.
A soft groan escapes me as I bury my face against the rough blanket of the cot. How deep is this wound? I can hear more distant talking before footsteps rapidly approach the room.
Moments later, Luke and Leia enter and hurry over to me. Leia kneels next to me to inspect the injury.
"How bad is it?" asks Luke, concern in his voice as he hovers on my other side, resting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
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