Alone (Closed, Nexus)

[Captain Kara]

Deep away from the cities, tucked away, a facility with lights darkened. The front doors were broken off the hinges. It smelt of chemicals inside, the ground was slick in places with blood. In the bowels of facility, deep in a room, a figure crouched in the corner. Her breathing was labored and her spirit drained. She looked like death itself. Her bangs covered her scared eyes. Her eyes were pierced in multiple places. All to cover her was hospital gown and a small blanket.

Darkness, that is what surrounded her, darkness and despair. Though that wasn't the major problem, it was the feeling of loneliness. She couldn't escape, the door was locked and the windows were made of high grade of plastic, she couldn't break it. She was curled up in a corner, her eyes stained red, she couldn't cry anymore. She was weak, her body was dying, she was dying.

She lied down for what she thought was the last time. She felt so weak, death drew closer by the second. Her heart slowly as she accept, what she thought is her last moment. Though something in her mind called out loudly, HELP ME!

 

[Ser Gregor]

The small single-seat vessel shot out of hyperspace, the blinding light of the exit flashing across space for a mere second before being engulfed by the vacuum. The great Hyper-Ring swirled around the Jedi ship, allowing such a small craft the ability to jump to hyperspace. It was very preposterous looking, making the sleek ship look like a stellar spin-top.

Jedi Councillor Linora Tristan Tanoor piloted the Jedi ship with expert guidance, flying toward the unimportant jungle-world. She landed squarely on the dayside of the planet, which made it much easier to land. The Hyper-Ring waited her return in synchronous orbit with the planet. The thick jungle ceiling was nigh impenetrable. It took the skilled Jedi an hour to find a suitable landing site, in a small clearing about ten kilometres away from her intended target.

The Jedi Master wore nothing that would tell others her profession. It had become dangerous to be a Jedi in the past few months. Her heavy boots, knee high and black, were scoured with mud as she settled onto the floor of the jungle. Her entire outfit was uncomfortable in the heat. Her shirt clung to her with sweat and her pants, thick and durable, were no better. She had tied her black main of hair in a haphazardly done ponytail, which had clung to her face with as much sweat as her shirt did to her chest.

All the while the nagging call prodded at her, calling her to an inexplicable end. She had felt it for two days now. Ever since she had entered this sector of the galaxy.

Armed with a powerful rifle slung across her back and her lightsaber resting against her hip, she set off in the direction the end was coming from. It was a brutal pull, unrefined, but with incredible potential. Linora's body raced with the power she felt from it, and she had to focus herself, or be lost by its pull. She knew this came from sentient life.

Her boots were caked with mud and a thousand different bugs buzzed around her face, attracted by her sweat and heavy breathing. She kept them at bay with the force, creating an invisible shield to repel the pests. She dredged through the forest for three hours, having to take numerous backtracks to find a passable trail. The trees grew very close together, and at points they were a literal wall of foliage.

At last she came to a clearing. Linora's eyes deceived her when she saw the horrible state of the building, the jungle having already claimed most of the outer building and threatening to take the very heart back. This was the source of the disturbance she had felt, and she knew she needed to explore this eery building.

 

[Captain Kara]

As Linora entered, she could feel the chill in the air. It was odd seeing as the jungle outside was warm, inside it felt cold almost like feeling despair itself. Glass, flickered in the sunlight, was shattered on the floor almost like sand. The smell of the chemicals was strong, it was like bleach but more acidic. Dried blood trailed out the door and was splattered on the wall in places. A body was slumped against a wall, it obvious he was some sort of scientist.

The girl felt something, a presence, she couldn't describe the feeling like someone was searching for her. She tried to get up, but failed under her weak strength. She tried calling out, her mouth so dry from the days without water. She shut her eyes, she couldn't do anything. There was no way to tell this person where she was. The girl pulled the blanket closer around her body, it was so cold.

She suddenly knew the person may give up, if she was too weak. She mustered up strength from deep within her body. She sat up, she felt like she would drop to the floor again. She pulled herself to a standing position, moving along the cold floor to the door. She begun, with all her remaining strength pounding on the glass. The loud resonating thump thump thump was heard throughout the building.

 

[Ser Gregor]

It was not the thumping on the glass that alerted the powerful Jedi to the child. No, it was the thumping on Linora's mind, an instinctive force resonance the young girl was sending out with a maddening hope.

Her amber eyes locked with the dead scientist, rotting with much for urgency in the oppressive wet hear of the jungle. She did not approach the corpse, for the sickly sweet stench of death was already strong from where she stood, calmly observing the building with heightened senses.

Finally she began to move through the lab, making no importunity to reach the young girl in a timely manner. She was more interested with the other tells of the lab: The overturned examination tables; the spilt viles of exotic liquids; the spatter of blood on the walls from rotting scientists, splayed across the floor or crumpled against a wall. What could this place have been? And what did they do to warrant such destruction?

It was high-noon outside, but the thick jungle canopy kept the forest floor in a perpetual twilight. The scant light then had to contend with steel enforced concrete walls, and a maze-like pattern of inner rooms and corridors. This left Linora in near darkness as she entered a long narrow hallway. A single door loomed at the end of the hallway.

A thick glass window impeded on the uniform greyness of the wall around the door, and on the other end was a tired girl banging on the cold glass with only hope to fuel her.

 

[Captain Kara]

The girl could feel the presence coming closer. Hope was fill her body, pushing it past it's limits. She felt a surge of energy as she hit the glass even harder.

She swallowed her mouth parched like a desert. She tried to cry out again. A small noise came out, nothing more. She sobbed, her throat throbbed with pain. She didn't know if this person saw her, or if her mind was tricking her into a false hope.

She brushed aside the feelings of false hope and knew it was someone. Someone real, she didn't care who it was, it was just someone. She knew she wasn't alone anymore. She sighed and swallowed again.

"I'm in here..." She said as loud as she could. It was almost a scream but not quite. She almost fell to the floor but steadied herself. She grasped her throat. She coughed and blood splattered on the window of the door. As she slumped down succumbing to her pain.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Linora saw the girl struggle to get her attention. Linora noted that with every bang or scream, it was punctuated by a burst of energy. Linora didn't show any emotion or even any acknowledgement when the girl coughed up her crimson blood, spattering on the thick glass.

Linora moved catlike through the rubble of the hallway, noting here their was an increase of bodies; some patients, the other doctors. This did not faze her as she reached the heavy iron door that kept her from the young girl. Linora knew it was locked, and so she held out her hand, resting it on the cool, damp metal surface. Calling the force to her, she exerted an enormous pressure on the door, until it was loosened from its hinges and was flung to the opposite side of the room, crashing against the outer stone wall.

Entering the small, cell-like room, Linora looked calmly at the girl, slumped against the wall, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth, staining her white patient's smock.

"Awaken," she said, her voice eerily calm and deeper then most women. The single word was laden with the force as it touched the girl's ears, and her body, against all wishes, would be compelled to obey Linora.