The fall of New Alderaan and its temple had been a tragedy. The Sith had destroyed the original Alderaan, and now they would seek to desecrate its namesake. There was probably a wise insight to be had there, but that was for another time. In the aftermath of the temple's fall, not all the Jedi had cleared out and some - like Zathria - had stayed behind in an attempt to help others extract. Help the resistance, heal the wounded, help where they could.
That was all fine and great, but the reality was that the Empire was everywhere. Their soldiers had checkpoints throughout the planet, their Sith had come to hunt the remaining Jedi, and Intel and special forces had been deployed to wipe out the insurgency. Zathria's capture had come as she assisted in the evacuation of wounded insurgents, but her providing cover had come with a cost.
By the time the stun rounds had worn off, she was already stripped of all her weapons and gear apart from the basic robes she wore, and she was accompanied by nothing but the hum of the Force cage's environmental barrier.
Minutes had ticked to hours as she sat there, wavering between meditation and boredom. The floor she sat on was horridly uncomfortable and she didn't even have a wall to lean against. There wasn't enough room to stretch out all the way and lay on the floor, so she'd just sat there, her mind scattered in a thousand different directions as she tried to suppress the feelings of fear tugging at the back of her mind. She felt alone, and yet there was an odd sense of peace that also lingered in the back of her mind. She could only attribute it to the Force providing her comfort, but in the moment, there was no putting aside the concern she felt as she awaited... whatever sentence she would suffer.
That was all fine and great, but the reality was that the Empire was everywhere. Their soldiers had checkpoints throughout the planet, their Sith had come to hunt the remaining Jedi, and Intel and special forces had been deployed to wipe out the insurgency. Zathria's capture had come as she assisted in the evacuation of wounded insurgents, but her providing cover had come with a cost.
By the time the stun rounds had worn off, she was already stripped of all her weapons and gear apart from the basic robes she wore, and she was accompanied by nothing but the hum of the Force cage's environmental barrier.
Minutes had ticked to hours as she sat there, wavering between meditation and boredom. The floor she sat on was horridly uncomfortable and she didn't even have a wall to lean against. There wasn't enough room to stretch out all the way and lay on the floor, so she'd just sat there, her mind scattered in a thousand different directions as she tried to suppress the feelings of fear tugging at the back of her mind. She felt alone, and yet there was an odd sense of peace that also lingered in the back of her mind. She could only attribute it to the Force providing her comfort, but in the moment, there was no putting aside the concern she felt as she awaited... whatever sentence she would suffer.