Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

Satana would wake up a few hours later in the Virulent's medical bay. A Two-One-Be medical droid moved over to her bed, and in a calming and metallic voice designed for the bedside said. "Do not be afraid, you are on the medical Star Destroyer, Virulent."

Nearby sat Daran, his hands covering his face, he was extremely upset. He had not meant to hurt Satana, his anger had just gotten the better of him. This just proved to him he was still being controlled by the Dark side. Soon as he had realised what he had done, he had brought her broken body to the shuttle, desperately keeping her life signs with the Force, albeit very weak, and launched into hyperspace for Kuat the most protected planet in this sector. Now he has gotten her abroad the Virulent and was hoping for the best. (she will hurt a lot, I'm not going to specify)

Satana forced herself to sit. If the droid tried to stop her then shed simply dismiss it with a wave of her hand. "Daran." She smiled kindly. She knew her baby was gone... But she hadn't time to feel bad. She knew Jacen would come. And she knew he would come for Daran.

The droid suddenly seemed rather alarmed. "Please, lay down, you must rest, your body has been through a lot of stress. I insist!" The droids arms waved about.

Daran looked up at her, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I said be gone with you!" She winced momentairly before her smile was back. "I know. And I don't blame you... Come here. We need to talk." She moved over in the bed so her could join her. It was hard to push past the pain, both mental and physical, but she refused to show a sign of weakness. Thats just who she was.

Daran stood up and walked over, he waved the droid away, he wasn't happy with himself, he stood beside her bed. "Satana I-" his eyes hardened "-I'm sorry."

The droid shook it's articulated head and made a fustrated movement and turned to attend to his other duties.

She saw his eyes. They frightened her. "I know. It's ok. Listen..." She eached out to take his hand. "Jacen will feel it, and he will come for you. And he will try to take me away. But I'm not done with you. I don't want to leave... And I'm not going to let him hurt you.... Understand?"

Daran moved his face to her, and kissed her. After he broke the kiss, provided she accepted it, he shook his head. "I did not mean to hurt you, or the child." His eye's burned, he was angry... angry at jacen, and at himself.

She returned his kiss, letting her hand run over his cheek. "Daran... It's fine. But right now you need to warn your men. Warn your fleet. Warn anyone and everyone. He will try to kill you Daran... I can't let that happen."

He ignored that comment, the entire fleet was already on alert, he could not pull any ships away from their duties. The Alliance was not an entirely selfless organisation such as the Empire, or even the Sith Empire a thousand years before it. There had been times when tyranny was the right course of action, but only when it was required. They were protecting their planets as an ally would and should do so. They had agreements that they must uphold or it's member planets would lose such beliefs in their chosen state. He sighed, and his eyes flashed.

"Yes, I will." he assured her, a soft smile on his face; Let him come, he thought, let him face me.

Something flickered in his subconscious for a fleeting moment and he immediately chased it with the Force, his mind keeping only a loose tab on what Satana was about to say in reply.

She saw the flash. "Daran?"

He looked at her blankly for a moment, then his eyes resumed focus. "Satana, how much do you know wbout the Force?"

She raised her brow. It was a random question. It made no sense to her. "I know nothing. I've never had a link with the force."

"Well you see the Force can manifest in many ways, usually at birth, and you are either found by the Jedi order, of killed by the Emperor as I have been taught. However it is not entirely impossible for someone who has never appeared to have Force powers to develop them." He stood away from her and waved his hand and a robe floated over from a folded pile at the foot of the bed to her side. "You are feeling better I assume?" He smiled at her, almost sinisterly, but more kindly and softly.

Her pain would be fading fast, the Bacta in her system was clearing out the remaining damage.

"You have a connection with the Force, a strong one, and while you were not incorrect to state that you have never had a link with the Force, it is more accurate to say that your link with the Force was never strong enough for you to show potential for developing Force powers." He beckoned her.

She was feeling better. But... How did he know all of this? She stood, holding the robe in her arms. Carefully she stepped towards him. "I don't understand. How do you know? How can you be certain?"

"Because," he turned to her, "I can feel the Force within you, you have the potential, and you are already skilled, you just have to trust in your feelings."

She shook her head. "But... I've been upset and happy around Jacen. And he's never felt it before." She sighed and looked down at the robe in her hand. "None of this makes sense. Jacen.. He.." She sighed and looked up into his eyes. She was horribly confused.

"The death of your unborn child has given you a much stronger connection with the Force." He said bluntly, "Jacen yes, do you know he plans to commit genocide, he plans to sacrifice the galaxy to a greater evil than the Emperor ever was, he doesn't realise that his deal with the Yuuzahn Vong will not keep him and his people safe, never mind the rest of the galaxy, do you believe he loves you, Satana?" Darth Sear looked at her for a few moments.

"I..." She looked down at the floor. She felt the heavy ring on her finger. "I don't know.. I love him.... We are suppose to get married." She looked up into Darans eyes. "I don't know."

"Would someone who loves you try to kill you when you where on Endor?" He asked bitterly, remembering how he had risked his life to save her, almost four years ago, and in the process had lost most of that unit. Granted he was only a corporal at the time.

Sear looked at her, feeling protective emotions he felt for her, feeling the love he had for her and more important, the jealously he carried towards Jacen. His eye's seemed to blaze for a moment. "Would someone you love send you away after proposing to you and asking to be wed to you? And would that same person allow you to go with his enemy?" His eye's softened somewhat, "Satana, I love you, and what you do is your choice, you are free to go when ever you please, I am not holding you here, my angst is with Jacen, I am angry because of what he has done to you... however it is my fault for losing my temper and I do not wish your forgiveness. I do not deserve it." The Dark Jedi smiled at Satana.

She shook her head and pulled him into a hug. "You deserve more. Daran I've been so cold to you. I've been blind." She pulled away. There was a horrible gleam in her eye. "But now I see. I see what Jacen has done... But a part of me feels that you are wrong... But I trust you." She smiled and ran a finger over his lips. "Let him come, then."