Time Lost Jedi
Kalon was so cold, and he couldn't move if he tried, his arms felt like lead, and despite the heat seeping from his body there was fire in his side, and a stabbing pain in his chest. His eyes were closed, and no matter how hard he tried they refused to open. His body was losing feeling, but he could tell that he was on a cold, hard surface.
"We have to put him in there, he's lost too much blood. We're going to die, but I don't intend for my son to die alongside me."
Who was dying? The voice was intense, and Kalon could barely recognize the sound of his fathers voice. His mind was fuzzy, and every thought that he tried to form was lost before he could grasp it. All he could do was listen.
"I won't leave him, I can't leave him. Who knows how long he'll be trapped in there, he might never be found."
What did they mean? Leave him where? Never be found? What were they planning on doing? They wouldn't abandon him would they?
"He'll live Ilana, time will mend his wounds, and his pulse will slow so much he'll practically be dead, and he won't show on any scanners. If you stay back with him, they'll find you and you'll both die. This is the only way."
Kalon was dying, and they were gonna leave without him. He didn't want them to go, he couldn't let them. He still could fight, he could walk if he tried hard enough, he wouldn't be a burden to them now, not while everything was on the line.
"...Okay, put him in."
He felt weightless for a moment, then felt wetness across his body. Were they trying to bathe him? Wash away the blood before they left him behind?
"Help me get the tube in, he'll need it to breathe."
His mouth was opened, and he felt soft hands on his face as an object was slid down his throat. Kalon's body jolted, and his arms moved in an effort to get the foreign object out of his body.
"Kenuro! He's regaining consciousness!"
His eyes opened with more effort than he cared to admit, exposing him to the blinding white lights of whatever room they were in. His vision was unfocused and blurry and black crept in at the edge of his vision. The face of Ilana filled his vision, dark blue skin and bright red eyes looking down on him concern, her blue-black hair was in the same braid that it always was, and she looked on the verge of tears. He wanted to reach out to her, touch her face and tell her that everything was gonna be okay. Words died before they could be heard, blocked by the tube in his tube in his throat, and the only sound that came forth was a stifled choke.
"Get your words in now, there won't be time for anymore."
There was time, wherever they were going, he could go too. He just needed time to wake up.
"Kalon..."
Why did she sound like that? It was like she'd already made up her mind about what was going to happen next.
"There's no time...I-Ch'ah ch'acah vah."
"Ch'ah ch'acah vah k'et, vah cart to hsin'b bun'is ch'acuzah seo bun ch'ah."
Those were the final words he heard before an explosion rocked the room. Kalon heard other voices speaking with urgency, and he thought he was Kenuro sigh before turning away. He was given one final look by his family, and then they were gone. His vision was slowly overtaken with black, and the last thing he felt was cold and wet overtaking his every feeling, then he felt nothing.
The air in the room was stale and harsh, reeking of old blood and overgrowth, it was quiet, save for a light beeping that echoed steadily through the area. Blast scars pockmarked the areas immediately outside of the room, but were noticeably absent here, most notably, a blood trail led from the door to the center of the room, where the sole occupant of the entire fortress-monastery resided, interred in a stasis pod covered in dust and grime. If anyone had felt the pod they'd note that it felt cool to the touch, and that the man inside swam in a liquid that resembled bacta, and wore clothes that were torn and burned, exposing skin that held twisted and ugly scars. A breathing tube ran from his mouth to the top of the machine, and he appeared to be asleep. Directly below the pod lay a pair of of lightsabers, one crossguard, one single bladed, both of them covered in a fine layer of dust, like most everything else in the room, they'd not been touched for a very long time.
The closer one got to the pod, the louder the beeping noise would get, and they'd see that the source came from a vitals monitor off to the side; a slew of medical readings were visible, including his heart rate, blood oxygen level, and a dozen other things that only a medical professional would have any bearing on, what the untrained eye might've focused on would be a collection of words in Aurebesh that read Status: Nominal followed by a button underneath that said RELEASE SUBJECT.
There was no explanation as to who the man in the pod was, no name or identification. Such was the way of most of the facility, there were faint markings of some sigil or logo long since faded, but as far as the untrained eye could tell it was old. The only things that were certain about this base were that there was a fight, a particularly bloody one from the bodies that littered the rest of the place, and the interred man appeared to be the sole survivor of the battle. Any questions that were had, could only be answered by asking that man himself.
