Kaliandra floated or assumed she floated since there was no physical sensation of anything. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear. She couldn't feel. Even the Force that had always been with her was untouchable. As was a sense of time. She had always had an uncanny sense of where and when she was, but this...nothing, was endless. It was getting harder and harder to remember a time when it had now always been so. She slept and she woke and at times she wasn't even sure where on started and the other let off. What time she was awake and knew she was awake she tried to keep her mind occupied. She recited the code, old lessons her Master had taught her, legends she had heard from her Master and from the few holocrons they had found that had survived the destruction of the Jedi Academy on Almas. The tale of seven labors of Master Herycul was the tale she was currently reciting in her mind. She had gotten to the part where he had stolen the sacred brassiere of the Queen of the Amazias people of the Planet Janis when she swore she heard a voice. Soft, indistinct but there. //Master?// she reached out with her mind, but it Force was just as untouchable as before. She was dreaming. She had to have been. Master Herycul had gotten the brassiere and then....what? Surely, the Amazias Queen wouldn’t have liked that, but what happened next. There! There it was again. It was a voice. Closer this time. She could almost hear words. She tried to focus her mind but thoughts were as nebulous as the rest of her. The lack of physical sensations was playing on her mind. She knew it was, but knowing it was and being able to do something with that knowledge were two entirely different things. Kaliandra turned her mind back to the tale and then gave up. That took too much thought and right now just putting one thought in front of the other was becoming impossible. They could be drugging her. That would make thinking harder. She didn’t like drugs and had rarely had to take any. Just mild pain relievers after a fall during training had resulted in an injury or that time she got sick after her breather malfunctioned outside the dome but not much more than that. Master Herycul and the brassiere…wonder what he did with it? Use it as a hat? Double-barreled slingshot? What in the name of the Force would a man want with a brassiere? “Kaliandra….” There! She did hear something! //Master!// “Little Jedi. Run to your Master, Little Jedi. Run to your Master while you can. I’ll find you, Little Jedi. I’ll find you and then…” Nonononono! //Master!//
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