Alida wasn't sure how much time had passed. A day? A week? Even longer? She had passed the time in meditation. Or at least as close to meditation as she could reach without the help of the Force. It was either that or worry herself sick over the well-being of her Padawan. The last time she had seen the girl, Kali had been wounded. Was she being cared for? Was she in a situation like this? There were too many questions and not enough answers. Alida calmed herself. She'd been in this situation before, she reminded herself, even if it had been over fifty years ago. She would need to remain calm and in control of herself if she wanted to find her Padawan. Kaliandra had never been cut off from the Force. The girl was well-trained and was self-disciplined, but even that would be hard to maintain when there was nothing at all. There was no Force, no physical sensation; no sensation at all beyond what the mind provided. She forced herself to relax once more, bringing the Code to the forefront of her memories. Ocassionally, she thought she heard voices, but she ignored them, refusing to give in yet to the hallucinations that she knew would eventually gather her up. As long as she was aware of her ability to resist them, she would.
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