continued from here with @fallgrim / with arra
nothing feels real. when arra holds up her hand to examine her fingers, make sure she's not dreaming, her vision blurs. her fingers, held before her eyes, are visibly trembling... but arra is not shaking. her body is pointedly, completely still.
movement around her feels like a fog, shifting. the jedi reaches out with the force, eyes squeezing shut, and finds nothing to grasp, nothing to tear, nothing to cling to with all her might. darkness meets her. a void. when arra opens her eyes again, her gaze still shaking, she locks upon a tall figure, lithe and impossible, appearing from nothing and stepping into something downright terrifying. once again, the jedi feels in the force — hunting for protection and bravery, scrambling to cling to something malleable in her defense, but it is as if the force has been removed from this part of the galaxy. it is as if the force cannot find her in this strange ship.
something speaks, and arra, chilled, grabs for her saber. the light cuts on with a hiss, blade appearing, the glow bursting across her skin. she uses it like a flashlight — holding it out, squinting to see whoever or whatever it is that now speaks to her. the lithe figure, incomprehensible, has six glowing eyes. it is nothing like she has ever seen in her life. we're surrounded, she'd said out of instinct before (arra almost forgot she was alone, without troopers to accompany her), and maybe that's true. we're surrounded. i'm surrounded.
"who are you?" defiant, arra cools her hostility and fear into a pit of steady tones, dialogue as crisp as she can make it. "what are you?"
