On the Wings of Valkyrie

Chapter CXV

Luna was silently contemplating whether or not to crack Vader's meditation chamber open like an egg. She was about ninety percent sure the only reason the Sith had decided to start meditating was because he wanted to avoid her and knew the girl wasn't one to disturb him when he bothered to take care of himself on his own accord (she may have been avoiding both him and the Force but that didn't mean she was blind to the fact his presence was clearly exhausted).

Perhaps the sudden role reversal was entertaining to some people (Luke most notably), but Luna knew better than to let something like a disagreement take precedence over a vision. And Vader had just had a vision, she'd sensed that much clearly. Not that she knew what was in the vision, of course, just that he'd had one. Luna had lived with the Sith for far too long to miss something like that, especially considering the fact it had been so blatantly obvious as well. Not to mention whatever Vader had seen had caused him to focus his presence around their location. Whatever he had seen had been disturbing and something must have gone very wrong.

Luke must have died.

Now there was a reason behind this deduction, the girl had not simply jumped to such a conclusion. Luna was rather sure Ahsoka's death wouldn't have quite qualified for such a reaction, especially since the Sith had only just started speaking to the Grey Jedi again. Padmé was out because Vader had been zeroing in on their general location in order to calm down rather than the woman's still sleeping presence. That left Luke.

So what idiot did Luna need to kill to prevent the vision from coming into fruition? Wouldn't be the first time Vader had dispatched her to take care of a threat before it became one, though usually it was a simple forewarning sense, not something serious enough to cause extreme worry. Or was it one of those complicated things where it wasn't that simple like Anakin's vision on Earth had been? Of the many things Vader could read from a vision, metaphors were not one of them as the red ribbons had proven.

And was it connected to her own vision? A couple times she and Vader had seen the same sort of visions, though gotten different pieces. When combined it was clear, the clearest form of a vision either of them had ever experienced, but separated was near impossible to understand on her end. It was likely in part due to the experiment Luna had undergone, Vader getting the main points and she somehow catching a handful of less important yet still helpful variables, but all the same....

But what the hell could possibly make her vision make sense? It was almost like those dreams she had about Sophie but a lot less....well, friendly for lack of a better term. Which was saying something. And parts of it were clear in their own way. The agony she experienced reminded her of how it felt when Vader was severely injured. To be honest, that fact was part of the reason Luna had been struggling to ignore or avoid the vision. Simply judging from how it felt.... Worse than Naboo. Worse than when Vader's suit was off.

What and who could do that to Vader if that was indeed part of the vision's forewarning?

Luna's thoughts altered course as pain, by now familiar but still agonizing due to her current low pain threshold, spread up from her muscles, her body complaining about the fact she was still standing. Not that sitting on the floor would be much better, but it would allow her legs to rest.

Maybe she ought to meditate too. Take time to collect herself and allow the connection required for the Force to finally fully heal her. Might as well considering she wasn't planning on moving until Vader spoke with her and it'd be hard for him to get past her if she did it in the middle of the doorway even if the Force saw fit to teleport her awareness to a different galaxy.

Gingerly, Luna moved to the floor, brow creasing as the new position caused many of her injuries to have new complaints. Cerberus layed down around her, like a dragon curling itself around a tree it wished to protect. It wasn't proper form, but Luna leaned against the tuk'ata's warm side all the same, drifting into the welcoming folds of the Force.