Everything Broken: A Star Wars Story

Chapter Nine: Umbara

The durasteel walls of the transport were coated in an almost luminous frosty sheen. The viewport of the ship was covered in swirls of frost, the only aspect left visible was the cold remains of the once operating ship. Kidara sat huddled in a corner near the system ventilator, the only source of heat that had long since been in working order. Her teeth chattered, ever so slightly, her breath a cloud of hazy perspiration. Her eyelashes were white, covered in a frost similar to the cold covering the walls and the stiff edges of her robes. she was shivering, violently, and she couldn't open her eyes. She had tried earlier to stand up and pace back and forth but failed, her joints refusing to move as they locked up.

Kidara was frozen.

The oxygen in the ship was still plentiful, but without a system ventilator in operating order, the air was stale and would soon become unbreathable. Kidara had tried igniting her saber to defrost some of the ice on the ship, but her fingers could barely move.

She took one final inhale, almost laughing, before promptly backing out.

~*~

The room Kidara woke up in was not familiar. Kidara didn't need her eyes to tell where she was, though. The instinctive smell of the room she was in was indication enough. She sat up on the stiff white bed of the Medbay, The white durasteel walls glaring back at her, judging her. These rooms had always been too clean, too sanitized. The smell of disinfectant and bacta, the cold, recycled air that made her shiver, and the awfully bright overhanging lights that made Kidara feel like she was terribly out of place. The room was eerily silent, no beeping or buzzing or groaning coming from anywhere in the open area. Kidara looked at er fingertips, which she had realized were stinging, and found they were blue.

right.

Kidara had almost forgotten the events that had taken place—well—she didn't know how long ago. She assumed it was fairly recent if her fingers were still blue. She had and IV in her arm, and her sleeve was rolled up past her elbow. Kidara groaned, she hated being a burden to the medical staff. Good soldiers needed this, not her. Kidara stood up, grasping the IV stand with her shaking fingers and taking a step towards the entrance of the medbay. She realized she was in standard blacks, not a medbay issued gown or her own robes, which Kidara found odd. They were certainly warmer than the other options, so she didn't complain or ponder on it. She was just glad she was still in her own boots.

Where am I?

Kidara was unaware if she was on board a well equipped ship or if she was on a base somewhere. She certainly wasn't in the temple, the walls were different than the tan walls of the healers. It was certainly a Medbay, but Kidara was completely disoriented.

dragging the IV stand beside her, Kidara stepped out of the cold, white room. The lights were an almost green color, hazy and alien-like. Kidara had never seen this building before. There were blaster marks littering the extend of the long, curving hallway, turning the corner into an unknown area. It was the same in the other direction. Kidara reached out with the force, trying to reach someone, something, but felt nothing, like her vision was clouded by static.

Odd.

Thats when Kidara realized this was a recent altercation. The blaster marks were still warm, and some of them were steaming. When she heard footsteps coming from the far end of the hallway, Kidara panicked. She pressed her thumb and forefinger on either side of her arm, putting pressure on the area where the needle entered her vein. She pulled out the IV, careful to re-tape the fissure to avoid excessive bleeding. As she turned back into the medbay, hiding behind the wall, she saw that the footsteps were coming from 212th clones.