What you live and breathe is why you're dying

[neverlosemyfocus]

Siri slumped in the pilot’s seat of their purloined ship, rubbing an exhausted, tired hand over her face. She was absolutely drained, had been since Mygeeto. Her injured arm and shoulder, her ribs, her knee, were throbbing, as the bacta patches did what little they could for her injuries. Shock, reaction, had long since set in, but there wasn’t much she could do. They didn’t have the time. She’d managed to fall into a brief healing trance earlier, after reaching the Sundered Heart, which had helped to alleviate some of it. The rest… she would just have to deal with. There was too much to do. And they couldn’t stop moving. Not yet.

Anakin had Fallen. Succumbed to the Dark Side and slaughtered countless Jedi. He’d tried to kill Padmé. His wife. It had been a very near thing. Had things gone even a little differently… he would have succeeded.

But he hadn’t. That was what mattered. As Obi-Wan had battled Anakin, Siri had taken Padmé and stolen a ship. Obi-Wan would find them later. He’d promised. She had to believe he would keep it. That he wouldn’t die on Mustafar. She couldn’t allow herself to focus on that; her mission had been to take care of Padmé.

She'd taken the Senator to a medical facility on Polis Massa, and although she’d had her doubts about the medical droids abilities to do… well, ANYTHING, they somehow managed to save Padme’s life. She’d lent whatever strength she could, pouring the Force into the other woman with the desperate hope that it would help.

Maybe it had. Or maybe they’d simply gotten lucky.

Padmé had had twins. A boy that she'd named Luke, and a girl named Leia. Somehow, all three of them survived. Siri could only thank the Force. But they didn’t have time to linger on the asteroid. They had to MOVE. As soon as Anakin – Vader, he was Vader, now, discovered that not only were they alive, but that he had children… nowhere in the galaxy would be safe for them.

As soon as the droids said it was safe to move them, she did, getting the new family ensconced on the ship and leaving as fast as she kriffing could.

For now, they would fly. Head to the outer reaches of the galaxy for a while, staying under the radar until Obi-Wan joined them. And he would. Force, she refused to believe anything else. She couldn’t. Not right now. Not with the loss of so many Jedi lingering in her mind. Sighing softly, Siri pushed blonde hair back off her face and eased herself out of the pilot’s chair. Checking everything over one last time, she limped back to where Padmé and her children rested.