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But he wasn't getting any information anymore. "There was a moment of panic Masters, a sudden realization I think. She tried to reach out to me, but something happened, and she, she fell asleep? No not sleep, her mind shut off, so unconscious? And I can't find her! Without her mind actually active, I don't know where she is!"
"All right Harry," Fay replied soothingly. "Keep some of your attention on the link, we're coming out of hyperspace soon, so we'll be able to start trying to find Aayla quickly. Just keep calm."
The last thing either Fay or Lily wanted was for Harry to start reaching out to the Force in anger or frustration. The corrosive effect of doing so was something neither one wanted to contemplate happening to Harry.
From the cockpit of the small system patrol craft Dooku came through to the equally small sitting room, nodding his head to both women and Harry. "Master Fay is correct, we will be coming out of hyperspace within 5 minutes. Tatooine has a remarkably shallow gravity shadow, so we'll be almost on top of the planet itself. I did the piloting personally, and as you know Jedi can always do a little bit better there than even asked her back droids. I would make it about an hour before we are able to touch down on the planet. I don't expect we'll have any issues of course, but we should be ready to begin our search promptly."
As they came out of hyperspace, Harry was still concentrating more on the connection between himself and Aayla than on the physical plane around him. He nearly smacked his forehead into the hatch of the cockpit, only a gentle Force Push downwards on his head from Master Fay saved him from possibly concussing himself. But it was his attention on the connection between Aayla and himself that saved her so Harry might well have thought a concussion was well worth the price.
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Aayla groggily became aware of the world around her, her eyes fluttering in their sockets and she groaned, muttering in standard, "What the heck hit me?"
"Nothing yet, I wanted you awake for this," said a sinister voice, though at first Aayla could not place where she had heard it before. Then Bib Fortuna leered town at her, and Aayla suddenly realized that she was naked, and that she was tied down to a bed of some kind. He reached down, one nail running around her nipple, and Aayla tried to back away, tried to reach for the Force. But she couldn't, her mind was still too groggy, the drugs in her system inhibiting her badly, even her emotions were disjointed, cloudy.
A medical droid hovered behind Bib, and he laughed evilly. "You were made my dear. You and your Master are both dead now, it's just a matter of time. Of course, if you make it worth my while, I might be persuaded to let you live a little longer…" he said leering down at her.
But Aayla was so out of it she couldn't even process the words, and he sighed. "Pity, that gas seems to have a longer effect on Twi'leks than it would humans, but oh well, I'll still have my fun. First however we'll have to give you another injection just to make sure you stay… compliant. And another one to take that a little further. You'll enjoy yourself my dear, whether you want to or not…"
No, Aayla thought, staring at the droid as it came towards her, a needle pointing out from it and heading towards her arm. No! But she couldn't do anything, her mind was still too groggy still out of it and she felt fear and despair welling within her…
But then there was another mind there. Suddenly Harry was there, his arms around her mentally, their connection flaring in her head as he reached through it. Somehow he used that connection to take control of her own body, pushing her own Force through her body in the techniques needed s to purge her body of the drug. Within one moment and the next his voice was in her head, a clarion call. "Aayla! I'm here!"
Bib Fortuna watched in shock as Aayla's hazel eyes suddenly cleared of the gas in her system. A finger rose, and suddenly the droid was flying backwards shattered from a blast of compressed air, then another sent Bib flying backwards to land broken against the far wall.
Freeing herself from her restraints took Aayla a bit longer, because with Harry's senses still riding her own Aayla refused to look at her own body, something which won a relieved laugh from him. Conjuring up some fire to weaken the plastic restraints, blue fire something that Mistress Lily had taught her, unable to burn skin but quite able to burn anything else, Aayla pulled her hands out after a few moments. Working at her wrists and wincing Aayla looked around the small cubicle anxiously. Luckily Bib had wanted to be alone to have his fun, so only he and the droid had been in the room. But she was still unarmed for the moment, and still naked.
"Let me help with that," Harry said, once again reaching through her mind. Aayla was okay at Transfiguration of small things, and was extremely good at using projectiles. Several spars she had on Coruscant had ended when she suddenly conjured up a few needles from behind or around her opponent, hurling them each at a different target while also pressing her attack from the front. No other Padawan could handle that kind of thing, though her own master had done so easily.
But clothing was still somewhat beyond Aayla even now since she hadn't been able to experiment with it often while at the Temple. Now however she visualized her clothing in her mind, and Harry helped her, working with her, their mental hands clasped together fit to never let go again and… suddenly Aayla was holding up several bits of clothing.
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