Ohoh... Darranak didn't feel very good. The stupid crate must have jolted, and made him hit his head in the cramped mini when is went into hyperspace. Maybe that hadn't actually been such a great idea. He got up and swung by teh Med lab to see who had died. He saw the Jedi laying on one of the beds. Bed. Not such a terrible idea right now. Maybe he would take a snooze.
But then he swung around again. Had he seen movement. Then he noticed the girl moving in her sleep. Maybe that was it. But in that condition, she should be under tranq right now, which would have kept her from having any dreams or hallucinations...
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!