~Yula POV~
"What's the plan, Commander?" Key asked attentively as I moved around the map we had of the outer Seppie base on Gamior. That's where Cira has to be.

As I started concentrating and talking through a crappy plan, I started getting lost in some type of trance. I was beyond exhausted, my brain was fried, and I'd just been combatting Battle Droids for a week straight. Oh, and did I mention my Master was being held captive?

Suddenly everything went black and I felt the floor of the Gun Ship, flying through Hyper-Space, smash into my body with a loud and sudden thud.

Suddenly I awoke on a hard, metal floor. I was alone. There were no walls, no ceiling. Just me and a hard metal floor that ran like a runway into a black abyss. Then in a split second I was bombarded with tiny visions within the one I was in. Or, at least I think it's a vision. It just feels so real...

The walls became the floor in what felt like endless spinning. My mind going a million miles an hour, my Troopers even more confused.

Now I'm alone in a dark room. A figure in grey clothing waltzes from the corner. It took an idiot to not recognize a Seppie.

Cira was being suspended above the ground in this room. It slowly became more lit, but it was still dark. Not in the lighting itself, but it was filled with the awful stench of the Dark Side.
       
In a terrifying instant, her body burned to the point it was smoking. It was internal, not from an actual fire.
       
Her eyes clouded over until they were a foggy grey.
       
She lost all control over the Force and objects started flying around.
       
Then for a millisecond, the man smiled a toothy, evil smile, and then smirked.
       
Then I saw a side of myself I'd never knew existed.  I, overcome by rage, sliced his hands clean off. It was self defense, but also vengeance.
       
The last thing I saw was even more confusing. I was sitting cross legged, floating a few inches above the ground, meditating. I had one hand on a figure clouded by white. The only moment of clarity came when their eyes burst open and everything went from black and white to filled with color.

~Cira POV~
         I never knew what that Separatist gave me, but an intense burning quickly spread throughout my entire body. At first, just a slight annoyance. It escalated to such pain that I'd rather cut my own leg off.

My eyes started getting foggy and it became harder to connect my vision to my brain.

Finally I saw the person responsible. A man dressed in a plain, yet oddly intimidating, grey uniform walked forward. A smirk spread across his face as he saw me in such an awful state.

"Oh how the mighty Jedi General has fallen," he spat at me.

Now he held a small tube of liquid in his hand and waved it at me,"I'll give you one last chance. If you tell me what Systems will be joining the Republic, I'll give you this antidote," he said as he slowly stepped closer and closer.

I winced as I painfully forced the words out of my mouth,"And what if I don't?"

Now he was just inches from my face. He simply chucked and an evil smirk spread across  his bony face,"Then I'm sure your apprentice will tell me, won't she, General."

On that note he laughed a bit and backed out of my cell, leaving me to curse whatever poison I was reacting to.

~Yula POV~
"Ah!"

I shot up like a A-Wing entreating Hyper-Space  and sat cross legged on the ground. Key and Fitz were standing a few feet away. I couldn't tell if they were confused or or just accustomed to this sort of thing.

"Are you alright, Commander?" Key asked as he offered my a hand.

I took his hand and used it to pull myself back in my feet,"Yeah. What happened?" I asked, as if they'd know what my vision meant.

They both exchanged a humorous, confused glance,"We were hoping you would know," Fitz said,"Jedi stuff?" He asked with a shrug.

"Sure. Jedi stuff sounds good," I replied as I stood over the Holo-Table again.

"Now, we have a Rescue Op to plan."

There was time to decipher that odd vision later.

 
        "Okay, release the grappling hooks on three. One... two... three!"

The Troopers followed my Command easily and we all jumped from the ship to the wall. I held in tightly to my own as I searched for a place to cut into. I felt the living Force all around me. And make importantly, inside the Base.

All I sensed was pain.

"Might wanna hurry that up, Commander," Fitz urged as we all anxiously hung there in the open.

I didn't say anything, I had to concentrate.

After the next few tensest seconds of my life, I plunged my Emerald Green blade into the wall. It was thick, but no match for a light saber.

        
After another gut wrenchingly tense minute or two, I knew where Cira was. I had to hack into a computer that was right by the cutout. Guess I found a good spot.

We all took off running, gunning down Droids as we ran. I was at the front, acting as a shield.

My saber flying around in a blur, hitting every droid the blaster bolt came from. It was easy. A little too easy... but to be fair, I did know we were going straight into a trap.

We all did.

       
"Stay here and guard the door. Be ready to fight our way out," I warned quickly as I used my R2-Unit stick to get inside the cell.

That cell. It was all too similar to my vision. A dark side filled room.

Cira fit the same, horrifying description, too.
She was pale, her eyes a cloud of grey.

I could see several objects, all some form of torture device, floating a slight amount, I'm guessing from Cira losing control.

Then from the corner of my eye, the man dressed in grey approached.

"Ah, you've arrived much swifter than I imagined. Welcome, Jedi," he said condescendingly with a toothy grin appearing.

"Let her go."

"Dear child, it's not that simple. See, you have something I need. Knowledge."

I kept a hand on my saber, which was now hanging from my belt as I remained silent, awaiting his demands. More like waiting for him to shut up so I could kick his ass.

"Here's my offer; you tell me which systems are transitioning to the Republic, and I'll give your Master this antidote, as well as your freedom. Don't you see? We both will profit from this exchange," he was now very slowly pacing around. I wasn't sure if I should focus on him or Cira more.

"Well, here's how this deal will work. I will profit. Not you." Just speaking like this gave me an insane power rush, a feeling of authority almost.

"I see you're unwilling to cooperate. I'll give you one last chance. Tell me now, or your Master perishes," he said in a much angrier tone as he held the small vile in his gnarled fingers.

I said nothing.

"Well, that was most unfortunate." He then squeezed his hand into a fist and shattered the glass, causing the antidote to seep out into the metal floor.

Then with lightning speed he whipped out a blaster and fired straight at me. Luckily, I saw that coming. Duh.

My blade blocked it and sent it right back his way in a flash. It hit him at the top of his left arm.

I started letting my anger drive my power. I've never felt this way before. I wasn't freezing up!

All I wanted to do was kick his ass for what he did to Cira. I almost felt like I wanted to... to end him. To kill him.

I walked forward with big powerful steps and he pretended he hadn't just gotten shot as he kept firing.

I blocked every single shot. I could easily sense his worry and fear, which he masked with smack talk.

"Is that the best you can do?"

The anger stayed with me, flowing through my blood and powering my every move like an unstoppable machine. Not the usual wimpy Padawan I am.

I glared at him even more and Force Pushed him into the wall with the flick of a wrist.

He went flying, hitting the wall with a painful, heavy, thud.

"Better?" I sarcastically asked with a clearly fake grin. He sat up and coughed, looks like I finally shut him up.

I walked over to where he was laying on the ground, getting way too cocky for my own good.

Suddenly he smirked and his hands lurched forward to my ankles and I noticed a bracelet on his  right wrist, his left hand holding down a button on it. In that moment, I didn't even think with my brain. I thought with my weapon.

The emerald blade quickly drew blood as I followed my instincts and sliced across the Electric Shock bracelet, taking his hands with it.

"Yu- we need t-" was all I could comprehend from my suffering Master as it became clear we needed to leave.

With that monster now defenseless, I left him.

This was a rescue op, not a hunt.

"I know, let's go," I said as I released her from the restraints. She was falling down weakly but I caught her and draped her arm across my shoulders, holding onto it with one of my hands. My other arm went around her waist as I drug her with me out the door, straight into a battle field.

       
"Key, take her! We need to move now! I'll cover you!" I shouted above the blazers.

"Yes Ma'am!" He responded and did as I asked. Cira was now draped one of his shoulders so the other was free to shoot. I stood in front of Key and covered him, my had waving everyone to move back.

"We don't have long, go men!" I yelled. They all picked up speed, following my example.

       
Everything was a blur. Every single blaster, every single step, everything. It was a blur. Next thing I knew, we were back at our make shift entrance, with the Ship still outside.

"Everyone jump! I'll get you across!" I shouted as I hung back.

One by one, the other three Troopers jumped and I used the Force to push them into the ship.

After a bolt nearly grazed my head, I jumped across too, using the Force to conquer the distance. I landed inside, catching myself with my hands as I was going head first to the floor, and immediately shouted,"Back to Corasaunt!"

       
Key set Cira down in a spare cot inside and everyone else went searching for any medical supplies.
"We're losing her fast," he said frantically.
"I know what to do... I, I think?" I nervously replied as I got into the usual meditation position. I had no idea what I was doing but this seemed right, so what the hell.
Breathe in.
Breath out.
In.
Out.
...
I felt myself slip away from the physical reality and into the living Force. Meditation slowed my mind down. I was able to reach through and find Cira's Signature. I really don't know what happened, but as I was searching for a way to help her, I felt strength leaving my body. Not like I was dying or in pain, but like someone was borrowing the Physical Force within me.

I was using Meditation to heal her!
Or at least stabilize her.

Either way, I let my instinct take over. Just like I have been this entire mission. After all, it has worked out for me.

       
I don't know how long I stayed like that. All I know is I woke up, dizzy and in a haze back on Corasaunt, watching her get rushed away to the Infirmary surrounded by Doctors.

I sighed, in relief and in worry, and ran a tired hand through my messy, Lilac hair as I sat down on the ship's edge in the Hanger.

Finally taking a real breathe for the first time in days.

Then a hand protected by Clone Trooper armor rested on my shoulder. It was Key. 

"You did good, kid."