Reilli/Theron On the edge of consciousness.
Theron was cold. He couldn’t feel much else beyond that. He thought he remembered a white hot flash of pain in his abdomen but, try as he might to focus on it, that pain had seemingly passed. Or had been imagined. He was inclined toward the latter, as nothing seemed real any longer. As best he could tell, he was floating in an icy, ink black sea. Last he’d known, he’d been on a mission on Tatooine. Given that was about as far from water or cold as you could get in the galaxy, either his memory was flawed or his senses were wrong. He didn’t especially like either possibility.
Suddenly, there was a point of warmth. Not the oppressive heat of twin suns but something… closer, more familiar. It made his heart beat a little faster and it grounded him. As nice as that was, it also brought him back to a very painful reality.