Summary: When the detonator went off in Leia’s face, it was as if Han could feel the universe shifting and realigning itself. When he knelt over her bloody and half-broken body, breath rasping in her lungs and heartbeat weak, he thought No, this isn’t right. But then, the Force works in mysterious ways. And sometimes–sometimes it takes something breaking for something else to be healed.
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sweet taste of summer blood
“The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies;
The dew dries up, the star is shot;
The flight is past: and man forgot.”
~Sic Vita, by Francis Quarles
summer afternoon drifted in through the large, arched windows lining the front
of the rotund lobby. Sunbeams danced across the tile floors, pregnant with the
drifting haze of fine dust and failing heat, lending the spacious entryway a
warm, comfortable sense of peace. The bronze letters mounted upon the far wall,
opposite the double sliding entrance doors, burned a quiet, gleaming copper, as
if a hidden fire lurked within the words. Alsarchan emblemeth,
they read. Healing for all.
doors slid open, admitting a cloud of heat and a swirl of choking dust—and with
that, the quiet peace of the summer’s afternoon was shattered.
command was sharp, urgent, the words muffled by the heavy air outside but
carrying no less crisp authority. “Zanis, Evaan—“
sprinted in through the opening doors, dust-covered boots thudding on the
tiles. The man in the lead didn’t slow, and within seconds he had disappeared
into the arched hallway on the far side of the lobby, voice raised in an
echoing shout. The second runner, a woman with honey-gold hair, slid to a halt
a few paces inside the door, amber eyes flashing as she surveyed the room in a
shouted, turning back toward the door, holstering the blaster that had been
resting unobtrusively in her right hand.
“Get her in.