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Misa is waiting in the only place she can be hidden and not found on this Death Star: Lord Vader's quarters. She'd tried to meditate earlier and had been, well, poked because the Emperor would be able to find her then. She hates not having anything to do, but apparently, her nervous energy blends in with all the other nervous energy on this... horrific monstrosity.

She sighs and leans against the door, her head tilted back as she stares at the ceiling. She concentrates just enough to know that a fight has started. So. Skywalker had shown up? Good. But that doesn't mean that she's not going to help. Oh, she's not stupid enough to go marching into the throne room and trying to decapitate Palpatine - though it's tempting - but she knows that her Lord cannot survive this without her. Her visions had shown her that much, though she's not sure what to think about them.

Another sigh as she begins to pace again. She needs to get out of here, to get somewhere... Her head snaps up. Something had happened to her Lord. Something... Alarms start going off all over the Death Star and she says his orders be damned, she's not staying here. He needs her.

The entire base is in disarray. Stormtroopers and officers are running all which way. She doesn't care about them. She needs to find him. Racing down corridors that she doesn't find familiar, trailing his fading Force presence, Misa is not going to let him die. She doesn't know that she can help him, but she's going to try!

She skids around a corner, slamming into a trio of Stormtroopers that fall as she uses the Force to right herself. Palpatine is dead. She can tell that. He's dead! She stops, reorienting herself and then dashes off again, sliding around another corner. THERE! There he is. Being helped by... Who is that?

But then the guy falls, and she can't hear what he's saying to her Lord as she pounds her way through the people between them and her. She skids to her knees, just as he's reaching for the helmet. "Don't!" She says, panting. "Don't, you'll kill him!" She puts her hand on Lord Vader's shoulder. "And I'm not going to let you die." She whispers as the Force flows through her, slowly - painstakingly slowly - trying to stabilize her Lord. "We need to get him on the ship and into his bed." She says, not looking at the man who had been carrying Vader. "Please, help me." She waves at the black shuttle that is Lord Vader's private ship that they'd been headed for.

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His fingers tightened on hers, and she feels his anger. Looking up at him, tears on her cheeks, she is still trying to calm his vitals, though that seems to be a pipe dream right now.

She doesn't know why he's feeling what he's feeling, but her presence is solid and present. She is another person, much like him, that doesn't give up her people easily. She's lost too many. Her biological parents, the courtesans of the House, and then, almost, Freema and Jocko. And this man, this broken, sad, destroyed man, had taken her in, taken in the pair that had become her parents, and given her a place to live, not just survive. He'll have to pry her off with something a bit stronger than a lightsaber.

Misa double checks the area, just in case, but they're safe, for the moment.

"Let me help." She whispers, worried about his blood pressure and pulse. "Please."

Obi-Wan is not physically demonstrative, but Luke is, and he's never truly gotten to say goodbye. Now, of course, he knows that goodbye isn't really goodbye, not for them. But still. He leans into the squeeze and then throws his arms around Ben, just one time.

But even in this dream, this vision, he is exhausted. His body battered, inside and out. And soon, he loses the concentration and either he or Obi-Wan fades from his consciousness, and he falls into a deep, dark slumber.

He's not sure how long he sleeps, but he awakes with a jolt, almost as if Palpatine has him again. His body is seizing, and while it lasts only a brief second, when it passes every muscle in his body aches with a vengeance only adrenaline had spared him the previous day. Everything hurts.

Obi-Wan couldn't say he was surprised at Luke's actions - they mirrored Anakin's so truly it felt like a squeeze to his heart. And in this moment, he can return the embrace, holding onto Luke in a way he never could have in life. But he still whispers in the Force - rest. sleep. heal But he still lingers, until Luke is deeply asleep.

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Misa's words don't really reach him, but her emotions and intent came through. He started to bat away at her but really, did he have the energy? No. His roll of energy was not pulling away from her, but it wasn't submissive either - more a bow of his head to allow her to work.

"No, it won't." It is stubborn, almost petulant but his being stops being as hostile. At least openly. He still is giving the energy of a feral feature, liable to bite. Or attack.

"No. Justice is something which is difficult to get, no matter the place one holds. But that doesn't mean those who love you, even if they can't approve of your actions, stop loving you." Needing to be loved and approved of - these were things Anakin needed to move past but it would not be easy for anyone.

Even if the response was just a scoff. He wasn't going to pull away from Qui-Gon more than he currently was. But he was done talking. However if Qui-Gon wanted to just stay with him...well. He'd like that.

It takes her time to calm his pulse and blood pressure. Actually it comes to just soothing him. His body, and suit, do the rest. But she's worried. Something had happened in the night to do this, and she isn't sure what it was. Misa doesn't like that. She really doesn't.

When the first seizure hits Lord Vader, she's prepared, at least mentally, for it. It's not the first time. Unfortunately, there's not much she can do save soothe him and be there. But then another seizure pings against her senses, spread out as she is. Except it isn't Vader. The presence is different in the Force.

Then her eyes widen. Luke! He must have taken damage from Palpatine. Meaning... kriff. She's going to have two of them. She mutters a few choice phrases under her breath and gets up to go see to Luke. There's nothing she can do for her Lord right now, but his son? Him, she can help.

"Luke?" She says, letting him feel her presence, even as she calls his name. She carefully kneels next to him, her hand hovers over him, but she can feel his pain. "Luke, this will help." She says, gently putting a hand on his forehead and beginning to ease the pain and stiffness left behind by the last day or so. The Force flows through her, warm and light, a gentle breeze on the perfect day. She stops, once she senses he isn't so tense. "Come on. I'll help you to the ship." She plans on getting the hell out of here. Vader and her Dad had taught her to fly. All she needs is a destination.

Luke opens his eyes, blinking a few times before his vision clears enough to truly see her. He had not startled at her presence or her touch; even now with the memories fresh, he seems to trust her. And the relief is, well, a relief. He hadn't known such things were possible, with the Force. There is so much he doesn't know. There's so much he's been left without, that having his father alive, and here with him... even having Misa, whatever she is to him, means everything.

He grimaces as he lets her help him sit, then stand, stiffly rubbing fingers through his hair as if worried about the status of his appearance after a night on the ground.

"I'm sorry," he says pointlessly. "I don't know... what that was." A nightmare, maybe? A memory? He still hurts, but he supposes that's to be expected. He fought a battle, yesterday.

Inside and out.

The seizures are always bad. Worse each time - more severe, lasting longer, in the duration of the spell and in the duration of time it takes them to fade away as his body heals. They aren't pleasant, they are painful, but they pass and aren't frightening - he just needs to rest. When it hits, it rips him away from Qui-Gon's lingering presence and drives the needles from his helmet further into his skull. But he can only focus on Misa so far - he pulls away because exhaustion is going to claim him and the more he fights, the more he tries the more he's going to have to make choices he doesn't want to have to choose between. Misa will see him through medically, he knows, and she will see to Luke, and if there's a choice to make, who gets her attention and energy...

Well.

He'd made that choice clear. The boy, over him.

But he's still aware enough, even in sleep, to sense her and Luke.

Misa sighs. "Not a nightmare." She says, softly. "A seizure. The Force Lightning brings them on." She is not going to explain how she knows that. She is not going to explain the times she's sat at Lord Vader's side and just soothed him enough so he could sleep a little while the seizures wracked his body.

She hates it. Another reason to really hate Palpatine. She wants to kill the bastard again.

Gently, she takes him into the ship. "Here, stay with him." She says, then fetches blankets to wrap around Luke. Vader will be fine, but she's not so sure about Luke. Her Lord had made it clear: take care of the boy. she would do that.

She grabs a bit of the fruit and meat from the previous night. "Do you think you can eat?" She asks, gently, kneeling in front of him. Her sense of urgency says 'get out', but she needs to care for her patients first.