Luke was wandering the halls of the crew quarters, brow furrowed. He'd been feeling a... well, not precisely a darkness, or a shadow, but more like an eddy in the Force. It wasn't from one of the Force-sensitives on Stacy, or from anything truly malicious that he could sense. It was just that something was wrong, and the Force wanted Luke to go see what it was and if there was anything he could do about it.

Jedi did try to right wrongs, after all. So, his senses stretched out ahead and around him, Luke paced the corridors, until he got a door. His senses gave him a hey buddy nudge. Whatever he was looking for, the Force was telling him to go in here.

He paused, then knocked quietly, projecting his senses inside, and felt someone familiar inside. "Steve?" Luke called quietly, worry for his young friend rising in his chest. "It's Luke. Are you in there?"

It’s a ton to take in, to say the least. Seriously? Really, seriously? After all that fighting, after nearly losing so many people and actually losing others, after all that risk, it’s for this?

Cassie isn’t sure if being sold off as a slave is all that worse than knowing their entire universe has been obliterated. In the end, well, it isn’t exactly one reality or the other, but the thought still bothers her: sometimes it’s just so much better to be naive.

Then again, she wouldn’t have come as far as she has in life if she had stuck with naive. And it isn’t as though everything they knew and loved was lost forever, is it? If there’s a slim chance of getting out of this and restoring their worlds, they’re going to do it, right?

Cassie shoves that to the back of her mind for a second and reaches over to slip her hand into Kon’s. She leans him against him a touch, her other hand resting on his arm.

“Hey,” she says, “Let’s check out that room. If I see another pod I’m going to seriously damage something.”

Zero gravity. It was not something Arha was familiar with.  Today was a day to do new things.  She floated in the middle of the Sensorium's white environment, getting used to the feel of it as metal walls and a series of corridors began to appear.  Arha was no swimmer, but she was good with figuring things out and that was going to include how to move in a zero-gravity environment. 

She took a breath as a thin column appeared next to her, and shoved off, carefully manipulating her body to angle herself toward her target--another wall twenty freet from her. She missed and went crashing into the edge of the wall, which spun her hard into another.  She hung there, cussing under her breath, her knees tucked against her chest as she finally slowed and came to a bumping rest.

Twenty-six years ago today, she had been born and given to the Bene Gesserit.  Twenty-six years.  Time had passed and had brought her here, to this place, this time, and this moment.

"I survived twenty-six years," Arha said aloud as she untucked herself and set her feet against the wall before trying the next one.  "Twenty-six minus forty-one."  She closed her eyes, her fingers reaching for the wall.  "Fifteen.  Fifteen more years to go, Leto.  Maybe I shall live past those years in spite of history.  Ah!"
( Not really Leto. Yet. )