Everything was a jumble still. He’d been in that dreamy haze for years now. The only firm thing in his mind was the explosion on Lothal. He had vague memories of being found-worked on-and then he was being transported away. Everything after that? Until he was woken up from that...dream-whatever it was by a team of what-Rebels?
Blast nothing made much sense to him. He’d been dead-he’d been sure of that. But even with the Force being blind wasn’t exactly helping his state. Ashmead’s Lock was what they called it. An Imperial prison on the Wookie home planet.
But now here he sat in some room after being checked out by medics. How many years had they said it’s been? Not just for him-but all the information they were trying to give him-it was to much.
Glazed eyes traveled towards the door as he heard it open and that all to familiar presence hit his senses. He sat up a bit more, eyes locked to where she stood. He opened his mouth a couple times but he couldn’t really form any words.