29 Comatose (1/2)
Sabine Wren was seated beside the medical bed which was occupied by that of Ezra Bridger. Herbrown eyes simply staring through him as he laid there, unconscious. He was in a coma since he had arrived. At least now he was outside of stasis as he was able to be kept in normal condition without it.
Her eyes seemed bigger than usual, she was slumped over in the seat, her arms leaning into the bed. She was looming over him, watching for any sign of movement. She had been up for hours, her eyes were bloodshot, the red made her hues more apparent.
Every so often however she glanced over the young padawan's body toward the Grand Moff who was sitting beside the bed across the room. There he was watching over the Grand Admiral Thrawn, a man who had tried to wipe out the rebellion.
Though Thrawn was not necessarily evil, he was one of the most powerful core members of the Imperial Navy and Army. His ability to dissect the work and culture of his foes to better his own stratagems was a flawless asset for anyone who held it.
It seemed however that Tobias Rune wasn't worried at all about either one of these patients. If one of them were to die, it'd just be another funeral. If Ezra died, he'd still be returned to his home. He'd be honored as a hero, dead or alive. And she would fulfil her promise, to bring him back to Lothal.
The closer she looked at the Grand Moff however, the more she noticed that Tobias had his eyes shut as if he was sleeping. Blinking a few times, she slowly got up from her seat and crept towards him. His head started to nod, he looked as if he was in a position to meditate. She had seen her late friend do it, she had seen Ezra meditate too. However it definitely looked like the Moff was sleeping. She gave him a dull look as she heard a small snort escape his nose.
”He's sleeping...?” Sabine dressed in an Imperial Uniform with a cloak which had been supplied to her, walked up to him casually and gently waved her hand in front of his face.
There was no response, other than his head lulling forward and slapping his forehead right into her hand. Again, there was no response to that either. It was as if he was in a deep sleep. HIs body began to gave way and suddenly he fell forward from his chair.
His face planted right into Thrawn's chest and immediately the man in a white imperial uniform with blue skin, opened his red eyes. He could feel the warmth of someone on his chest and slightly raised his head.
Thawn cocked a brow, ”Interesting...” His typical accent flared as he let his head drop weakly back onto the pillow. His eyes darting over towards the shape of Sabine. His vision was blurry so he couldn't make things out quite well, but the highlights in her hair were a symbol he would recognize anywhere.
However the uniform she was wearing wasn't something he could believe, why was she wearing an Imperial pilot corpse uniform? Squeezing his eyes shut, he opened them again as he raised his hand to lift the Moff's head from his chest. Looking at the young man, he furrowed his previous cocked brow.
”So I was saved by a Farmer? Pleasant...” His eyes trailed down towards the rank insignia and blinked a few times. Slowly he rested Tobias Rune's head on the bed beside him and sat up. ”A farmer with a 'Grand' career. How curious.” Thrawn looked back to Sabine who was just standing there watching him with a face of annoyance.
”Did...” His eyes traced over her facial features, he took in her height. ”You get older?” To him that didn't seem right. Why did she change so much? Why was she on board an Imperial Starship? was she undercover to destroy the Empire?
Instinctively, he reached over and checked the pulse of Tobias Rune to see if the sleeping man was alive in which he was. So she wasn't here to assassinate the Moff, why was she here?
”Yes, it's been about six years since you disappeared over Lothal.” She'd gesture over towards the Jedi Padawan which hadn't woken up yet. ”Thanks to your disappearance, Lothal was liberated... But at the same time I spent most of my years afterward searching.” The corner of her lip twitched slightly in distaste.
While she seemed to dislike him, he understood why. Though she didn't at all seem hostile. His eyes looked to the Moff once more and noticed several items on his belt. Lightsabers, his blue face light up with interest.
”What's the status of the Empire, Sabine Wren?” Thrawn asked her curious, feeling the need to know more about the situation he was finding himself in. At the same time, he was wondering if she would actually indulge his questions; to his surprise however, she was.