[He feels the pressure again, but the addition of her tone of voice somehow makes it worse. It feels like hot wax running down the back of his neck, but this time, he grits his teeth against it. He thinks not of his mother’s location, but of his mother’s love. How the tears she had been holding back began to fall when she found him st the base of the Falcon’s gangplank. How she had embraced him, and hiw she had told him that she understood, and not to forget her as he grew old.
And violently, he pushes it back on her, through the spike that drives into the center of his skull. She gains the information, of open space and the image of the Raddeus — but no recognizable star systems. Wild space.]
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And violently, he pushes it back on her, through the spike that drives into the center of his skull. She gains the information, of open space and the image of the Raddeus — but no recognizable star systems. Wild space.]
No.