Satele, after conversing with the council and military figures, went back to her room. Locking the door, she pulled out the little imperial soldier who was still unconscious. She gently places her finger on your chest and you were still breathing.
"Poor thing. He's going to be shocked when he comes too." She said, putting you on the bed. "What am I going to do with you?"
As a jedi, Satele felt a need to help anyone in trouble. Even if they were the enemy. She could hand you over to the military. The scientist could possibly cure you. But that would lead to some horrible experiments, painful even. She grimaces a little at the thought.
There was also another choice for her. She could keep you with her. Not tell anyone about your condition. The Empire would assume all lost with the ship and no one in the Republic will be looking for survivors. She could keep you with her and you'd be safe. But it would be a major life change for you. Plus, you wouldn't take the news very well.
For now, nothing could be done as you were still unconscious and she was unsure of what to do.
"I must meditate on this." She said, moving to a clear space and entering a meditative state.
"Argh....." You said waking up. You take a look at your surroundings and it looks like you're in someone's room.
"Where am I?" You said, getting to your feet. You notice you're also on the person's bed and everything looks oddly big for some reason.
"You're awake. Finally." A voice said. It sounded loud and close by. You turn around and see it's Satele, but she's huge. How is she huge? Just looking at her made you want to run.
"Don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you." She said, trying to calm your nerves. It wasn't working that well as you were still panicking inward.
"H-how are you.... Why are you.....so big?" You said.
"It's even more shocking than that. I'm not big, you're small. That explosion from the reactor did something to you that made you smaller." She said. You remember the reactor explosion. It knocked you out cold.
"Bu....But how did it....do this to me?" You said, trying to wrap your head around this.
"I don't know either. That's why I brought you back to Tythoon with me." She said. That would explain the room you are in. It's hers. Which leaves you completely at her mercy. Even if she's a jedi. How are you going to get out of this? What are you going to do now that you're this size? You are startled out of thought when she places her hand down in front of you.
"Climb on. It will be easier to talk." She said. You were very hesitant to do so. It's like walking into a Krayt dragon's open mouth. But if she wanted to do anything to you, she'd be doing it right now, right? It's not like you could easily get away. So you slowly approached her hand and climb on it. With you on, she lifts you up to her massive face.
"See? You can trust me." She said, smiling a little. This is not easing you at all and the sudden touch of her finger puts you on edge, but it was meant to soothe you.
"W....what are you going to do with me?" You managed to say.
"There were only two things I could do. I could give you to the military to see if they could help you. No one should have this happen to them. Not even the Empire deserves this." She said.
"But they'll run tests on me. Painful, evasive ones." You said, imagining being poked and prodded, but if there was a shot it could be worth it.
"The other was to keep you with me. Since the ship was destroyed, the Empire would think you'd perished as well. And it's not like the Republic will look for survivors." She said.
You are unsure about that. While she is right about being presumed dead, you don't fancy the idea of being with her. Even jedi have dark desires they bury deep within themselves.
"I'll let you choose which is better for you." She said. Be a lab rat with the possibility of reversing this or a possible plaything for a jedi? Not the best choices to choose from.
You give both some serious thought before choosing.....
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