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My name is Karah. Once, I was a typical Caprician teenage girl… once.
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When the Yuzzhan Vong first attacked our system, I was only 17. I could have finished school first; I was a year too young for the military drafts. But when a couple of my friends told me they were going to lie about their age and join the army to fight the Yuzzhan Vong, I quickly hopped on the bandwagon. Who wanted to sit in some obscure classroom learning history when there was history being made right above our heads?
We printed out fake IDs and somehow managed to enlist without getting caught. I was assigned to a regular combat infantry squad as a medic. Simply put, I had the honor of spending all morning and afternoon learning how to “blow shit up” with my squad, and then spending all evening learning how to fix the simulator dummies we had just spent all day shooting while my squad mates rested comfortably in their racks.
There was no customary ceremony when we graduated training; we were simply thrown straight into combat. You’d be surprised how quickly a scared shitless green soldier can turn into a true hardened soldier.
But anyways, the reason for bringing all of this up is what happened oh, some time in the middle of the War, at the battle for Providence…
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It was the dead of winter and cold as hell, I spent most of my time during the battle for Providence in a rear aid station trying to patch up wounds before the blood froze inside them and made giant red Popsicles for the Vong’s creatures of war to feast on. Finding ways to wrap up bloody carnage had become routine for me by that point, until a supposedly high-ranking leader ended up on my triage table. They said her name was Leia Organa Solo, and she was some important Jedi Master. I didn’t give a crap who she was, she was out cold and bleeding badly from somewhere under her armor. And some idiot had dumped water over her head in an unsuccessful attempt to rouse her, which was now quickly freezing and turning her complexion a sickly shade of blue.
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I doped her, well enough to keep her out for a good long time. So when I moved to strip her armor off to find the location of the bleeding, I nearly shit myself when she suddenly grabbed my hands and I found myself staring into fierce brown eyes. I was high on adrenaline, but I could have sworn I felt an odd tingling in my brain, like someone had reached in there and was poking it.
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“You’re… you’re….” The Jedi choked out in a strained voice, and then went limp as the painkillers took over. I didn’t really think much about it again after that, I just did my job and kept moving. And of course, we all know how the war ended. Somehow, I survived it all.
After the war, I picked up a job as a medical aide in a Caprician hospital close to where I grew up. I had gained a wealth of experience in the medical field as a medic, but I was tired of patching up ravaged bodies. So, I requested a position in the maternal ward. Bringing life into the world was a welcome change from sending it out.
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Life post-war was rather unremarkable, and I kind of liked it that way. But apparently, someone somewhere decided that I should not live an unremarkable life. One day, a short woman with long brown hair who was clearly very far along in pregnancy showed up for her pre-delivery checkup. I lead her to a room and instructed her to put a gown on, and as I moved to collect her vital signs I suddenly I felt this tingling sensation in my head, just like the one I had felt on Providence.
<o></o>
It was Leia Organa Solo, and she remembered me.
My name is Karah. Once, I was a typical Caprician teenage girl… once.
<o></o>
When the Yuzzhan Vong first attacked our system, I was only 17. I could have finished school first; I was a year too young for the military drafts. But when a couple of my friends told me they were going to lie about their age and join the army to fight the Yuzzhan Vong, I quickly hopped on the bandwagon. Who wanted to sit in some obscure classroom learning history when there was history being made right above our heads?
We printed out fake IDs and somehow managed to enlist without getting caught. I was assigned to a regular combat infantry squad as a medic. Simply put, I had the honor of spending all morning and afternoon learning how to “blow shit up” with my squad, and then spending all evening learning how to fix the simulator dummies we had just spent all day shooting while my squad mates rested comfortably in their racks.
There was no customary ceremony when we graduated training; we were simply thrown straight into combat. You’d be surprised how quickly a scared shitless green soldier can turn into a true hardened soldier.
But anyways, the reason for bringing all of this up is what happened oh, some time in the middle of the War, at the battle for Providence…
<o></o>
It was the dead of winter and cold as hell, I spent most of my time during the battle for Providence in a rear aid station trying to patch up wounds before the blood froze inside them and made giant red Popsicles for the Vong’s creatures of war to feast on. Finding ways to wrap up bloody carnage had become routine for me by that point, until a supposedly high-ranking leader ended up on my triage table. They said her name was Leia Organa Solo, and she was some important Jedi Master. I didn’t give a crap who she was, she was out cold and bleeding badly from somewhere under her armor. And some idiot had dumped water over her head in an unsuccessful attempt to rouse her, which was now quickly freezing and turning her complexion a sickly shade of blue.
<o></o>
I doped her, well enough to keep her out for a good long time. So when I moved to strip her armor off to find the location of the bleeding, I nearly shit myself when she suddenly grabbed my hands and I found myself staring into fierce brown eyes. I was high on adrenaline, but I could have sworn I felt an odd tingling in my brain, like someone had reached in there and was poking it.
<o></o>
“You’re… you’re….” The Jedi choked out in a strained voice, and then went limp as the painkillers took over. I didn’t really think much about it again after that, I just did my job and kept moving. And of course, we all know how the war ended. Somehow, I survived it all.
After the war, I picked up a job as a medical aide in a Caprician hospital close to where I grew up. I had gained a wealth of experience in the medical field as a medic, but I was tired of patching up ravaged bodies. So, I requested a position in the maternal ward. Bringing life into the world was a welcome change from sending it out.
<o></o>
Life post-war was rather unremarkable, and I kind of liked it that way. But apparently, someone somewhere decided that I should not live an unremarkable life. One day, a short woman with long brown hair who was clearly very far along in pregnancy showed up for her pre-delivery checkup. I lead her to a room and instructed her to put a gown on, and as I moved to collect her vital signs I suddenly I felt this tingling sensation in my head, just like the one I had felt on Providence.
<o></o>
It was Leia Organa Solo, and she remembered me.
