Diplomat, Obscurium

Objective: Survival
Location: Pelleon Gardens, Bastion
Outfit: Simple Gray Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Medpac
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It had been weeks since the attack on the Gardens and all of Bastion had been orchestrated by the Fifth Wing. The appearance had been that the Empire of the Lost had been a dishonorable guest and moved against their host. But since these events the Empire had fallen due to other machinations of the same Fifth Wing. Beneath the rubble of the once grand gardens, Arilator Roxxann Tane had been collected in somewhat safety by a sinkhole and covered in debris.
These weeks of survival had been possible as the Force instinctively surrounded the young woman, all energy focused inward to keep her alive. The result was that Roxxann's life signs would not be detected by technology nor the most powerful Force User. An isolated struggle to heal and eventually press on. Days were spent unconscious completely due to a head wound. Even after regaining awareness, Roxxann remained in a near-stasis state. Bones in her ribs, arm, and both legs were broken. The ribs breaks caused damage to a lung and probably other less vital internal organs. All the while the Force kept Roxxann going.
Through the Force Roxxann manifested two figures to advise her. Her paternal grandfather, a man she barely knew, was there to push her to the next goal as quickly as possible. Her former Jedi Master to preach patience and faith in the Force. Like a devil and angel on her shoulders, the visions from Roxxann's past gave contradictory thoughts. Roxxann's faith in the Force as a life giving energy had won out more often than not. But she was beginning to feel stronger. And even if she could live out her entire life in this hole, what would the use of doing so be? She now needed to take next steps to freedom and full recovery.
"It is time to get out of this place," Roxxann stated coldly to the to apparitions.
"How will you accomplish this granddaughter?"
"Humorous that the one who doesn't understand we have the power to leave this hole is the one who is the greatest advocate of such a move," Roxxann commented gazing at her former Master as she did so.
"I hope you are not suggesting, young one, that I would insist on staying here forever…" the aged female Mirialan posed.
Roxxann shook her head, "Eventually it would be the will of the Force that we leave this place. I hold faith in the power and wisdom of the Force. More than most in my family. But I am no longer a servant to its will." Roxxann smiled at the frown of her Master and nodded to her grandfather. "It is time I leave you two. I appreciate the company and wisdom. I hope to see you both for real in the future. I need more tangible help though now…"
Both apparitions dissipated and Roxxann forced her way out of her Force Stasis. Pain instantly grabbed hold of her. Though she lacked formal training in the Dark Side of the Force she was able to use her pain to amplify a loud scream. Anyone close to the gardens would hear this and any technology seeking life signs would now sense Roxxann. She hoped it was just a matter of time now.