Jarven was dreaming.
Back home at the Nar Shadaa base. Jarven was sitting on a handrail right outside the base, the city being easy to see from this vantage point. The sun was setting and the display reminded him that there could be some good that comes out of Nar Shadaa. He heard the taps of feet making their way up behind him. It didn't worry him for he had become quite adept in noticing the sounds of his fellow pack mates. The footsteps came to a stop next to him. He turned to look at the new comer; it was Elise. Something wasn't right, though. Her face was blurred in a bizarre, nightmarish way. He knew it was her face, but couldn't make out the details. For some reason, this didn't faze him.
Jarven started to sweat.
"Hello, Elise." She didn't say anything. She walked over to another section of the railing and stood still. Now, THIS seemed like odd behavior to him. Jarven walked up behind her, but it seemed like some invisible wall was keeping him from her. Suddenly, the railing rended and violently shot out and away. Elise turned and a strong gust of wind started to force Jarven back. Jarven could make out something on her face, now. He could see her eyes, darting every which way, but not landing on him once. She sounded like she was panicking.
Jarven's fists started to clench and his whole body was tensing.
"Jarven!? Where's Jarven?!? We need him!! Jarven!!? Jarven!!!" With this last scream of desperation, her arms were torn off with a sickening *scrunch*. Blood poured like torrents out of both arm sockets and Elise turned pale. Her eyes turned back into her skull and she fell over the edge. The wind stopped and Jarven rushed to the edge.
Jarven's leg starts to sporadically kick and he started whispering, "No...No!"
When Jarven got to the edge and peered over, a twilek was standing there on the wall, perpendicular to Jarven, defying gravity. His eyes were completely red, like a Chiss, and he spoke with a demonic voice. "Surprise!!". He then pulled out a giant needle, stabbed Jarven through the throat, and yanked him off the edge. Jarven was falling very fast, the needle burning in his throat. His vision started to blur and fade, but the pain and sensation of falling stayed constant.
Jarven is twitching and flinching on the ground. He is whisper-yelling to himself "No! No needles! NEEdles! Elise. No, stop! I'll kill you. STOP! NO NEEDLES!"
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