If being drifted out in the middle space wasn’t bad enough, being the only one to survive the crash was worse. Padme opened her eyes after regaining consciousness, noticing all the dead bodies around her in the ship, she fell out of the seat and got to her feet and made her way out of the wrecked ship. Making her way out of the ship, she did not recognize the planet she was on, the sky was red, the forest was hazy with all the fog, “Must find shelter” she said to herself as her walked through the forest. She was badly injured and barely able to walk as is, even limping. Watching from the trees above were the ever elusive Nightsisters of Dathomir, they skimmed from tree to tree watching the injured senator.
Padme had started to limp more as the pain began to set in, she stumbled upon the location of the nightsisters, “Shelter” she said before losing consciousness and falling to the ground. Some of the nightsisters were going in for the kill before a voice told them to stop, Mother Talzin appeared in front of the body of Padme, “We shall take care of her and treat her as one of our own, her future resides with us on Dathomir” The Great mother had spoken, the nightsisters picked up the unconscious senator and brought her inside the monastery.
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