[h2][color=salmon] Hirani Blen [/color][/h2]
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The tidal wave of fear that she felt nearly sent Hirani over the edge and into the abyss. The twi’lek stumbled forward into the blast door, gasping for air like the hundreds of remaining clones that were ejected into the void of space. She nearly forgot that they had been safe on the bridge and fought to regain control of her mind, body, and soul. While she had felt the previous clones that Bocri flung out of the ship, these individuals were much closer and thus able to affect her so. The only comforting thought was that at least the ones she put asleep wouldn't register the pain their body was going through as it died. 

Hirani inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled slowly out of her mouth. She could understand why it had to be done, but perhaps he could have warned her so that she could have shielded herself from their plight. Moving forward, she would have to place a barrier on her mind from passively feeling the emotions of others as Hirani could only assume things would get worse from here. What she could never shut out, however, was Bocri. Their bond prevented her from closing herself off from him and him from her. She could feel his anger and he would most certainly have felt her panic. 

Hirani opened her mouth to speak and croaked. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed her water canteen to help clear her throat. After two gulps, she tried again. 

[b][color=salmon]"What is the plan now? It's not like we can use this ship or any of it's fighters to leave this sector."[/color][/b] Her voice was husky, but functioning. She took another swig to help it along.