Megara Shade was hanging in a cell, bloodied and beaten as she heard laughter coming from the next room. It had been three weeks since she had been betrayed by a contact and now being held hired guns for the separatists. They wanted information but she wasn’t giving it. She had to hold on. For any kind of help she could get. But she was weak. She needed help fast. 

Then suddenly she felt the pull. Force users were nearby. She could feel three of them. She closed her eyes and focused on those three pillars, hoping one of them would be strong enough in the force to sense her. Then she thought out [i]please…help…find me…before…it’s too late…[/i]