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Sabine coughed, feeling like she'd just been hit by the concussive blast from a crashing dropship. Every nerve ending of her body tingled, her brain pressing against the back of her temples as if it was considering the best way to leak out of her skull.
What in all the Sith hells had just happened?
They'd been... trying to to stop Baylan Skoll from messing with some kind of Force Gods? Force Avatars? Honestly, even with Ahsoka's explanation Sabine didn't really understand anything more than the part where they really needed to make sure that the apparently insane dark Jedi didn't gain the power to alter reality to his whims.
They'd followed him into some kind of... temple? Yes. There'd been statues. One of an old man, something ancient and tired about the worn stone, beside it a statue of a younger man with a smile Sabine remembered finding unpleasantly sinister somehow. And another, half-crumbled... something. She pressed a shaking, gloved hand over her eyes, trying to remember.
Ahsoka had been fighting Skoll and Sabine had tried to help when she'd tripped over the debris from the crumbling statue, it hadn't been stone though, but... crystals? They'd started to shimmer with the pure white glow of sunlight on snow when she heard a sound. A roar of the wind? No, a woman's whisper, somehow too loud for Sabine's ears.
A fall. And then darkness. And now... she didn't know, her ears were ringing and she realized she had yet to try to open her eyes.
Pulling her hands away from her face Sabine tried to do that now. It worked. Sort of, anyway. Everything was a bit fuzzy around the edges and it was dark around her which didn't exactly help matters.
She blinked and felt a shiver run over her skin as she realized the darkness was deepening even further and despite her fall she seemed to be in open space now.
There were dark clouds above her, tightening into something more terrible than a storm - something far more unnatural - but before she had a real chance of truly working out the strangeness, her ringing ears had something new to focus on. A man's yell from only a little distance away.
"You must help her!"
Sabine rolled onto her stomach so that she could get her knees under her and look over. Maybe ten feet away there was a group of people all so preoccupied by what they were looking at to notice her intrusion.
"I cannot undo what is done," came a weighted, echoing voice from the throat of an old man whose appearance was uncomfortably familiar to Sabine. Oh, she had a bad feeling about this. "There is no hope."
"Yes, there is," the first man's voice filled with abrupt anger, "there's always hope."
There was a sudden movement and Sabine was immediately surprised she hadn't noticed the woman before, the woman lay on the ground glowing. Her hand went to the old man's face, and then briefly before her head turned away her eyes seemed to catch Sabine's - a feeling sparked, something she'd only ever felt for brief flickering moments, that sense of light and life and depth that Ahsoka and Ezra referred to as the Force, she heard that whisper again, quieter and yet still no more comprehensive - finally, the woman voicelessly pointed toward a second slumped form.
And breath caught in Sabine's chest at the sight of the teenage Togruta child wearing the markings of her-
"Master?"
Multiple eyes swung toward her, and the third man twisted around in one smooth movement taking a guarding position in front of the angry man and the seemingly unbreathing form of what certainly appeared to be a younger version of Sabine's Jedi Master. The pure glow from the woman was joined by the blue of the third man's lightsaber.
"Who are you?" the man asked, the grief that had seemed to blanket him pushed aside by the notice of her presence.
"I-" she could only open her mouth, a terrible suspicion rising at the back of her head.
"You are not meant to be here," came the echoing voice of the old man but then he seemed to sigh, age returning to his shoulders, "and yet my Daughter has brought you. So let her last acts..." he pulled up one of his arms as the man Sabine had nearly forgotten in her shock; who had just yelled at him took place between the two slumped forms. And as the younger man dropped to his knees, they lowered their arms in unison and his right hand landed over the brow of the glowing woman, even as his left one laid against the brow of the deathly still body of the child. "...be to breathe life into your friend..."
The darkness seemed to get banished - if only briefly - as the air pulsed with light encasing both bodies, brighter and brighter until between one heartbeat and the next the glow vanished entirely.
"...and hope back into the galaxy." Here the old man's unnaturally bright blue eyes landed on Sabine like the gong of a bell. Loud and final.
There was an extended moment of utter silence before a quiet cough interrupted it - it was not unlike the one Sabine had let out upon waking minutes before - and all eyes turned toward the girl who hadn't been breathing moments ago.
"What happened?" Ahsoka asked - and karking hell, it really was Ahsoka, wasn't it? - as the man who seemed to have just brought her back to life hugged her as if his life depended on it. The girl's eyes roamed around and sparked with confusion as they landed on Sabine. "And who are you?"
"Hi, Master," Sabine answered weakly, suddenly feeling very, very outside her time, "I... I'm Sabine Wren. And I think... I'm going to need some help here."