When Padmé finally finds her way to consciousness, it is with a soft groan and the realization something is holding her in place. Her eyes blink open, then shut again immediately, pain exploding behind her eyes -- and yet, that is far less painful than the startlingly clear thought at the forefront of her mind: she shouldn't be here.

And yet there is a seat at her back, a ship around her, for a ship it seems to be when her eyes finally adjust to the dim light. She passes her hand over her eyes before unbuckling the harness and standing up, shaky and uncertain, wincing at the pain moving her neck brings. (For her, the reason behind that is not whiplash; it is a planet clouded in fumes and lava, her throat constricting as she tries to gasp for breath.)

She moves her hands over her belly, breathes in, out. She doesn't know what has happened for her to be here, standing inside a ship she doesn't recognize, the sight of a planet she never remembers setting course on barely visible through the crack in the hull of the ship. She doesn't know, and that is enough to make her worry, because what could have happened to make her lose her memory of the recent events... but she is more than determined to find out. More than that, she needs to know.

Padmé Amidala has never been one to stand still when there is something to be done. She turns to look around, to whoever is next to her and conscious, whether in their seat or out of it already.

"What happened to the ship, can you tell me? Was it an attack?"

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