And he vanishes down the hall to go do that. 

<Rude,> T3 diagnoses. 

Terrified-guilty-suspicious-betrayed-on the edge of a wide fathomless void about to-

"No," she says instead. Everything starts throbbing, her arm finallyfinally screaming in agony. The lights of the Hawk pierce into her brain and everything goes sharp-hard. "Where. Am I need," she manages to get out.

T3 whistles concern! 

<Friend Mechanic damaged,> he rolls over to her, settling under her good arm, <Charging station?> 

"...Isk on the turrets?"

<T3 will check! Friend Mechanic sit!>

He trundles out from under her arm and down the hall to communications and the cockpit.

Sharra. Starts to make her way over to the medbay.

Pain.

A short time later, Isk appears at her side. 

<Little Jedi,> they prod her carefully, <T3-M4 on turret. Will stay. Damage report.>

"I felt it. The Force."

She receives a short blat and another prod, <Damage to chassis,> they clarify, before adding, <This droid cannot advise on Force.>

"It's been twenty-one years, Isk."

<Work-around for damaged wiring?> they suggest, after a moment, <This droid did nothing. Attempt cooling protocols?>

She struggles not to immediately follow the order.

"Where is he?"

<Unknown Regions. Ordered T3-M4 to bring ship back. Sought Sith. Stupid Jedi,> they add, <Found Sith before. Became Sith.> 

She doesn't understand. Understands the words and the meaning, but -

"I'm going to pass out."

Beep! <Will guard.>

They nudge her towards the medbay bed, which she will be able to fall on without effort. 

Yeah.

She feels worry. Foreign, and fuzzy, but there.

She feels a hand brushing through her hair. 

Thirsty. Leans into her Atton. Wanting more.

"Don't leave," she mumbles, tongue thick and dry.

The hand pauses. 

She opens her eyes and looks up at him. "We'll run."

He keeps petting her.

"We're running, actually," he tells her, "Well, not right now. Right now we're orbiting a moon a few systems away." 

She tucks herself closer to him. "Knew you'd get us safe."

"Ship's got a lot of quirks," he shifts on the bed, sliding an arm under her, "But I know what I'm doing." 

Presses so so so close into him. Face against his chest. Safe.

"Best pilot in the galaxy," she echoes.