Project Boussh: Thoughts of Others
by Vickie Boyd



Pash sat on the edge of the wall facing the ocean. His long legs dangled
over and swung lazily. He looked out over the ocean. The fires were
beginning to burn out and the orange haze was less than when they were
fighting. His mind, however, was miles away.

"You know, if you fell, I wouldn't be able to catch you," a voice said
from behind.

Pash instantly recognized Corran. "Yeah," he said softly. "But Vickie
would." He looked up into the sky. "Do you think she's ok?"

Corran dropped down to sit beside the redhead. "Honestly, I have no
idea."

Pash sighed. He had really grown to like the woman even though she had
quite a temper and was arrogant and pigheaded and... "Have you tried to
find her through the Force?"

The Jedi nodded. "Yeah. I keep finding dark spots which probably means
there are lots of ysalamiri on the _Admonitor_."

Pash winced. He remembered the scream from when the ship flew over New
Hampshire. "I hope she's ok." He looked up in the sky. *Please be ok.*


Vickie started awake. She thought she had heard something.
Concentrating, she found it. A familiar beacon through the haze. *Pash!*



He grabbed Corran's arm. "Did you hear that?"

Corran nodded. "She's alive at least."

"We've got to save her." He sounded like a desperate man.

Corran looked at him. He even _looked_ like a desperate man. "Pash, calm
down. We have to let the bacta brigade heal first."

Pash noticed Corran looking at where his hand gripped Corran's arm. He
looked down and immediately let go. "I'm... I'm sorry." He turned around
to look back out at the ocean. "




A sudden feeling of claustrophobia washed over her. She opened her eyes
and looked through the bacta. Sighing, she remembered where she was and
tried to see through the muck. Beyond the walls of the tank, she saw
several medical techs wandering around. Directly across from her, she
saw Erisi floating in another tank.

She smirked as she thought of the thrashing she had given the other
woman. A slight pain in her side reminded her quickly of the equal
thrashing she had received. Concentrating on the Force, she began to
feel her bones knitting as the bacta helped them heal.

Looking around again, she saw a familiar form in the tank to her left.
She blinked several times, trying to enhance her sight a bit. She gasped
as she recognized the form. *Wedge!* His form hung lifeless in the tank.
She tried to contact his mind to see how he had been injured. *That's
strange,* she thought. *I can't contact him.*

As a test, she entered the mind of a technician who passed by. It must
be near lunch, because everyone was thinking about food. She tried to
contact Erisi and found her to be in pain. Turning back to Wedge, she
still found nothing. It was as if he did not exist. It wasn't even like
Sci. At least she could feel his heartbeat, just not his mind.

She looked around the room to find several more tanks with Wedge
look-alike's in them. *Oh no,* she thought. *Clones. Just like Fel.*



Corran stood and put a hand on Pash's shoulder. "Just relax. Everything
is going to be ok." He turned and walked back into the castle.

Hobbie bounded towards him. "Hey Jedi-boy. What's with your arm?"

Corran hadn't noticed he was rubbing where Pash had grabbed him. He
stopped and looked at the Rogue. He knew Hobbie had a history of falling
for lots of women. Maybe... "Vickie spoke to Pash telepathically.
Freaked him out. Why don't you go have a talk with him. He needs a
friend."

Hobbie looked past Corran and nodded. "Sure thing." He jogged over
towards Pash.

Tears flowed down his face. Why was he feeling like this? He had tried
again to contact her, but got no response. A familiar smell wafted to
his nose. He turned to see Hobbie approaching. "That didn't take long."

Hobbie grinned and dropped beside the A-Wing pilot. "It was only a
fracture. My bones are so used to bacta now they almost start mending
before the bacta." He looked out at the horizon. "Wow, this is a great
view!"

Pash sighed and lowered his head. "I just wish Vickie was here."

Hobbie nodded. "Corran said she talked to you through the Force."

"Yeah."

"You really like her, don't you?"

Pash blushed. "I don't know what you mean."

He laughed. "Come on, I have looked in the mirror before. I have that
look quite often. Listen to me, though, get over her fast. She has a
husband. Husband's are bad news."

"But she's obsessed with me. Haven't you read her stories?"

"Fantasy. Everyone has a fantasy girl or boy. Hey, I still think about
this Bothan Wes and I met once. Man, she was gorgeous." His looked up at
the sky with a big grin on his face.

"But the way she acts... it can't be fantasy."

Hobbie turned to look at him seriously. "We're fantasy to them. They
never knew we really existed until now. Hell, Emily asked us the
strangest question when Wes and I got here." He shook his head at the
memory. "How could anyone think that about us."

"No way. I mean, she flirted with me."

He chuckled. "Emily flirted with me and Wes. She's only fifteen. Look,
Pash, how do you mean she flirted? Are you sure you aren't confusing the
stories with real life?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean... oh, I don't know what I mean anymore." They
both fell silent.

Hobbie looked back out over the water again. "Have you called her
husband to let him know she is ok?"

He blinked. "No, we didn't know anything until..."

"Maybe you should go do that. I'm sure he'd love to know that she was
able to contact you, even for the briefest moment."

Pash nodded and they both stood. "Yeah, I'll go do that."

"Good idea. Just remember, though, who it is that you have fallen for."
Hobbie winked and walked off down the wall towards the ships whistling
as he went.