Aphra felt as though she were floating naked through the vast, boundless Milky Way Galaxy, gliding through the cosmos without a stitch of clothing.
It was incredibly smooth, incredibly silky.
Yet she felt neither cold nor suffocated. Instead, she felt a carefree joy, as though she had merged with the entire Milky Way Galaxy. It was so light, so comfortable.
Starlight spilled across her back, and she felt wonderfully warm. She swam even more joyfully, like a fish in water.
She reached out to stroke the dust in space or opened her mouth to bite frozen ice comets. Things that had been impossible in reality seemed entirely possible in her dreams.
Yes, she knew she was dreaming. After all, she had not lost her memory. She still remembered picking up that strange Lightsaber and then having such an incredible experience that she had practically ascended to heaven.
The problem now was how to leave this spiritual world of The Force and return to her physical body in reality. Whether her mind was free was a matter for later, but she could not afford to lose her body.
She still wanted to thoroughly enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Once she left this planet, she would sell that Lightsaber right back to Collector. As for being some damn Jedi, whoever wanted the job could have it.
She was already being hunted by Darth Vader. If she became a Jedi on top of that, wouldn't even the emperor of the Galactic Empire come after her?
Gaining power was all well and good, but only if she stayed alive to use it. So she might as well cash it in.
But just as she was thinking about whom to sell the weapon to, she felt a pain in her arm. Tears immediately flowed