Astra’s pushes herself to far

Eventually, the ship emerged from hyperspace, the transition smooth and without incident—much to the doctor’s immense relief.

Astra, however, was far from fine. Her vision flickered, and she blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the sparks of light dancing before her eyes. Her head throbbed, and the room around her seemed to tilt unnaturally, spinning like a carousel. The sounds of the bridge—once familiar and comforting—now felt like an assault on her senses, each noise amplifying her discomfort. Her body’s desperate need for rest had finally caught up with her, but it was too late to stop the cascade of overwhelming sensations.

She struggled to her feet, attempting to steady herself. “Admiral, do you…” she began, but her voice trailed off as the entire bridge seemed to shift sideways. Her legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed, only to be caught by the doctor before she hit the floor.

“I told you, Astra, you need rest,” the doctor muttered, his voice laced with concern. Astra’s mind was foggy, and she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as the edges of consciousness blurred.

“Take her to the med bay,” Thrawn ordered, his calm voice cutting through the tension in the room.

The doctor nodded briskly. “Yes, sir,” he responded, swiftly lifting Astra into his arms. As he carried her toward the door, Astra’s body began to slip in and out of consciousness, her vision darkening with every passing second. The doctor quickened his pace, knowing time was of the essence.

As the door slid shut behind them, the bridge fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Astra’s condition lingering in the air.