Luke is : the beast drags him to his cave

Poor Luke is **** and he can’t even remember being dragged through the snow by this beast to a cave far from where he originally had been stationed. When he finally came to, Skywalker knew he was in deep trouble. He was hanging upside down, his feet frozen into the ceiling with compacted ice. The stench of his former guide filled the icy hall, the sounds of its carcass being torn to shreds sickly rang through his ears. It made him want to vomit. He futilely tried to reach for his feet but the slick ice made it difficult for him - his gloved hands slapped against the hard surface, which proved to be far louder than Luke anticipated.

The beast was silent.

Luke was terrified that the creature had heard his **** attempt to escape. The rebel looked around desperately for his lightsaber, knowing that it would be his only chance for escape. After centering himself, he saw a glimpse of the weapon buried deep into the snow a few meters away from him. Luke knew that it would be pointless to try and reach for the saber but he had to try - one, two - nothing. _Calm yourself, _he thought, trying his hardest to focus on the wise teachings of his master. Concentrate. Feel the **** flowing through the world. Melt the ice.

The lightsaber flew into his hand and not a moment too soon. He saw the ice creature approach him and he did not look pleased; Luke plunged his weapon into the compacted ice that trapped his feet and fell down to the ground. The beast swiped at him but Luke was quicker, waving his ignited blade in defense and catching the creature’s arm in mid-swing. His monster howled in rage and agony and Luke used that as an excuse to get out of there. He ran as hard as he could - probably the fastest he had ever ran in his entire life. In that fleeting moment of escape, the harsh winds and snows didn’t phase Skywalker.

Until he finally tripped over a mound of snow and collapsed to the ground. He could feel sharp stings on his face from where cuts were - indeed, he could even see the outline of blood dyed into the white snow that surrounded his face. Luke attempted to stand and walk against the increasingly difficult winds but it proved too much for him. He collapsed back into the ground. “No,” pleaded Luke, terrified that this might be the end for him. He wasn’t ready to die; there was so much that still awaited him. He hadn’t even proven himself yet. He couldn’t give up like this.

“Luke.”

There was a voice among the blurry horizon. Skywalker tried keeping his eyes open amongst the blinding white and saw a blue haze face him, surrounded by intense flurries of snow. He started to make out that face - his former master.

“Ben?”

“Luke, you must go to the Dagobah system and seek out Yoda, the Jedi Master who taught me. You will learn the ways of the Jedi there.”

“Wait - Ben!”

But the vision faded and soon, too, did his consciousness. Luke kept repeating the phrases that this vision of Ben said to him. “Dagobah. Yoda. Must find Yoda.” He almost sensed that someone was talking back to him but his body was too weathered and his brain too beaten to fully grasp his surroundings. There was first a warm and sticky substance that surrounded him - the smell was so foul that even ****, Luke couldn’t help but wretch. He wasn’t sure where he was at or what was with him: but he was sure that he would remember Dagobah and Yoda even if it meant the end of him.

“Stop talking crazy like that, kid.”

Luke swore he heard a familiar voice but he couldn’t make it out. Everything was fuzzy and strange as he felt his body moving around. He was finally free from the stink and cramped into a crowded area; he couldn’t tell what it was but he knew he preferred wherever this was to where he was previously.

It wasn’t until he was dipped into a warm tank of liquid that Luke was finally able to regain consciousness. He looked around and he was surrounded by a blue haze (bacta?) and a respirator was attached to his mouth. The youth looked down and saw that he had been disrobed - sans a pair of white briefs that were hoisted up by a medical belt. Luke tried to look out of the tank and saw distorted images of Han Solo, Princess Leia, Chewie, Threepio, and Artoo staring back at him.

He closed his eyes and embraced the warm liquid that surrounded him - but it wasn’t long before the the wires attached to his belt began hoisting him back up and into the medical wing next door. Being submerged in the substance for so long has made him tired - and he knew he could enjoy a good rest before meeting with his friends. He deserved that.