A figure sat of the dunes, staring into the distance. A bag was slung lazily over their shoulder. She had red-orange hair, the color of wine mixed with lemons. Her eyes were hazy and vague. They were the color of resenting, loathing, and loss. She was wearing what most referred to as a smuggler's outfit, but to her, it was just a black jacket.

Most would look at this figure, which screamed Sith, First Order, or The Empire and run away. They'd never guess that this figure was Me. Rose Redthorn. I am one of your everyday rebel emissaries. I also happen to be a Jedi. Self-trained, but the closest we have to a true one. Most people just get a cheap saber, wave it around, join the resistance and say they are a Jedi. There's more to one of us than just that, though

I pulled out a Rubix Cube from my bag, fiddling with it. It hardly moved with all this sand about. Stupid Tatooine, why must The First Order always be here. Wish I had somewhere else to spy.

A light tap was on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off. The breeze was pretty strong... "Stand up, Rebel scum!" Someone shouted behind me. I didn't need to glance behind myself to guess who had found me whilst I sat in the sand. Stormtroopers. I rose slowly, keeping my hands in the air. No need to get shot, these people may have info…

"Search her! Her bag probably has something in it!" Have you ever had a moment where your life speeds before your eyes? Well, this was my first of many. They grabbed my satchel bag, shuffling past my Rubix cube, odd talismans and amulets, and canteen. The reached in and pulled out my saber and a few smoke bombs. Busted twice. "Scratch that! Jedi scum… You're coming with us!"

Oh, of course, I tried to fight back for that order, but I had hardly moved my hand when I was shot in the leg and handcuffed. They loaded me onto a TIE Fighter, and before I could try to escape, I was in front of one of The First Order's dark lords. Darth Fritoz. He had hair that was a somber hue of wine mixed with the down of a raven. His eyes were swirling pits of foreboding blues.

He looked me up and down, then smirked. "Ah. Rose Redthorn. How great it is to see you, I am sure you know your charges. Murder, resistance, releasing our tactics to the rebels, and burglary. How do you plead?" I looked up and muttered my answer a bit tauntingly. "Innocent, for none of the things you stated were a crime."

He turned to one of the stormtroopers who was standing by him and grumbled something I couldn't catch. "How about you tell us everything about the Jedi and Rebels, and we will consider pitying you…"He then grabbed a matchstick and ignited it, holding it inches away from my eye. "You know what will happen if you resist, don't you, Rose?"

I looked up and said a quote I have grown to love. "Go convince the sea waves not to break. You will convince me no more easily." I felt the searing pain in my eye, as oh-so-slowly, the trooper dragged the flame across my face, making a slash mark that would soon become a scar that would stay with me the remainder of this melancholy thing people call 'my life'. The shade in my right eye would take a while to get used to, though.

I looked up at them and hissed out. "Try harder, for no pain can cause me to tell you this." In a mix of outrage and impediment, the trooper drew a cheap red saber. "Tell me now!" At my denial, I felt a pain slash into my chest. The saber sheathed, and I felt myself collapse into the blood pooling around me. The saber was faulty, however. These… shoddy sabers could be bent by the force. I turned it just in time for it to miss my vitals.