Prisoner

Chapter note: This will be extremely hard to understand unless you read second thoughts, another of my stories, this follows a rebel prisoner sent to do slave work. Briggs is my own character not Biggs understand. Please enjoy. Italics=Flashback.

Disclaimer: I own no planets characters races etc, unless otherwise noted in chapter note. All credit goes to George Lucas and other Authors of Star Wars books.

Chapter 1: Soldier or Slave?

Sweat poured over my now visible face. They had removed the heavy soldiers armor and instead gave me the wardrobe of a rebel trooper. They already had stains plastered to it, most likely it belonged to an unfortunate rebel soldier now deceased or past slave. I wore the green tunic which was a little snug, but covered my semi large frame. I also wore the cargo pants material, which unlike the rebels who were mostly short, it only reached me to my knees. I was at least 6 inches taller than the other rebels. The only thing that I didn't have on was the helmet with the microphone attachment.

You could now see my face. I have short black hair and my skin is a dark tan. My eyes are a sky blue shade. As far a my figure goes I was well built, but not extremely buff. I was slim and tall, despite the muscle I had.

I was intensely fatigued. I made my way down the dry clay roads of Apatros. Apatros wasn't much of a sight for sore eyes. The buildings were all the same pale beige color. The only thing that was colorful was the cantina, which had great big, bright lights in front. All of the roads were dirt and mud. The only reason I was here on this desolate rock was because it was a great mining spot for cortosis, the toughest metal in the galaxy. The rebels were hoping to use it as a source of weapons. The ORO company mined most of the cortosis, but there was a immense supply so it was no big deal. ORO stood for Outer Rim Oreworks, but I worked for the rebels.

I was nearly home or what I had to call home. The barracks were even more depressing then the holding cell I was in at the Yavin IV camp. I was now quickening my pace towards the barracks, almost home. I made it to his room in just ten standard minutes and I violently pounced onto my bed. I dozed off into a deep relaxing sleep. A sleep I deserved. I found himself dreaming of the last few hours I had spent on the rebel camp. . . .

I sat quietly in the hard stone chair. The prison still had the deep, icy, sadistic chill it had when I fist got there. I had been there for three standard days now, and I would have been sleeping still like I was every other day, but two rebel officers told me commander Briggs was coming to question me. Also the hard granite floor made for an uncomfortable nights sleep.

Finally, I heard the metal door swing open. A man with a commanding elegance appeared in the doorway, he was tall and muscular. He wore the traditional garb of rebel soldier except for his numerous patches, noting he was a high ranked officer. I automatically assumed he was Briggs, but didn't move at all. He walked forcefully towards me and forced me out of my chair and himself into it.

He commanded me to kneel before him and although I resented the idea, I took note of the blaster by his side.

I knelt before him with a grunt, then looked up at his face to see his grim smile. I immediately hushed and gave him a slight head bow. He looked scary up close, so I kinda cringed in fear when I saw him.

He gave me a menacing look and spoke out with a sense of authority, "What do you know of the Death Star."

"It's a battle station," I said very sarcastically, but it was truthful that was really all I had known.

He gave me the same menacing grin as before, "I know you know more, where are its weak points."

"Nowhere," I replied, again it partially was the truth, considering as far as I knew there were none.

The commander made a grunt, then brought his leg up. Within seconds it jammed forcefully into my gut. I almost toppled over but I stood my ground. He asked once again, "What else can you tell me about the death star."

"There is absolutely nothing," I said with a slight laugh. Once again he kick me this time in the chest. I winced in pain, but still remained strong.

"Then there is only two choices, become a soldier and fight the empire you once served or become a slave to the rebellion, bending to our will," he said with a pleasure.

" I would never serve you or your foolish army," I cried out as I spat on the commander's big black boots.

For the third time he brought his leg around in a swinging position and wedged his foot just below my waist. He chuckled as he walked out. I could only scream out in intense pain. I could barely stand until within minutes two rebel soldiers forced me to stand on my feet. I was still in pain as they hauled me out of the large beige temple.

There was a rebel transport ship just outside the temple. As the two rebels, a male and a female, approached the ship its doors slowly fell open. They hauled me inside in the roughest manner they could. Once I was inside I saw it had clothes, armor, and weapons scattered about. Otherwise it was a plain ship other than the three prison cells in the back. I realized the clothes and armor and stuff must have been for past prisoners. They dragged me down the empty halls to one of the three holding cells. They stood at the door and entered in some code to make the door swing open. They slammed me violently to the wall and began to pat me down, to make sure I had no weapons. Apparently past prisoners escaped with weapons from the base. When they were sure I had no weapons, they left the cell and called out to the pilots. They must have said they brought the prisoner on board.

I could here the thunderous roar of the engine and the loud clanging of the door as it closed. I felt the ship as it harshly left the jungle floor. I sat in the room by my self with no company for only about ten minutes. I then heard the swish of the cockpit doors swiftly sliding open. Within a few minutes two extremely beautiful female rebels walked into the cell with me. They had removed their helmets to reveal long blond hair being held up in a ponytail. Both eyes were a sea blue color and had well defined features. They wore the average wardrobe of the rebels as well. They glared at me with a violent glare. I looked away and they began to laugh.

"So this is our new slave," she laughed, "an imperial troop, we can't even see his face, how sad."

"Apatros is hard work, hope you can hang out there," the other girl laughed.

The taller slimmer girl was much more beautiful, though the short mid- weight one was not bad looking either.

"We can't give him his welcome kiss, since we can't see his face," they whispered and giggled amongst themselves.

I wanted to get them to stop laughing so I was compelled to ask, "If you aren't piloting the ship may I ask who is."

"Autopilot silly," the girls replied in unison. The girls were supposed to to be highly trained soldiers but they were acting like 13 year olds. They were probably only 18 or so though so it was expected.

They walked up without saying another word and shoved a pile of clothes. It looked like a rebel uniform. "Well go change silly," they said looking at the clothes. They left the room one behind the other to go check on the coordinates. I sat and thought about a slave life on Apatros, then I hurried and cleared the thoughts away when I heard the girls nearing my prison quarters.

"You still haven't changed, what takes you so long," the little one said, "look my name is Layla and this is Ceria."

"Well, glad to meet you," I replied in the most casual voice I could muster up.

The two girls opened my prison door and walked in with me. The small one, Layla, grabbed my arms as Ceria lifted off my tough armor. She then removed the bottom half leaving me in my boxers. They grabbed the Republic outfit and threw it on me. It was a tight fit, but it would have to work. It had stains and you could tell it belonged to a former slave.

My face was not to bad looking. I had short black hair and my eyes resembled theirs. My body was a little to built for the snug green shirt. I was also a little to tall for the pants, but I had to make due.

"Well now we could see that nice looking face," Ceria said looking into his sky blue eyes, "heres that welcome kiss I promised you."

The woman leaned in and gently pressed her lips against my cheek. She remained there for a few seconds, then quickly pulled away. I sat there astonished and excited. Her and the co-pilot ran off laughing and giggling into the cockpit. I began to think about life as a slave again, but once again I was interrupted by Ceria and Layla walking uninvited into my room. I guess now that I am a slave I lost all my freedoms.

"We landed on Apatros," Ceria said with a bright smile, "good luck!"

That was the last thing they said as they carried me off to the barracks.