"Let's get you aboard" Starkiller said as he came over to me. I was lying on the ground, unable to move without writhing in pain. The rogue sith had chopped the back of my legs with his lightsaber rendering them both useless.

"He… He's gonna kill me. I did not come back from the mission as supposed to" I said as Stakiller picked me up. I had managed to kill the rogue sith by throwing my crimson blade at him.

The walk back to the Rogue Shadow was quick but silent. We got there within a couple of minutes. He walked me up the stairs and quietly into the ship where he quickly deposited me onto a med bay bed and walked out just as fast.

Within seconds, we had touched off and were back in space. The ride back to the base was going to be quick. I was able to think to myself about the mission and why it went wrong. Then, something abruptly popped into my head. Freedom. I was going to have a talk with my master when I got back to the ship.

Everything grew dark shortly after.

I woke up lying against some sort of cool metal table. My surroundings if there were any, I couldn't tell; it was pitch black. Then, the sounds of footsteps rang out and a door opened.

"For your failure to complete a mission successfully, you are to be executed. That is all" the male voice said as I felt the table I was on being moved.

"You sick basta…" was all I was able to say as I was quickly blindfolded and gagged.

The blindfold was pulled off moments later and I had new surroundings. A ship hanger. This was it. They really were going to kill me.

A voice; the same voice from before, suddenly started speaking out.

"For your crimes against the Sith government and failure to complete a mission, you are to be publicly tortured and then executed. Any last words?" the person said.

"Yeah. I got a few for Vader. I'm no longer your slave. I declare myself a free child and am no longer a Sith spy." I said proudly.

"…Begin the proceedings…" the male voice said.

Suddenly, I screamed in pain. Sith lightning was being released upon my body.

"More pain" the same voice continued.

Lightning was continually pumped into my body and all the while, I could feel my life slipping for me. Just as I was about to give out, I felt one more thing. A knife.

The cold steel had torn a few marks in my arms, legs and face when suddenly, a loud explosion rang out.

Chaos erupted everywhere.

I lifted my head weakly and saw a hole blasted in the side of the ship. There was space just beyond.

My plan was to throw myself over the edge in the midst of the chaos and kill myself.

No more Vader and chaos I thought.

I rolled my body over the table and let it crash to the floor. As I landed, I let out a painful cry. This marked the beginning of my journey to the blast hole. My arms reached out in front of me and pulled my body up.

Several minutes later, and all the while unnoticed, I had reached the hole. Suddenly, a voice rang out.

One single word.

"NO!"

Too late. I had already pulled myself over the edge.

However; instead of floating away, I was falling. And choking. No oxygen. I reached my scarred hands up to my throat in an effort to try and stop the choking.

Just as everything was beginning to get black and darker and as I was closing my eyes, everything around me began changing. What was space was now turning blue and what was some distance below, was green.

"Huh?" was the last thought I had before I slipped into unconsciousness.

..

That was from when I was 13 years old. Vader basically, taken me and my brother from my home when I was 3 and killed our parents. He wiped my memories afterwards and turned me into his daughter. Or at least, that's what I thought at the time…

Phoenix Rain here, out.