TASOO: I do not own Mango. This chapter is a little shorter, but hey! Its close to Christmas and I have a lot to do! Merry Christmas those who celebrate on Fanfiction! If you dont, then have a happy new year!
The room than Mango resided in was a lot like the cell that she once was in. Instead of the walls being a dark gray, almost black, they were a light shade of gray, but the red lines still seemed to race around the walls, they seeming to cast a glow that made Mango wonder if they contained the ship's power. As for the furniture, she had a small bed that was pure silver, but was still comfortable with the richest of memory foams and a dresser that seemed to be made of titanium, it sparkling in the light. It was thought by the Inquisitor that Mango was jumping up and down in her new room in excitement. But it was the complete opposite for her. She just put up the act to make him feel like she really wanted to be here. But really, it was the complete opposite. She sat there, her hands in her face and begun to cry.
" I'm so confused. Which side must I choose? Which side lies, and which tells the truth...?" Mango did not know anymore. But she did know one thing. That day that this... empire... arrived at her home, they took her mom away. So they know where she is. As if he was the answer to her prayers, Thurman came into the room and gave an eerie smile.
" I see you have settled in... would you like a tour of the ship?" Thurman held an outstretched hand. If he was to win this child's trust, he needed to seem kind, and aid the child in any possible way he can.
" I would like to see her." Mango spoke up, getting up from her bed that she was sitting down in.
" See who?" Thurman already knew the answer before the words left Mango's lips.
" My mother. You have her, dont you?" Mango asked, coxing her head to the side. Thurman's once fake smiled dropped to a frown. If she were to see Mango, then all would be lost, the truth would come out. No, he would not let that happen. All he had to do, was drown the truth with more lies.
" I do not have your mother, the rebels took her." He explained, Mango taken aback by the sudden answer. The rebels...?
" What? No! That cant be right... I saw YOUR ship." Mango realized, once again defending the rebels. They were her friends, no way would they try to harm her in any way!
" They stole the ship, another thing that they do a lot. You see Mango, you have a power, you and your mother. People call it the power of Peace, a Peacemaker." Thurman explained.
" Whats a Peacemaker?" Mango decided to ask, interest in her eyes.
" In the way of war, there is three elements. Failure to have them all, will result death. Back in the Clone wars, there were these three elements. The Clones, the soldiers, that stood for attack and bravery. Jedi and Padawan stood for magic and wisdom, while Peacemakers stood for defense and kindness. Although Peacemakers could make anyone calm, could lead them away from battle and make sure they are safe, they were easy to strike down. This is why that they are more likely extinct. Mango, you and your mother are the last peacemaker's alive." Thurman explained, Mango now understood. But still...
" It is true... we did take your mother, but she volunteered. She wanted to fight with the empire, fight for what's right, and we gained something the rebels lacked: a Peacemaker." Thurman explained. " The rebels were angry with this, and they fought for the hand of the Peacemaker. Your in the middle of a war Mango, both sides want you, yet you can only join one." It was of this that Mango realized just how special she really was, Thurman went on with his explanation.
" You see, we were trying to get you both to safety, but we only got Lisa, she stayed with us for about a day until we were attacked, out ship turned against us. She was taken away from us, and in the rebels most wretched dungeon. You were oblivious to the fact that your mother was only a few feet bellow you." Thurman explained, a giving a sad frown on the outside, but a victorious grin on the inside.
" So... if I attack the rebels... will I get my mommy back?" Mango asked, she wanted more than anything to see her again, and if this was the only way... so be it.
" If you wish to do so... but your only nine. At such a young age, you are not ready for war just yet... You can be the distraction, so we can move in and rescue your mother, after all you are quite good friends with them... or so they think." Thurman gave a grin, but Mango's face was motionless, it was as if her brain couldn't take the sadness and grief that she had plunged into, leaving her body numb.
" I will... be sure to... make you proud." Mango croaked out the words in a way that sounded robotic. Her heart was telling her that this was the wrong thing to do. But her mind knew this was the right. Memories of when Ezra showed her the Tooka, the two laughing their heads off, Sabine teaching her how to paint the two girls having the most fun they had in years, and Hera comforting her when she was having the deepest of nightmares flourished through her mind, reminding her of when she was with her mother. Was it true... that all those memories, that the happiness, the kindness and the friendship they shared... was it all a lie?