Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OC Analise Joy) belong to them.
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Analise's arms were chained over her head and she dangled helplessly from the ceiling. Her arms felt as though they were slowly being pulled from their sockets as she swayed back and forth.
Her arms were burning, the cuts and burns stinging, and she was having issues sometimes breathing, but at least the weight was off her broken feet and her feet were what she was the most worried about.
Broken feet...As a dancer she had been told her feet were her most important tool. She needed them to push herself through the difficult moves she had had to master over her years of training. As a Jedi she wasn't actually dancing anymore, but Analise's early dancing lessons still stuck with her and the Katas she was now working to master were like dances.
'If my feet can't be fully healed, how will I be a Jedi?' The thought frightened her. She wanted very much to be a proper Jedi Knight and work in the field alongside Ben and Ani, but if Analise's feet couldn't heal...
She quickly shook the thought away from her head. She was being foolish. 'My feet will heal and even if they don't it doesn't matter. I can still be a Jedi even if work in the Creche or Archives. The Archives could be fun...'
The door to what Analsie had been calling her Little Torture Chamber slid open. Dooku strolled in flanked by a pair of MagnaGuards and about twelve battle droids. His noble face was lit by a sadistic grin. One that Analise recognized. It only adorned his face when he was about to unleash his rage. Not with a controlled Makashi strike in the midst of a duel, but as a long and painful torture session. At least painful for her.
"What do you want Dooku?"
"The same thing as always. Lower the blocks and let your pain race free to your brother and so-called-family. Bring them here!"
"You mean the recording didn't work?" A spark, a flame burst free from Analise's hidden depths. An impish, teasing spark that often danced in Anakin's eyes when they were facing a foe on a mission, but rarely in Analise's. "I knew they wouldn't fall for it! Your plan failed Dooku! Your stupid plan failed!"
With a snarl Dooku backhanded Analise, her head snapping to the side. His dark eyes glared at the young woman dangling from the chins as if he could stab her with his gaze. Turning his back on her, Dooku stepped away, sharply waving his hand through the air. This brought his two MagnaGuards forward, electrostaffs blazing and crackling.
They jabbed her. Stabbed and hit Analise with the staffs. Metal fists slammed into side again and again. She cried out sharply before biting down on her lip when one particular fist slammed into a rib with an audibly crack. 'There goes another one' she thought morbidly. 'At this point my lips will be nothing but shreds...But I don't want Dooku to have the pleasure anymore of hearing my cries.'
Another wave of Dooku's hand. This one elegant, lazy. Apparently his rage and blood-lust had been satisfied...for the moment. The sadistic grin remained though. "Will you give in now granddaughter?"
"I...am...not...your...granddaughter!" Analise gasped the words out. It was hurting more to breath and she prayed that one of her cracked ribs hadn't hit a lung.
"Temper, temper dear. Anger is not a Jedi trait." Dooku chuckled. Normally he wasn't so cruel, but this brat stood in the way of his Master and at times was just as annoying as her brother. In his mind Dooku sighed. He didn't understand why his Master was so interested in corrupting Anakin, in turning him even if he was the Chosen One.
"Ummm...Excuse me sir." One of the battle droids nervously stepped forward, one metal finger tapping his built-in comlink. "It appears that there is a ship landing nearby...a Jedi ship..."
"Good. Takes your places by the door." Analise began to struggle aganist the chains as a a presence reached out through the Force.
A familiar presence.
A loving presence.
Obi-Wan...Ben...
Dooku grinned as he turned back to the struggling young woman. "Your blocks are still up so it would appear that my stupid recording worked." The grin grew. He too had guessed who was coming. "Looks like the boyfriend is here to save the day."