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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Prisoner
She couldn't take waiting anymore. So she got out of her bed, and walked out of her room.
It's like that feeling of walking in between the living and the dead. You're not quite living, but you're not quite dead yet either. How could the daughter of a legend, Luke Skywalker end up walking on a grave like this?
Although, if she hadn't joined him, she'd be dead. Palpatine would have executed her order of death right then and there.
She still felt the prick of guilt ride within her as she walked the black sleek floors of the star destroyer, trying to stay brave. She tried to act tall, but in reality she was short, and easy to pick on from the on lookers of those that worked these stations on the ship. However, they still kept their distance because they knew who she was and what she was and who she was close to on the ship. No one dared go near her. And sometimes she appreciated that. Sometimes she'd rather not be bothered by these people who volunteered for the Dark Side, basically volunteering their lives away.
She met up with General Pryde, of all people, unfortunately to greet the new prisoner that the Knights of Ren have captured.
"And, I was called to attain this matter because…?" she asked after falling into step in front of him, and folding her hands across her abdomen. She looked at him in his blue eyes, eyeing his cold stoney-facial expression he always wore. His skin may be as fair as hers, but it did not match his personality. She'd seen better.
Pryde looked her up and down, dressed in a beautiful black crushed velvet dress with her dark haired curls up in a twist, dangling against her bare neck. She was small, but still seemed confident. Kylo's doing, no doubt.
"Since Captain Phasma's no longer with us, we need someone to register our prisoners, and archive them in before termination dates."
"I wasn't aware we were taking anymore prisoners," she said, glancing curiously at him. Kylo must've found Rey, she thought to herself.
"Hmm. Well, you'll see what I mean when they come on board," he said briskly, and the two of them turned to the elevator that revealed General Hux.
She inhaled, and tensed up her shoulders, preparing for the worst. But behind Hux was someone she wasn't quite expecting. Her lips dropped slightly ajar in shock, and her heart pounded wildly against her chest. Oh my God, she thought, and wanted to say out loud. Chewie!?
What was Chewie doing here?! Didn't he know better than to get captured?!
They locked eyes, and she closed her mouth and licked her lips, unsure of what to do. She looked around, trying to avoid his hard stares.
General Hux glared at Elle.
"The beast who used to fly with the great Han Solo," Hux reported disdainfully, which only made Chewie roar with biting anger at him, making the little wisps of his hair stick out a bit.
Elle smiled a little at that, unable to help it.
"Put him into interrogation six," Pryde informed. He looked at Elle, and she tried not to make a fuss about having to go with Hux to take Chewie into his cell.
She sighed, and walked on the other side of Chewie, head down low, knowing all too well what the Wookie was probably thinking about her right now.
But that did spark a sneaky question that crept up in her mind. If Kylo met up with Rey, what happened to her and the others? Did they escape? Did they find what they needed to find on Passanna?
Elle watched Hux put Chewie in his spot, though Chewie tried to struggle against him. Elle gave him a pleading look with the Wookie to cooperate nicely, though she knew that wasn't his style.
After Hux finally had enough, he grumbled angrily, and stalked off, leaving Elle to categorize him.
Chewie looked up at her, still chained to his spot, and she couldn't help but look at his current state, feeling her heart broken.
"Chewie…" Elle began, stepping closer toward him, but he looked away.
She grimaced at his hesitation towards her. "Please. It's not what it looks like."
"We looked for you everywhere," he said in Wookie tongue.
Elle shook her head, typing in his stats into her electronic pad. "You wouldn't have found me," she whispered. "I was at Exegol. Tricked by an old Jedi mind trick."
Chewie frowned.
"I should've listened to him, Chew. I should've listened to Poe," Elle whispered to him. He looked up at her. Was Elle still there and on their side? She was playing a dangerous game if she was. "But there was no turning back. I think it's too late for me."
Chewie shook his head. "No it's not. Help me escape. We can get out of here!"
Elle grimaced. "I can't," she said. "I'm on a very tight leash as it is."
There was a slight knock on the door, "Come on, Elle. You're needed on the bridge. We have word of the others."
She gave Chewie a wide-eyed look before she pivoted and turned around, walking away from his cell, leaving him chained, and helpless, while it made her heart break into a million pieces.
~*TROS*~
A/n: Chewie! Oh my God. When I saw this part in theatre, my heart literally dropped you guys, lol. I love my Chewie. Follows, favorites, and reviews are still welcomed and loved. Thank you all for the recent follows, favorites, and reviews! I love each and everyone of you, and hope you're doing well. Be safe! Love you all!
