Daughters of the Force
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Yoda looked around, but couldn't see anything. All was pitch black. He tried to stretch out his senses, but it seemed like his grasp on the Force was far more limited than usual. He dared not move, not trusting his senses and not wanting to accidentally discover a precipice in that dark place. Just as he was about to call out, he heard a muffled sound that he believed to be a whimper.
He glanced about, but still couldn't see anything. Then he heard the sound again, only louder. "…Help…me." Said a voice. Yoda then heard the sound of someone crying softly. "…Help…me." The voice repeated. Then suddenly a young human woman appeared in front of him.
He couldn't see her face, which was doused in shadow, but he could see the tears trickling delicately from her eyes. All was silent except for the sound of her tears spilling onto an unseen floor. "Please," she whispered despairingly, "help me." She reached out to him, as though asking to be pulled out of the forsaken place she was trapped in. Then all was black once more.
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(on a not so distant planet)
Wow. she thought weakly, that really made my head hurt. The young woman groaned, that had taken more out of her than she had thought it would.
There was a bang on the durasteel door of her cell. "Keep quiet in there number one, or I'll report you to the Professor. You know the rule, no talking after lights out." She heard the guard walk off, trying to hurry and finish his rounds for the evening so he could go home.
Home, she thought, I wonder what a real home is like?
"Number one, number one can you hear me?"
Number one heard the whisper coming through the vent that connected all of the cells. The owner of the voice was number two. She scooted closer to the vent. "I hear you n-two, any luck?" she asked.
She could hear her friend shift. "I managed to do it, and so did the others, except for the two new ones, they're still too weak from testing. But I don't think we'll all be able to do it again, not all at once. There's too great a risk that the Professor will pick it up. But even if we can't, n-one, you should try to keep it up. You've always been the strongest of the original twelve."
N-one and n-two were nicknames of sorts. Originally there had been twelve of them, but then two more had been added. They had all been born and raised in that dismal, cold place they were in. Their life, an endless parade of training and excruciating tests and experiments.
Yes, number one thought as she curled up on her sleep-mat, I have to be strong, for the others. Tomorrow was going to be her day for those terrible experiments. I must be strong. Then she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
I know my readers are probably going to kill me for starting another story, but in order for me to finish my others, I have to get these other ideas out of my head first. The next chapter for guardians is in the making, as is the next chapter in this fic. Please be patient with me. THANK YOU! Please review, it only takes a second! ^o^