The Struggle for Freedom: Chapter 1
A/N: Thanks for the reviews to everyone who reviewed. This is the second chapter; I'm still looking for info on Admiral Ackbar's first name, if anyone knows it please contact me by review, so please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or it's characters, I just own my own made up character.
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Somewhere in Coruscant: Ten years later
~Meghan's POV~
I lean against the glass pane, watching the line of traffic go by.
I don't know whatever happened to my parents.
I don't know how old I am.
I know one thing.
I hate the Empire.
"Will Slave Meghan report to her master's office right away, he has a job for you to do." The intercom's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn and run rapidly towards the spoken location.
There's a rule among the slaves.
Be at the place in less than two minutes to avoid a whipping.
I don't how much time that is, but I know it's not that much time.
I hate that name.
Slave Meghan, I know that it's supposed to put you down, show you your place.
I stop in front of my master's office, and compose myself. He hates it when his slaves come in tired.
"You wanted to see me, master?" I ask, bowing down as far as I can go, eyes glued to the ground.
"You're late." He says coldly, unraveling his whip and cracking it towards me.
I brace myself for the blow, but it never comes.
It instead lands at my feet, I know it's supposed to scare me, but after all this time, I don't even blink, knowing that it was a way to make me more scared of him.
It never works.
I hate him too much to fear him.
"There's a new shipment of slaves coming in, I want you to oversee the operation. Make sure that they don't get out of hand, and if you do anything that is wrong, there will be plenty of storm troopers to correct you. Do you understand?" He asks coldly.
"Yes, master," I say in a neutral voice, but inside I felt a surge of excitement. New slaves meant more people to talk to. There's usually a lot of suspicion because I'm a human slave, which I don't understand, other than the fact that I'm different than the other slaves. At the end, I end up friends with them all. That's one thing about slaves; they always stick together by a mutual bond.
I bow once again, and leave to go to the docking station, going as fast I can. Knowing that my master, being who he is, told me just before the shipment landed.
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The office that Meghan just left
~General POV~
The lone figure in the room smiles coldly as the slave leaves. "She is improving by leaps and bounds, soon she'll be totally loyal to the Empire. I must contact Lord Vader to tell him of her improvement, he will be pleased, I think within a year she will be ready to serve the Empire as a storm trooper or another worker."
'She's such a poster-girl, too. Long brown hair, hazel eyes, unfortunately, really too short to fit the bill at five-four, but I guess that you can't have everything, can you?'
He reaches for the communication device as he finishes that train of thought: "Lord Vader was right about one thing, making someone who will later on be a service to the Empire to be a slave definantly makes them more servile."
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Docking Bay: Five minutes later
~Meghan's POV~
I skid to a stop, and sigh with relief that the shuttle hasn't even landed yet.
"Hey! You there! Over here!" A storm trooper shouts, pointing towards the spot right next to where the shuttle is landing.
As I walk towards the spot that the storm trooper is pointing at, the same words keep on repeating in my head:
My name is Meghan.
I don't know how old I am.
I don't know how to read and write, or do any kind of math.
My master is Grand Moff Tarkin.
And someday, I will be free and away from the Empire.
TBC.
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A/N: Next chapter will be up soon, also, I'm still hoping for Admiral Ackbar's first name; contact me by review if you know it. Until the next chapter, please read and review.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews to everyone who reviewed. This is the second chapter; I'm still looking for info on Admiral Ackbar's first name, if anyone knows it please contact me by review, so please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or it's characters, I just own my own made up character.
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Somewhere in Coruscant: Ten years later
~Meghan's POV~
I lean against the glass pane, watching the line of traffic go by.
I don't know whatever happened to my parents.
I don't know how old I am.
I know one thing.
I hate the Empire.
"Will Slave Meghan report to her master's office right away, he has a job for you to do." The intercom's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn and run rapidly towards the spoken location.
There's a rule among the slaves.
Be at the place in less than two minutes to avoid a whipping.
I don't how much time that is, but I know it's not that much time.
I hate that name.
Slave Meghan, I know that it's supposed to put you down, show you your place.
I stop in front of my master's office, and compose myself. He hates it when his slaves come in tired.
"You wanted to see me, master?" I ask, bowing down as far as I can go, eyes glued to the ground.
"You're late." He says coldly, unraveling his whip and cracking it towards me.
I brace myself for the blow, but it never comes.
It instead lands at my feet, I know it's supposed to scare me, but after all this time, I don't even blink, knowing that it was a way to make me more scared of him.
It never works.
I hate him too much to fear him.
"There's a new shipment of slaves coming in, I want you to oversee the operation. Make sure that they don't get out of hand, and if you do anything that is wrong, there will be plenty of storm troopers to correct you. Do you understand?" He asks coldly.
"Yes, master," I say in a neutral voice, but inside I felt a surge of excitement. New slaves meant more people to talk to. There's usually a lot of suspicion because I'm a human slave, which I don't understand, other than the fact that I'm different than the other slaves. At the end, I end up friends with them all. That's one thing about slaves; they always stick together by a mutual bond.
I bow once again, and leave to go to the docking station, going as fast I can. Knowing that my master, being who he is, told me just before the shipment landed.
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The office that Meghan just left
~General POV~
The lone figure in the room smiles coldly as the slave leaves. "She is improving by leaps and bounds, soon she'll be totally loyal to the Empire. I must contact Lord Vader to tell him of her improvement, he will be pleased, I think within a year she will be ready to serve the Empire as a storm trooper or another worker."
'She's such a poster-girl, too. Long brown hair, hazel eyes, unfortunately, really too short to fit the bill at five-four, but I guess that you can't have everything, can you?'
He reaches for the communication device as he finishes that train of thought: "Lord Vader was right about one thing, making someone who will later on be a service to the Empire to be a slave definantly makes them more servile."
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Docking Bay: Five minutes later
~Meghan's POV~
I skid to a stop, and sigh with relief that the shuttle hasn't even landed yet.
"Hey! You there! Over here!" A storm trooper shouts, pointing towards the spot right next to where the shuttle is landing.
As I walk towards the spot that the storm trooper is pointing at, the same words keep on repeating in my head:
My name is Meghan.
I don't know how old I am.
I don't know how to read and write, or do any kind of math.
My master is Grand Moff Tarkin.
And someday, I will be free and away from the Empire.
TBC.
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A/N: Next chapter will be up soon, also, I'm still hoping for Admiral Ackbar's first name; contact me by review if you know it. Until the next chapter, please read and review.
