The Struggle for Freedom: Chapter 2
A/N: If I get the name wrong, please don't flame me, I don't know what his first name is, and I couldn't find it anywhere. If anyone does know, please tell me. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: Star Wars ain't mine, and never will be, only my character is mine.
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Docking Bay of Grand Moff Tarkin's building: Right after the shuttle lands
~Meghan's POV~
I watch as the slaves slowly shuffle out of the shuttle.
I feel sorry for them; Tarkin's has one of the coldest hearts in the Empire, maybe next to Lord Vader and the Emperor.
Heck, I feel sorry for myself.
I study each of them as they leave the shuttle; I know many of the species, because of the years that I've spent here; Sullustans, Wookies, and so much more.
Then a slave steps out that I've never seen before.
He's brown all over, a dome-shaped head, and bulging eyes. Curious, I stare at him as all the other slaves are taken out of the shuttle; I definantly never seen that species before in my time as a slave of Tarkin's.
"Okay! Move out slaves! Come on! GO!" The lead storm trooper says, cracking his whip over the shipment's heads.
I scurry over to my assigned spot, keeping my head down to avoid the storm troopers wraith. We march quietly down the hallways, the slaves that were probably free before this whimpering in fear. The only other sound that's being made is the whip cracking over their heads, trying to quiet them. I wish that I can comfort them, but to do so would give me a whipping myself.
One of the slaves, a child, stumbles and falls, wailing hysterically. I rush over and help her up, talking to her softly, trying to calm her down before the storm troopers notice and punish her.
"HEY! STOP IT OVER THERE! KEEP ON MOVING!" The voice of the storm trooper dashes all hopes for the girl and me to avoid a beating.
The whip cracks, aiming towards the girl; I shove the girl out of the way, and take the blow myself. I wince as the lash strikes me heavily on the back as I barely hold back a scream. The whip comes down again, and I protect the girl as I take the beating for her. Not bad for the lashes, I've had more before, but I've had less, too.
Usually I brace myself for the beating, which I've learned to do over the time, and I did after the first few lashes.
"I'm sorry, sir, but it seems that the girl is agitated, is it okay if I stay with her until we get to the slaves quarters?" I ask with all the submission in my voice possible, even though I already know the answer.
"NO! Now go back to your assigned spot, slave!" I barely dodge the whip and then wince as the child I was protecting shrieks in pain from the blow I was supposed to have. Soon we reached our destination, and I was given the rest of the day off.
One of my caretakers the one I consider my mother, a Wookie named Arianna, approaches me, rumbling her worry.
"Yeah, I got a beating today, but they were going to punish little child, no older than I probably was when I ended up here." I reply, stretching out carefully face-first on my bunk.
She snorts, and then starts to remove the top part of my tan jumpsuit to take care of my wounds. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that it stings every time that she does this.
"Hi, um thank you for what you did back there." A hesitant voice pulls me out of my thoughts, as I turn my head to the source of the voice, the child I tried to help earlier.
I smile, "Anytime, just remember that the more noise that you make, the more of a beating that you'll get. Okay?"
"'K" she says, still sounding like she's scared out of her mind of being here which I can totally understand.
"I'm Meghan, and this is Arianna," I say, gesturing towards my adoptive mother. "She'll take care of you after she's done with me."
"Can either of you bring me back to my mommy and daddy?" She asks with all the innocence of a child.
It breaks my heart hearing these words, knowing that either of us couldn't help her get the thing that she wanted and desired the most:
to be back with her family.
Neither of us has the heart to tell her the truth, "Why don't you go lay down for a while, you must be tired after the trip, Arianna will be over soon," I suggest after a long silence.
After she leaves, another new slave approaches me, the specie that I never saw before. "That was very nice of you," he comments in a deep gravelly voice.
"Thank you, what kind of species are you?" I ask curiously, earning a sharp rebuke from Arianna.
"Sorry, I was just curious," I say defensively.
"It's okay," the person being talked about says, "I'm a Mon Calamari, from a planet that you never heard of, probably."
"Probably," I agree, not at all offended, "I'm Meghan, and this is Arianna, what's your name?"
"Aslan Ackbar," he says, "If you ever want to have a favor done for you, just ask,"
"No, it's okay, we never have favors among ourselves, and it's really pointless." I point out.
"How much education do you have?" He asks.
"None, slaves don't get anything." I say bitterly.
"I'll teach you, hopefully we can avoid being caught."
"What about the others?" I ask, not wanting to leave the other children out.
"I'll teach them, too,"
And so that's how it all begins.
Nobody knew at that moment that second, that interaction will change one slave girl's life forever.
TBC.
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A/N: IF ANYONE KNOWS ADMIRAL ACKBAR'S FIRST NAME, IT WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED IF YOU TELL ME IN REVEWS. IF NOT, I WILL CONTINUE WITH THE NAME I HAVE NOW. Please read and review.
A/N: If I get the name wrong, please don't flame me, I don't know what his first name is, and I couldn't find it anywhere. If anyone does know, please tell me. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: Star Wars ain't mine, and never will be, only my character is mine.
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Docking Bay of Grand Moff Tarkin's building: Right after the shuttle lands
~Meghan's POV~
I watch as the slaves slowly shuffle out of the shuttle.
I feel sorry for them; Tarkin's has one of the coldest hearts in the Empire, maybe next to Lord Vader and the Emperor.
Heck, I feel sorry for myself.
I study each of them as they leave the shuttle; I know many of the species, because of the years that I've spent here; Sullustans, Wookies, and so much more.
Then a slave steps out that I've never seen before.
He's brown all over, a dome-shaped head, and bulging eyes. Curious, I stare at him as all the other slaves are taken out of the shuttle; I definantly never seen that species before in my time as a slave of Tarkin's.
"Okay! Move out slaves! Come on! GO!" The lead storm trooper says, cracking his whip over the shipment's heads.
I scurry over to my assigned spot, keeping my head down to avoid the storm troopers wraith. We march quietly down the hallways, the slaves that were probably free before this whimpering in fear. The only other sound that's being made is the whip cracking over their heads, trying to quiet them. I wish that I can comfort them, but to do so would give me a whipping myself.
One of the slaves, a child, stumbles and falls, wailing hysterically. I rush over and help her up, talking to her softly, trying to calm her down before the storm troopers notice and punish her.
"HEY! STOP IT OVER THERE! KEEP ON MOVING!" The voice of the storm trooper dashes all hopes for the girl and me to avoid a beating.
The whip cracks, aiming towards the girl; I shove the girl out of the way, and take the blow myself. I wince as the lash strikes me heavily on the back as I barely hold back a scream. The whip comes down again, and I protect the girl as I take the beating for her. Not bad for the lashes, I've had more before, but I've had less, too.
Usually I brace myself for the beating, which I've learned to do over the time, and I did after the first few lashes.
"I'm sorry, sir, but it seems that the girl is agitated, is it okay if I stay with her until we get to the slaves quarters?" I ask with all the submission in my voice possible, even though I already know the answer.
"NO! Now go back to your assigned spot, slave!" I barely dodge the whip and then wince as the child I was protecting shrieks in pain from the blow I was supposed to have. Soon we reached our destination, and I was given the rest of the day off.
One of my caretakers the one I consider my mother, a Wookie named Arianna, approaches me, rumbling her worry.
"Yeah, I got a beating today, but they were going to punish little child, no older than I probably was when I ended up here." I reply, stretching out carefully face-first on my bunk.
She snorts, and then starts to remove the top part of my tan jumpsuit to take care of my wounds. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that it stings every time that she does this.
"Hi, um thank you for what you did back there." A hesitant voice pulls me out of my thoughts, as I turn my head to the source of the voice, the child I tried to help earlier.
I smile, "Anytime, just remember that the more noise that you make, the more of a beating that you'll get. Okay?"
"'K" she says, still sounding like she's scared out of her mind of being here which I can totally understand.
"I'm Meghan, and this is Arianna," I say, gesturing towards my adoptive mother. "She'll take care of you after she's done with me."
"Can either of you bring me back to my mommy and daddy?" She asks with all the innocence of a child.
It breaks my heart hearing these words, knowing that either of us couldn't help her get the thing that she wanted and desired the most:
to be back with her family.
Neither of us has the heart to tell her the truth, "Why don't you go lay down for a while, you must be tired after the trip, Arianna will be over soon," I suggest after a long silence.
After she leaves, another new slave approaches me, the specie that I never saw before. "That was very nice of you," he comments in a deep gravelly voice.
"Thank you, what kind of species are you?" I ask curiously, earning a sharp rebuke from Arianna.
"Sorry, I was just curious," I say defensively.
"It's okay," the person being talked about says, "I'm a Mon Calamari, from a planet that you never heard of, probably."
"Probably," I agree, not at all offended, "I'm Meghan, and this is Arianna, what's your name?"
"Aslan Ackbar," he says, "If you ever want to have a favor done for you, just ask,"
"No, it's okay, we never have favors among ourselves, and it's really pointless." I point out.
"How much education do you have?" He asks.
"None, slaves don't get anything." I say bitterly.
"I'll teach you, hopefully we can avoid being caught."
"What about the others?" I ask, not wanting to leave the other children out.
"I'll teach them, too,"
And so that's how it all begins.
Nobody knew at that moment that second, that interaction will change one slave girl's life forever.
TBC.
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A/N: IF ANYONE KNOWS ADMIRAL ACKBAR'S FIRST NAME, IT WILL BE GREATLY APPRECIATED IF YOU TELL ME IN REVEWS. IF NOT, I WILL CONTINUE WITH THE NAME I HAVE NOW. Please read and review.
