The Struggle for Freedom: Chapter 3
A/N: Since there were no reviews saying the first name of Admiral Ackbar, I will continue with Aslan. Thanks for the suggestion, Saymir ShadowFox, I will try to make the chapters longer, I just have to point out that all my chapters are generally short, and I try to end at a cliffhanger just to torture my readers. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: The only thing that I own is my character that is Star Wars related.
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Grand Moff Tarkin's Place: A month later
~Meghan's POV~
It's been about a month since Aslan Ackbar offered his chance of education.
As you can tell, I already have some education.
I can count, tell time, and read and write.
It has been a great improvement since I first showed up at this place.
Not much on all of them, but it's hard in between meeting Grand Moff's Tarkin's demands, and trying not to be caught.
That is the hardest part, Tarkin always has some job for you to do, and no matter what you're doing, the two-minute rule still applies.
It is very hard to keep on studying with that rule hanging over your head.
I lean against the window, the one that I was leaning against that fateful day, the day that gave me opportunity and hope.
"Ready for another lesson?" Aslan asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"What do you think?" I shoot back, smiling. So far I loved learning, the only damper is the thought of us being caught.
We go to a secluded area of the slave quarters, where the storm troopers never even bother to look. I pick up a scrap of paper that Aslan had managed to swipe from Tarkin's office, and start to read the story that he wrote down with a pen that he also managed to swipe from the office.
Both very risky ventures, especially if you get caught in the act.
It's amazing that he's willing to do it all.
Even Arianna never dared risk the chance of doing this idea.
Which I totally understand, and don't against her.
An hour into the lesson, it happened.
"Well, Well, Well, what do we have here, a two slaves learning, now that's against the rules, isn't it?"
Fear lodges itself in my throat as I hear these words; I recognize the sound of the mechanical voice immediately.
Storm troopers.
They immediately bring us in front of Tarkin, and he already has the whip ready when we get there.
The whip just keeps on coming down on both of us, even I can't hold back the howls of pain as the lashes keep on coming as I get the worst beating that I ever got before as a slave.
Finally, he dismisses us, with the warning that if he ever hears about anything like that again, he'll make sure that we'll pay more.
So much for his idea to work, since there's a risk of death involved, he says that he can no longer teach us.
Despair fills me when he says that.
How am ever supposed to be free if I don't have any education to help me escape?
I don't know what to do anymore.
We walk slowly back from the worst beating either of us has ever gotten.
Later, as Arianna tries to patch me up, scolding me gently during every second of it, Aslan approaches me.
"I found out what happened," he says softly, "apparently someone sold us out, in exchange for freedom, and a good amount of money."
"That was nice of whoever it was," I say sarcastically.
There is a rule among slaves that we never rat each other out, no matter what, because the promises are just lies anyway, and the others never forgive you most of the time. The slaves run by the rule like it is like a law, one that can never be broken without severe punishment, and the chance of being an outcast.
Trust is a big deal in the slave community.
"I'm so sorry, I just wanted to be back with my mommy and daddy, and he promised to help me with that." Callista, the child that I helped the first day, says, approaching us.
"You mean you were the one who told on us?" I gasp, surprised.
"Yes, I just want to be back with my family, I didn't know that he was going to not do that." She says, tears filling her eyes.
I'm about to yell at her when Arianna steps in, rumbling that she shouldn't do that again, this time we'll forgive her, but next time, we won't.
She walks away, looking that she just lost her best friend in the galaxy. "You weren't exactly nice to her about that, you know," Aslan comments to Arianna.
"There's a rule among us that says we never rat each other out, for obvious reasons," I explain.
"Still, she's young she doesn't know any better," he argues.
I didn't want to say how lucky she was to get away with just a rebuke.
Most of the time, if that rule is broken, the slave stays, but is never trusted again.
"Lets just drop the subject," I say, hissing in pain as Arianna takes care of a particularly nasty wound.
"I'll tell you a story that will try to ease the pain," Aslan offers, sitting next to my bed.
My eyes light up at this offer, I love his stories about the galaxy. He talks about the times when he traveled as a captain on a cruiser all over the galaxy.
I close my eyes as he starts, trying to enjoy his story, and trying to ignore the pain of the wounds in the process.
With the story being told, and the quiet humming of Arianna to calm me down, which she does every time I get beaten, I soon fall asleep.
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Same place: A few days later
A gentle shaking on my shoulder wakes me up from my sleep.
I try to jerk awake and demand what's going on, but another hand stops me.
I hear Aslan's voice whisper to me: "I know it's late, but I found something that you'll be interested in, come on."
I slowly follow him through the hallways until we reach a large hanger, inside is a ship that I never saw before.
It's towers over our heads; it's also long, much longer than the shuttles that transport new slaves in. It's gray and red, with two wings together in the middle, and what looks like a robot attached to the top of it.
"What is it?" I ask, not believing my eyes.
He looks at me, "your ticket to freedom."
TBC.
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A/N: Pretty suspenseful, huh? Wait until you see what happens in the next chapters. In the next chapter, pilot-training starts, will Tarkin find out about this escapade? If he does, what will he do to Aslan and Meghan? Until the next chapter, please read and review.
A/N: Since there were no reviews saying the first name of Admiral Ackbar, I will continue with Aslan. Thanks for the suggestion, Saymir ShadowFox, I will try to make the chapters longer, I just have to point out that all my chapters are generally short, and I try to end at a cliffhanger just to torture my readers. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: The only thing that I own is my character that is Star Wars related.
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Grand Moff Tarkin's Place: A month later
~Meghan's POV~
It's been about a month since Aslan Ackbar offered his chance of education.
As you can tell, I already have some education.
I can count, tell time, and read and write.
It has been a great improvement since I first showed up at this place.
Not much on all of them, but it's hard in between meeting Grand Moff's Tarkin's demands, and trying not to be caught.
That is the hardest part, Tarkin always has some job for you to do, and no matter what you're doing, the two-minute rule still applies.
It is very hard to keep on studying with that rule hanging over your head.
I lean against the window, the one that I was leaning against that fateful day, the day that gave me opportunity and hope.
"Ready for another lesson?" Aslan asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"What do you think?" I shoot back, smiling. So far I loved learning, the only damper is the thought of us being caught.
We go to a secluded area of the slave quarters, where the storm troopers never even bother to look. I pick up a scrap of paper that Aslan had managed to swipe from Tarkin's office, and start to read the story that he wrote down with a pen that he also managed to swipe from the office.
Both very risky ventures, especially if you get caught in the act.
It's amazing that he's willing to do it all.
Even Arianna never dared risk the chance of doing this idea.
Which I totally understand, and don't against her.
An hour into the lesson, it happened.
"Well, Well, Well, what do we have here, a two slaves learning, now that's against the rules, isn't it?"
Fear lodges itself in my throat as I hear these words; I recognize the sound of the mechanical voice immediately.
Storm troopers.
They immediately bring us in front of Tarkin, and he already has the whip ready when we get there.
The whip just keeps on coming down on both of us, even I can't hold back the howls of pain as the lashes keep on coming as I get the worst beating that I ever got before as a slave.
Finally, he dismisses us, with the warning that if he ever hears about anything like that again, he'll make sure that we'll pay more.
So much for his idea to work, since there's a risk of death involved, he says that he can no longer teach us.
Despair fills me when he says that.
How am ever supposed to be free if I don't have any education to help me escape?
I don't know what to do anymore.
We walk slowly back from the worst beating either of us has ever gotten.
Later, as Arianna tries to patch me up, scolding me gently during every second of it, Aslan approaches me.
"I found out what happened," he says softly, "apparently someone sold us out, in exchange for freedom, and a good amount of money."
"That was nice of whoever it was," I say sarcastically.
There is a rule among slaves that we never rat each other out, no matter what, because the promises are just lies anyway, and the others never forgive you most of the time. The slaves run by the rule like it is like a law, one that can never be broken without severe punishment, and the chance of being an outcast.
Trust is a big deal in the slave community.
"I'm so sorry, I just wanted to be back with my mommy and daddy, and he promised to help me with that." Callista, the child that I helped the first day, says, approaching us.
"You mean you were the one who told on us?" I gasp, surprised.
"Yes, I just want to be back with my family, I didn't know that he was going to not do that." She says, tears filling her eyes.
I'm about to yell at her when Arianna steps in, rumbling that she shouldn't do that again, this time we'll forgive her, but next time, we won't.
She walks away, looking that she just lost her best friend in the galaxy. "You weren't exactly nice to her about that, you know," Aslan comments to Arianna.
"There's a rule among us that says we never rat each other out, for obvious reasons," I explain.
"Still, she's young she doesn't know any better," he argues.
I didn't want to say how lucky she was to get away with just a rebuke.
Most of the time, if that rule is broken, the slave stays, but is never trusted again.
"Lets just drop the subject," I say, hissing in pain as Arianna takes care of a particularly nasty wound.
"I'll tell you a story that will try to ease the pain," Aslan offers, sitting next to my bed.
My eyes light up at this offer, I love his stories about the galaxy. He talks about the times when he traveled as a captain on a cruiser all over the galaxy.
I close my eyes as he starts, trying to enjoy his story, and trying to ignore the pain of the wounds in the process.
With the story being told, and the quiet humming of Arianna to calm me down, which she does every time I get beaten, I soon fall asleep.
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Same place: A few days later
A gentle shaking on my shoulder wakes me up from my sleep.
I try to jerk awake and demand what's going on, but another hand stops me.
I hear Aslan's voice whisper to me: "I know it's late, but I found something that you'll be interested in, come on."
I slowly follow him through the hallways until we reach a large hanger, inside is a ship that I never saw before.
It's towers over our heads; it's also long, much longer than the shuttles that transport new slaves in. It's gray and red, with two wings together in the middle, and what looks like a robot attached to the top of it.
"What is it?" I ask, not believing my eyes.
He looks at me, "your ticket to freedom."
TBC.
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A/N: Pretty suspenseful, huh? Wait until you see what happens in the next chapters. In the next chapter, pilot-training starts, will Tarkin find out about this escapade? If he does, what will he do to Aslan and Meghan? Until the next chapter, please read and review.
