The Struggle for Freedom: Chapter 4

A/N: This chapter will contain some violence, there is a reason, and it's not going to be explained for a few chapters. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Star Wars is something I will never own, even though I wish that I can own it, I only own the character that I made up.

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Grand Moff Tarkin's Place: Same time as before

~Meghan's POV~

I stare at him, shocked.

I could be free?

"How?" I stammer, not fully understanding.

"This is a ship called and X-Wing, it is capable of hyperspace, and can fight in space combat, unfortunately it is only made for one person, I would free everyone here if I could, but that isn't possible, you have no memory of freedom, so you're the best candidate." He explains.

"What about Callista?" I ask.

"Callista's too young to live on her own, you are, so that's why I decided you're the best choice. You'll need some educating, but I already talked to the R2 unit, and it agreed to help."

"I can't do any math, except count, how am I supposed to do the hyperspace calculations?" I ask, wondering if this is really possible.

"The R2 unit has been doing this longer than you've been around, so I say that it can do the calculations for you, at least for a while, anyway."

I glance at the little robot, the one who's willing to help me get to freedom. "How did Tarkin get the X-wing anyway?"

"He got it by invading a rebel base, don't ask what happened to the pilot."

I shudder, from what I hear, Tarkin's worse with prisoners than he is with slaves. "Where do we start?"

"Well there are many controls of the X-Wing to know about-"

That is what starts training to be a fighter pilot.

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Same place: Six months later

I slip quietly into the simulator room.

I know that I'm supposed to be in here, but it's the only way to practice.

I already have learned everything that is possible for me to escape.

With the R2 unit's help, Aslan has been able to teach me as much and the R2 unit combined knows about X-Wings.

Now, it is time to just practice.

In just a few days, I will have my chance for freedom.

Tarkin's going to meet Vader for a meeting about a "special project" that is almost done. Something, he brags, is powerful enough to destroy a planet.

While he's gone, Aslan and me are going to execute the escape plan.

I'm hoping that I won't get caught while trying to escape.

I shudder at the thought of being caught while practicing the simulator.

I already almost got caught twice when I was summoned to Tarkin's office.

Luckily, the other slaves already know about what Aslan and me are doing, and they are behind me all the way. So they come in when I'm called and send me on the way.

Unfortunately, I usually end up at the office after the two-minute limit, and Tarkin's starting to get suspicious.

'It's only a few more days of this, and then I won't have to worry about that anymore.' I keep on thinking.

I slip into the X-wing simulator, and within seconds, I'm in a space battlefield. Zipping, dodging, and firing at the TIE'S.

Aslan says I'm a natural, and that's the best compliment I ever received.

I'm so absorbed about what I'm doing; I don't even notice the hatch hissing open until my helmet is ripped off my head.

Startled, I look up to see my worst nightmare:

a storm trooper, pointing his rifle right at me.

"Come on, slave, Tarkin will definitely want to hear about this one," he says, his mechanical voice sounding cold.

He grabs me by the arm and pulls me out of the stimulator, and starts to roughly drag me down the hallway. All the slaves stare at me as we walk by, showing alarm, but not being able to do anything without getting in trouble themselves.

The storm trooper knocks on the door, and walks in, still dragging me behind. "I found this slave on the simulators, sir."

Tarkin gets up, carrying his whip, "Really, I thought you knew better by now than to defy me, I'm really disappointed in you, slave, I guess I have to teach you another lesson." He says, studying me.

I close my eyes, bracing myself for the blows.

The first blow strikes me on the head, surprising me because it's the handle of the whip, instead of actual lash; he never used the handle of the whip before because it has metal in it.

I fall to the ground, not able to stand after such a blow. The blows keep on raining down; sometimes it feels like he's using his punching and kicking including using the whip on me. I am beyond pleading, I am beyond screaming as the beating went on, and I just lay there in a ball, trying to live.

After forever, the blows finally stop. "Get up," the cold voice of my master says from what sounds like far away.

I just lay where I am, whimpering.

Another kick, "Get up."

Slowly, I manage to finally to get up, collapsing twice in the effort to stand. "You're going to Darth Vader tomorrow, he'll teach you respect, and you'll soon obey every word of the Empire. You're dismissed until tomorrow."

I don't even try to bow, fearing what would happen if I did. "Yes Master." I then slowly limp back to the slave quarters. One of my legs so badly injured that it can't hold my weight.

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Grand Moff Tarkin's office: Five minutes later

~General POV~

"Is she good?" Tarkin asks the storm trooper.

"She is one of the best flyers I've ever seen, for the lack of training that she has sir," the storm trooper answers.

"Try to find out who's been training her, I want him sent here immediately for an example to the other slaves. It's probably that Mon Calamari, so suspect him first." He says.

After the storm trooper leaves, Tarkin smiles coldly to himself, "well, Slave Meghan shows talent in something that can be useful. I should tell Lord Vader immediately, including the fact that he needs to work with one of my slaves."

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Slave Quarters: Five minutes later

~Aslan's POV~

I pace worriedly.

I'm worried about Meghan.

One of the other slaves sent me a frantic message that Meghan has been caught on the simulators.

It's my entire fault.

If I didn't teach her to fly then she wouldn't be in this mess.

She comes limping in, and I rush over to her, with Arianna doing the same thing.

"Tarkin's sending me to Lord Vader's forever tomorrow," she says before her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she passes out. Arianna catches her before she hits the ground, rumbling with what sounds like worry.

I turn to her; "we need to get her out of here tonight."

TBC.

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A/N: Next chapter, the struggle for freedom begins, that's all I'm going to tell you. So until then, please read and review.