She woke up to darkness, her hands were cuffed together; force inhibitors,
and she realised. She reached up with her bound hands and pushed the
blindfold off, she was in a cell of some kind. How did I get here? She
wondered. Then it all came flooding back to her; the dart in her shoulder,
she remembered reaching for it and then blackness. She moved her hands to
her belt, but belt was no longer there, her stomach growled, but with her
belt gone she no longer had the food capsules. The door crashed open,
rough hands grabbed her.
"The master wants to see you." A man said. They dragged her down corridors and into a room, they deposited her in a chair by a desk. The person in the chair opposite her turned to face her and she had a hard time suppressing her surprise. Her old master sat across from her, smiling he pushed a cup of water towards her. She refused to touch it.
"You have been unconscious for three days, during which you have had no sustenance. Water is a good place to start." He said. Watching him closely, she reached to take the canteen in her hands and sipped slowly from it, when she was finished she put it back on the desk.
"What do you want with me?" She asked. He smirked at her.
"You were once my padawan in light, now I want to you to be my apprentice in dark." He said. For a moment she just stared at him, thinking at first that this was a joke.
"Yes, I am serious. Join with me and feel the power that I have." He continued. She had always had a sarcastic sense of humour.
"Hmmm.Turn to the darkside, get loads of power, enjoy killing people. Betray the Jedi, my master and myself." She paused as if seriously weighing this over. Then she looked him in the eye.
"I'm sorry, as tempting as your offer isn't I'm going to have to decline." He hissed and the laughed at that. He gestured to the two henchmen who stood behind her.
"You know what to do. You are going to regret it if you do not do as I ask you to." He snapped.
"But your not asking me you?" She said sweetly, as they dragged her back out of the room and into another. They hung her from a pole that descended from the ceiling and she watched them as one opened up a box and pulled out a length of cord with what looked like a wooden handle on it; she did not need to ask them what it was for. She tried to keep herself calm; but feeling bereft of the force and the bond that she shared with her master, she had not real chance, and after a few lashings she started screaming.
She had been brought back to the cell now she lay on the floor, her back aching too much to sleep or even move to make herself more comfortable. Eventually she drifted off into a restless sleep, only to be rudely awakened by a kick to the ribs some time later, how long she had been asleep she didn't know.
"Get up!" A harsh voice yelled in her ear. She slowly and painfully stood up, her tunic had been ripped to shreds by the whipping and she folded her arms across her chest. She was once more dragged unceremoniously to see her old master again.
"Have you had a change of heart yet?" He asked her. She glared at him.
"There's this problem see, my master he told me that once I was sixteen he'd stop grounding me, if I turn to the darkside then I'd probably be forcing him to break that promise and I don't want to do that." She said sarcastically. He sighed; somewhat regretfully and then nodded to the man, who had brought her in, he pulled her back to the same room. After they hung her from the same pole and connected wires all over her body, a moment later she felt electricity course through her body, her back arched as she screamed in agony. She didn't know how long it went on for, after a few hours they brought her back to the cell, her body now covered in burns she could not find a position that was not painful. The next time she spoke to her old master, he came to her cell.
"You would not reconsider my offer?" He asked.
"No." she said painfully.
"You could very well die." He said.
"At least I'll die a Jedi." She said.
"If that is what you want then it can be arranged." He nodded to some men and the hauled her from the cell. This time he came with them and when they hung her from the pole again, he stepped in close to her.
"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me." He said. One of he men came forward with a acetiline torch and the other poured some kind of liquid that made the whip wounds on her back burn, then he picked up a sautering iron. It didn't take her long to start screaming as they went to work on her. She felt a sharp pain in her chest.
"That was your sternum that I just shattered. It can be very painful if you breathe to deeply." Her old master said.
She lost consciousness less than an hour later, when she came to they were still there, only this time there were many more men in the room. Her old master came forward again; there was a smirk on his face.
"While you were unconscious, we put a little bacta on one of your burns. This bacta is part of a lot that should have been recalled, as it is defective. Whenever it is used on anyone it will render them allergic to any type of bacta treatment." He turned to smile at the men in the room.
"I know I promised that you could all have some fun, so here she is. When you're done with her, drop her off outside the medical centre." He faced her once more and he took a knife off his belt, he deliberately put the note against her palm then stabbed the knife through it.
"I'm so sorry that we couldn't come to some kind of arrangement, me dear. But I want you to remember this for a long time, so having you die would be pointless. Have some fun, gentlemen." He turned and left the room. The men came towards her and had their 'fun'.
"The master wants to see you." A man said. They dragged her down corridors and into a room, they deposited her in a chair by a desk. The person in the chair opposite her turned to face her and she had a hard time suppressing her surprise. Her old master sat across from her, smiling he pushed a cup of water towards her. She refused to touch it.
"You have been unconscious for three days, during which you have had no sustenance. Water is a good place to start." He said. Watching him closely, she reached to take the canteen in her hands and sipped slowly from it, when she was finished she put it back on the desk.
"What do you want with me?" She asked. He smirked at her.
"You were once my padawan in light, now I want to you to be my apprentice in dark." He said. For a moment she just stared at him, thinking at first that this was a joke.
"Yes, I am serious. Join with me and feel the power that I have." He continued. She had always had a sarcastic sense of humour.
"Hmmm.Turn to the darkside, get loads of power, enjoy killing people. Betray the Jedi, my master and myself." She paused as if seriously weighing this over. Then she looked him in the eye.
"I'm sorry, as tempting as your offer isn't I'm going to have to decline." He hissed and the laughed at that. He gestured to the two henchmen who stood behind her.
"You know what to do. You are going to regret it if you do not do as I ask you to." He snapped.
"But your not asking me you?" She said sweetly, as they dragged her back out of the room and into another. They hung her from a pole that descended from the ceiling and she watched them as one opened up a box and pulled out a length of cord with what looked like a wooden handle on it; she did not need to ask them what it was for. She tried to keep herself calm; but feeling bereft of the force and the bond that she shared with her master, she had not real chance, and after a few lashings she started screaming.
She had been brought back to the cell now she lay on the floor, her back aching too much to sleep or even move to make herself more comfortable. Eventually she drifted off into a restless sleep, only to be rudely awakened by a kick to the ribs some time later, how long she had been asleep she didn't know.
"Get up!" A harsh voice yelled in her ear. She slowly and painfully stood up, her tunic had been ripped to shreds by the whipping and she folded her arms across her chest. She was once more dragged unceremoniously to see her old master again.
"Have you had a change of heart yet?" He asked her. She glared at him.
"There's this problem see, my master he told me that once I was sixteen he'd stop grounding me, if I turn to the darkside then I'd probably be forcing him to break that promise and I don't want to do that." She said sarcastically. He sighed; somewhat regretfully and then nodded to the man, who had brought her in, he pulled her back to the same room. After they hung her from the same pole and connected wires all over her body, a moment later she felt electricity course through her body, her back arched as she screamed in agony. She didn't know how long it went on for, after a few hours they brought her back to the cell, her body now covered in burns she could not find a position that was not painful. The next time she spoke to her old master, he came to her cell.
"You would not reconsider my offer?" He asked.
"No." she said painfully.
"You could very well die." He said.
"At least I'll die a Jedi." She said.
"If that is what you want then it can be arranged." He nodded to some men and the hauled her from the cell. This time he came with them and when they hung her from the pole again, he stepped in close to her.
"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me." He said. One of he men came forward with a acetiline torch and the other poured some kind of liquid that made the whip wounds on her back burn, then he picked up a sautering iron. It didn't take her long to start screaming as they went to work on her. She felt a sharp pain in her chest.
"That was your sternum that I just shattered. It can be very painful if you breathe to deeply." Her old master said.
She lost consciousness less than an hour later, when she came to they were still there, only this time there were many more men in the room. Her old master came forward again; there was a smirk on his face.
"While you were unconscious, we put a little bacta on one of your burns. This bacta is part of a lot that should have been recalled, as it is defective. Whenever it is used on anyone it will render them allergic to any type of bacta treatment." He turned to smile at the men in the room.
"I know I promised that you could all have some fun, so here she is. When you're done with her, drop her off outside the medical centre." He faced her once more and he took a knife off his belt, he deliberately put the note against her palm then stabbed the knife through it.
"I'm so sorry that we couldn't come to some kind of arrangement, me dear. But I want you to remember this for a long time, so having you die would be pointless. Have some fun, gentlemen." He turned and left the room. The men came towards her and had their 'fun'.