A young girl has fallen into the hands of the Dark Side, and Anakin has begun his descent. It's up to Obi-Wan to bring them both back, but time is of the essence. Does he have enough?
Hi. Okay. That was the summary. Now let's see how the story goes. I'm not sure about exactly what I want to do, and I'm not sure if you'll like the first chapter. But PLEASE R&R!
Chapter One
Yes, Master
Carissa Hando fell to the floor, the result of another punch landing on her already bruised and perhaps broken jaw. "I can stop this," a voice came from above her. Carissa coughed up blood and rolled onto her side. She could see the bottom of a black robe. She placed a hand on the ground and pushed herself partially up and looked up at the figure above her, defiance evident in her pain-filled but gleaming eyes.
"I will never bow to you," Carissa replied courageously. She had pushed herself halfway up and was trying to get to her knees. Suddenly, she was kicked in the stomach; and she fell back to the ground, trying very hard to keep herself from moaning or crying out in pain.
She waited for the next kick, but it never came. Instead, she was lifted gently and taken to a room. She was gingerly laid on a bed, and she immediately tried to get away. She knew that she was only hurting herself further, but she couldn't risk being in Imperial hands for much longer.
A hand held her down, and she struggled against it, panic threatening to overwhelm her. Her chance of escape was so close and yet so far. She could almost touch it, but there was no way she would ever reach it. Suddenly, a strange gas filled the room. That made Sam struggle even harder. However, she could not hold out against the gas any longer, even with the Force. She just did not have the strength. The last thing she did and saw was look up at the face of the person restraining her, and she saw he was wearing a gas mask. Then, she succumbed to the black darkness that was beckoning to her.
When Carissa awoke, she was fully clothed with clean clothes, which did not have any holes or tears in them. She was clean, and her hair was brushed. Carissa became very confused. Why would her captor have wanted her to be cleaned if he was only going to hurt her and make her dirty again? That thought lifted Carissa's spirits more than anything she had thought since she had been captured. It meant that he wasn't going to hurt her again! He might even let her go!
Carissa did not have much time to dwell on any thoughts, because at that moment, the door opened. Two stormtroopers moved to stand in front of her as she stood up, the white gown that she had been dressed in flowing around her. "The Emperor requests your presence," one of the stormtroopers said.
"Tell him that I refuse to speak to him," Carissa replied.
"He gives you his word that you will not be harmed," the stormtrooper told the girl.
"His word is about as good as a Wookie's," Carissa replied. She tried to keep from laughing. It was obvious she was annoying the stormtroopers. They had probably been given orders to bring her without hurting her.
"He says that if you do not appear before him, he will continue using his hunter's methods to make you appear," the stormtrooper said. That did it. Carissa knew when she had worn her welcome thin. She was not afraid of him, but she would rather have avoided being beaten again. She would be able to keep a clear mind and perhaps escape. She was tired of being around Imperials all the time, and she wanted very much to get a social life again.
The stormtroopers escorted Carissa to the throne room of wherever she was. "Ah, I'm glad you decided to come," a voice came from the chair on an elevated platform in the center of the room.
"I don't think you have given me much of a choice, for I surely would have chosen not to come had I been allowed," Carissa replied with contempt.
"You had a choice," the voice replied, "and you chose the right one."
"I would much like to keep an open and clear mind," Carissa said.
"To plan an escape," the voice sneered. "Let me tell you something, girl. You will never escape from me, and in time, you will call me 'Master'."
"I would just as soon go back to being in the hands of your bounty hunters," Carissa replied defiantly.
"If you would like, I can arrange that!" the voice yelled. There was silence. Finally, the voice continued. "Girl, there are many things about this world that you don't understand. I can help you understand them. In return, all I want is to train you. I know your powers. I have your powers." Carissa was dumbstruck. How had he known about her being Force-sensitive? The figure seemed to know that, for he smiled and continued, walking closer and closer to Carissa until he was right in front of her. "I can feel you. I know. You can do your best to hide it or shield it, but I can still feel it. I am very experienced, and I can help you be the same. I can train you. I, Lord Darth Sidious, will become your new Master. When I pass on, you can take the reins from me and do as I have done. You will become a ruler."
Carissa had no idea what was going on. She couldn't resist. She had to take this man's offer. It did sound pretty intriguing anyway. "Yes, Master."
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