Author's Note: Whew, sooner up than I expected.Sort of filler, but that's okay, because it's necessary.
And this is comepletely irrelevant, but I'm just now getting rehooked into Diablo II, and I managed (yes, dorky me) to associate all the Diablo II characters with Star Wars characters. Assassin: Mara Jade, for obvious reasons. Sorceress (my personal favorite): Leia. Only because she's kick-ass, and she has magic and Leia has Force-sense. Druid: Han. Okay, druid has magic, but I couldn't make Han the big ugly barbarian! Barbarian:Boba Fett. Sorry to all you Boba fans out there, but if you'd notice, Boba has Wookiee scalps attached to his belt and that's sorta barbaric.Amazon: Padmé. Beause she's kick-ass but no Force-sense. Paladin: Luke, for obvious reasons. Necromancer: Palpatine, because he's old and ugly and uses Dark Magic. And in Episode III Palpatine promises to save Padmé from death, which is necromancer-ish.

Dovasary: Dead? Would I be that evil? xD The scrambler... well, that's really my head. I take a word - any word - make it backwards, add letters, replace letters, take out letters, switch letters- and hey, that's how you get a name. xD
Kal's Gal: And I'm goin'...
pip: Cool:D I love it when people get hooked. - subtly points at Dova - xDD Just kidding.

CHAPTER TWELVE

All I can say is that unconciousness is bliss. Everything's still black, but I had awoken to an incessent pricking on my already aching back. Aching, as in stinging and burning. I try to move, but my wrists and ankles are held in binders, and any movement that involves my spinal cord, seemingly, causes extreme and utter pain.

"Why the hell are we wasting all this money repairin' her? I say throw the damn princess in a cell with the rest of 'em."

"Do we have to go over this again? First off, no one's gonna wanta buy a faulty slave, second, this girl here is Syrmé Carr, 'ccordin' to the records. She's missin', yeh know that? 'magine the reward when Master finds we've helped 'im git 'mmunity from slave laws the R'public set up. Broken girl equals no immunity."

"Who the hell is Syrm Carr?"

"Syrmé, you idiot. Runaway of Princess Organa's. Don'tchoo ever watch the news?"

"Damn idjits."

"Whatever. Hand me that, will yeh?"

Unable to talk, although brimming in terror, I feel a new prick in my back, sending me through another wave of pain.

"Damn. Master's a hell of a shot, in'ee?" says Guy No. Two.

"Uh-huh. Turns out the girl shot his son - " Oh, gods, don't remind me of that. " - So he aimed right at 'er. Dunno if he meant to get 'er in between the bones and straight at the nerve column, but that sure did the trick, din'it?"

"Mm. Guy next to her was doin' more damage, intil she went down. Reckon 'e's 'er dad?"

"Klin, how many times do I gottah tell yeh? This is Syrmé Carr. That other guy is prolly 'er kidnapper."

"Oh. Yeh. Prolly."

Silence again, other than the clink of tools and the hard breathing of the men above me.

If I was able to, I probably would have started to hyperventilate a long, long time ago.

These men know who I am. No doubt they hacked into my medical records, or saw my picture on the holonews - even if I most likely do look a little worse for wear.

Oh, damn, damn, damn, I'm going to be sent back home and probably locked in my chained and barred room for the rest of my life, and I'll abandon Tyl just like his wife did and leave him alone and he'll find out that I've been lying to him this whole time -

Well, it's not like I can invite him over for Independence Dinner, anyway. Even if he does make a mean Alderaanian stew that my mom would love.

Because my mom would be cooking and not want him to bring anything over, but knowing him he'd do it anyways and then mom would be insulted and throw him out of the house and he'd be forever doomed -

Maybe these painkiller drugs are doing something to me. Even if they aren't working for the pain very well. Or maybe I was in so much pain before that any more dosage on me would be fatal.

What the hell, I'd prefer that. Damn things made me blind, anyway. Immunity that, you krething idiots.

Before I know it, I'm transported through somewhere and placed... somewhere else. It's colder in here, and my back still stings like hell. The floor under me seems to be durasteel, but I can't be quite certain, I'm still doped up on spice. There is something remotely... fuzzy next to me, and something remotely... not fuzzy on my other side.

"You're here." says a voice on my not-fuzzy side.

"I..." I was at a loss for words. Literally, I couldn't think of any more Basic words. Due to the painkillers, I suppose. "I can't see." A feel a slight pressure at the side of my neck, and a touch on my hands, as if checking for signs.

"Unige. Common painkiller spice. Your eyesight will return soon."

"...Where am I?"

"Amo Mot'n's barge. Slave trader, like I guessed." said the voice, sourly.

"...Who are you?"

'Someone who loves you.' said a young, familiar voice inside my head. I couldn't place it. What the hell...?

"It's Tyl, you idiot, who else would it be?"

I refrained from saying 'someone who loves me', because that didn't seem to fit, and if people were talking inside my head I certainly didn't want Tyl to know that.

"Dunno. They were talking and they weren't you."

"What?"

"Klin and his friend."

"...Who?"

"They know who I am. You have to help me, Tyl. They're going to turn me in. And you. You kidnapped me. That's what they say."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Klin and guy number one!" I say, completely exasperated. Doesn't he get it?

"Sure. Okay, too much spice for you today..."

"No! I'm serious. Klin doesn't watch news. They know who I am! We have to get out of here!"

"Calm down, Mtyle, no one's out to get you..."

"That's what you think. Not Mytle! Not Mytle!"

"Never knew Unige had these side effects. Huh. You're not ever pronouncing your own name right."

"No! Not my name. Not Mytle. They know."

"Good gods, rest, fall asleep, you'll hopefully snap outta this, you're gonna need it..."

I mutter some senseless comback, but take his advice, and calm down.

He'll know what I'm talking about tomorrow, I'll explain it more thorou...

I awake, and, frankly, I have no idea whether it was night or day (because I still can't see), but it doesn't seem to matter. My back is still hurting like hell. Except the pain is dull and throbbing, and next to stinging and burning, I would say that that was an achievement. It's all stiff-like, and I feel underneath my dirty flight suit that they had wrapped the area with a stiff bandage (which is, of course, the cause of the stiffness).

A moan must have escaped my lips, because I there is a rustle next to me, and Tyl started speaking.

"You alright?"

Yeah, when you get past my dully aching back and now throbbing headache I'm in perfect health.

"Mm."

"Has the spice worn down?"

"Mm?"

"Dunno. You were babblin' on about something yesterday. D'you remember?"

"Mm-mm."

Was I? Honestly, I have no idea what he's talking about. Oh gods, no, did I give up my identity?

"Whatever. We'll talk later, 'kay? Find a way to get outta here. I sure as hell am not gonna become a slave again."

"Slv?" I mutter.

"Yeah, right. You prol'ly don't remember. We're on a slave barge, as well as most of the Ewoks. The ones that didn't get killed in the attack, anyways."

Oh no. The Ewoks.

"Get some more sleep. I'll wait 'til you're fully awake before we can come up with an escape plan." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

That's the last I hear, and I drift into sleep again.

"Come on little princess," says a nasty voice, followed by a hiss as a door opens. "We're going to contact mommy now."

My head shoots up, sends a shoot of pain throughout my spine, and I lay it back down again. I had caught a glimpse of a gross, dirty man in a remarkably clean green uniform.

Well, at least I could see again.