Hoth: Jedi Detention Center

Day 1

It's no wonder there's never been a prisoner of the Jedi who'd raised a complaint before. This place is
more like the penthouse at the 'Ritz' than a jail cell.

Food on call. Padded bedding. Cold AND Hot water. Blankets. And it's relatively warm in here, yet a thick sheet of ice makes the outer walling.
Droids bring the food and tend to my every need. My every need except for the keys to get out of here.

Jedi walk past the cell once in awhile but they never look at me. It's like they're avoiding eye contact with me. Maybe they're all afraid of turning. That is; until a group of young kids, led by an older Jedi comes near the reinforced bars that hold me in here.

They look like students from an elementary classroom, "younglings" as the older Jedi calls them.
They all stare at me like I'm a painting in a museum.

"This is a Sith, Younglings." ,the Jedi teacher starts, "The sworn enemy of the Jedi order and the light side of the Force."
Give my light saber and my hand back and I'd show them how much of a sworn enemy I really am.

"He won't give us any information, voluntarily. What his name is. His home world, or his dark master. He's just too stubborn." The teacher chides me like a monkey in the zoo; a joke passed behind the gym after school.
The children giggle. They're giggling at my expense.

"Close your eyes. Use the Force to feel his dark energy, children." the teacher instructs.
I use this opportunity to feed them as much of the dark side as I can muster from inside my gut.. Perhaps I can turn one of them. Make one of them my apprentice.

All of the brats close their eyes. I can feel them penetrating me with their minds. I feel their
dirty little voices fill me. I sense their wishes and dreams, uncontrolled by lack of experience.
I hear them. The little fur ball kid wants peace in the galaxy, the little blue octopus-headed kid wants
a pet tauntaun, but his mom won't allow one in their chambers.
All useless information.

One of the little girls, a little humanoid blonde, wakes from her meditation and looks directly at me with her wide eyes.
"What!", I growl with my creepy voice. I lower my brow to push my anger.
"Earth!", her shyly cracking voice piercing the silence.
"Earth?", the teacher asks, "What do you mean?"
"He's from the planet Earth", the little girl answers.
"I've never heard of it". The teacher pulls up information on her wrist communicator.
With nothing reading on her comm, the teacher gathers the younglings and moves onto the next area of the compound. The little girl stares at me, unblinking, as she's dragged away by another student.

The hours after that feel like weeks. The solitude is driving me crazy, and bots just don't fill my need for bullying, nor do they understand dirty jokes about preachers and bars.

Suddenly, I feel it.
A presence I felt earlier this morning.
The little blonde girl, hiding in the corner.

"What do you want?", I ask her without even looking.
She comes out from hiding in the darkness.

Singled out, she looks like a farmer. Petite but built, with a pear shaped face. Her bobbed haircut accentuates her chubby cheeks. If I didn't know better, I'd say she knew her way around a pitchfork and horseshoes.Maybe it was more of a feeling, than her looks. The Force can make you mix them up, sometimes.
She looks around 8 years old. The same age I was when my master took me under his wing.

"You're from Earth." she says, her voice cracking.
"No shit, kid." Go ahead, let the FCC drag me away for using improper language with the minor. I don't care. At least I would be able to use mind control on the FCC.

She approaches the corner outside of my cell, holding the wall as a shield.

"My mother came from Earth". Her voice is soft and caring, like a little angel.
"Good for you, kid. You want a gold star?", I turn my back on her, thinking maybe she'll go away if I'm rude enough.
In truth, I'm glad she's here. This is the best conversation I've had in over 8 hours.

"I brought you something.", I sense her open hand offering me something. I don't turn to look.

She places the item on the floor just inside the bars of my cell and walks away. I feel her eyes staring through me as she leaves.

My curiosity gets the better of me after she's gone.
I pick the item up. It's wrapped in a red cloth.

Untying the cloth I find a handful of chicken feed. How could she? To remind me of those awful chickens! To remind me of Earth.
The farm...Mom.

I take the rag full of feed and sit at the far end of the cell. One by one, I throw the feed across the cell; the corn zaps to dust as it hits the forcefield reinforced bars.
My aim is much better, now.

I think about how much hate I feel for that child as I fall asleep and sink into a dream. I dream about being her age, about my first assignment I got from my old master...