A/N Hi guys sorry this took a long time to do but I think that this chapter is rather interesting and well I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3
I'm running down the cold, white corridor that the troopers took me down to get to my cell. I can see someone running in front of me, it seems like I'm chasing them or following them as we run down the corridor. However, even though I'm following or chasing them we are both being extremely quiet, all you can hear are my heavy pants and the hum of the ship.
I try to observe the person running away from me, which is no small feat when you are running for your life. From the looks of it they are either a man or a very tall muscular woman. That is all I can assess about them as they have cape covering their body and a hood and mask disguising their face.
"Come on we're nearly there." A mechanical voice cuts though the silence. I stop when I hear what sounds like a machine breathing.
The scene then shifts and suddenly I'm falling, a scream tearing from my throat.
As my eyes open, I sit up too fast, giving myself a huge head rush. Groaning I shuffle back so I can rest my head against the wall.
The memories from yesterday come rushing back, causing me to groan again. This is just what I need to be able to convince Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen to let me leave this shit hole.
I look over to my cellmate feeling envious she is still fast asleep. I wish I could just fall into a dream like state so I don't have to think about being here. The sound of the doors to our cell whishing open makes me jump. I look up to see a man carrying a tray.
"Breakfast." He announces as he dumps the tray down in front of me and then looks over to the girl in the corner. He tries nudging her with his foot but that doesn't work so he full out kicks her! Who the hell does that? It does work however as she sits up straight away cradling her abdomen. The officer then says the same to her, dumps the food down in front of her, and leaves.
I look over at her she looks confused for a moment but then starts wolfing down her food. I watch her for a moment, she's eating like she's never had a good meal and judging by the fact you can see every one of her ribs I would say that that's probably a fair assumption. She's a twi'lek with very light blue skin, everything about her looks like a typical slave.
I stop watching her though when she starts glaring at me and growling. I look down at my own food with disgust. It's a sloppy mess, I'm not even sure what it is but it looks disgusting and then accompanying it is a glass of blue milk that smells off.
I try a few bites and then take a sip of the milk before looking back up at my cellmate. She has finished off her food and is staring at mine longingly. I sigh slightly relieved to have a reason not to eat it.
"Would you like it?" She looks up from ogling my food and glowers at me.
"Do I look like a charity case?" She snarls at me.
"I didn't mean-" She interrupts me.
"Just shut up and stick to yourself, human." She sneers.
I sit back and carry on trying to force myself to eat the food, not knowing when we'll be next fed. I can still feel her gazing at my food. Half way through I give up on trying to digest the sorry excuse for food. Although, that means I have nothing to do but stare at the wall, hoping that Uncle Owen or Aunt Beru will come to get me. Right now I will take any punishment that they will give me, if that means that I'm gone from this place.
The door finally slides open again and an officer and two storm troopers come marching into the room.
"Take the human, the others can get the twi'lek later" he demands and the storm troopers hurry to follow out his order grabbing me under my arms and dragging me to my feet.
"Hey what's going on?" I ask freaking out slightly.
"Take her too integration room four, the inquisitor is waiting" he orders them ignoring me completely. They cuff me and then heave me down the same immaculate, white corridor.
I start to struggle with the snake like grip they have me in. Wait, what's that? I feel something pressing up against my back. I twist back to see what it is and realise it's a blaster pressed against my back. I try not to freak out knowing that it will get me nowhere but it doesn't stop the fear from building up inside of me. What have I got myself into?
We walk down the corridor for who knows who long and I use the opportunity to take in my surroundings. One thing that sticks out for me is the overpowering smell of bleach and what I can only describe as a clean smell. This sort of smell is not something that I am accustomed to on Tatooine. We could never really afford bleach at the homestead as there is no demand for it, not many people clean their homes on Tatooine.
The other thing I notice is that apart from the hum of the ship and clunking of boots on the floor, I don't hear anything. No noise is coming from any surrounding officers in fact we don't come across any other storm troopers, which I find very peculiar.
I am suddenly dragged to a standstill, I look up to see I'm in front of a door. This must be where my interrogation is going to take place. I immediately want to carry on walking down the corridor as the door slides open. The storm troopers clearly pick up on my hesitation so they shove me through the door.
I look around to see lots of little lights flashing around the room. Unlike the rest of the ship I had seen, it is dark and gloomy, so much so that it gave the illusion of the walls were closing in on me. Then I see, sitting in the middle of the room is a chair with restraints and all sorts of wires coming out of it. They shove me into the chair and secure me in way too tight so it hurts.
They leave me sitting there for a while. Long enough for my body to start aching from not being able to move and definitely long enough for the panic to take hold when the door slides open and in walks two people.
The first is a white, human, with brown hair slicked back underneath his officers hat and dull gray eyes, everything about him screams authority and superiority. The second person is very different, not what I was expecting.
He is taller than the first man and wider. He has an athletic build that shows he is no ordinary solider. He is dressed all in black with most of his body covered and so is most of his face. Just the top half of his face is uncovered to show his blue skin and his blood red eyes. He gives off a very alarming and intimidating presence; I know that the man in front of me is not someone to cross. What does surprise me is that from what I can see, he looks really young.
"Hello, how are we this fine day?" I tear my eyes from the brooding man to look back at the officer now talking to me.
"Yeah I'm doing good, would be doing better if you let me go though." I try to smile at him but it comes out as more of a grimace.
"Yes I understand your discomfort and we promise to let you go when you tell us everything you know about the rebel activity at your illegal races." He tells me, pacing the length of the room. "And well if you don't talk ,then that is what the inquisitor is here for."
My eyes widen I have heard of the inquisitors, they are like the Jedi old, apart from the fact that they are ruthless. I have heard people say that they wipe out entire towns because their bored.
"I promise that I know nothing about the rebels-" I stammer before I'm interrupted.
"Yes, I'm sure that you know nothing about the rebels and that you were just passing through that illegal race, what on your way home from helping the orphans?" He says leaning over to talk in my face.
"No, I was there and I was going to race. I need the money," I tell him honestly which causes a smile to cross his face.
"So, the rebels are paying for your silence, how much?" He asks.
"There're not paying me, I swear, I know nothing!" I insist, trying not to get hysterical.
"If you will tell us what we want to know then we can pay you as well, far more than your little rebel alliance can ever pay," he tells me looking smug.
"Look I would love to help you, trust me I do need the money, but I know nothing. So please let me go?" I beg him.
"Oh I'm sure that's true but first let's hear what the inquisitor has to say?" He turns to look at the inquisitor.
The inquisitor is leaning up against the wall, he's hardly moved since he entered the room. I feel a probing feeling in my head and my gut tells me to let down my imaginary shield. He stares intently at me for a moment and then he speaks.
"She knows nothing, we are wasting our time with her," he says before turning abruptly and leaving the room. Everyone left in the room stares after him apart from the officer, who looks indifferent.
"Well he does know how to make an exit," he says and the room laughs nervously. "Make her talk, I want to know her every little secret." It was now his turn to storm out the room.
The next thing I know there is a sharp prick in my arm and then excruciating pain running through my body. I can't stop the scream that erupts from my mouth, my whole body is screaming.
A/N I hope you guys like it, let me know reviews are welcome.