1486 POV

Imperial Star Destroyer Galactic

I woke up in a panic. Cold and afraid, a medical droid was trying his best to calm me down. I rushed to get up from my bed, but the metal restraints around my wrists and ankles were preventing me from doing so. My breathing was rappid, my eyes darted all over the room, where am I, have I been captured by rebels or protestors? I try to reach into the pocket of my black pants for something that could help get me out of theses restraints, I sadly fn nothing after a few moments of searching. I lay my bare skin back onto the cold examination table and wait for something to happen, that's really all I can do. It must have been an hour before the doors to my room slid open and Agent Kallus along with Admiral Devol neither of them looked happy. "Admiral, what's going on, where am I?"

"You're in a recovery room on Kamino Commander." The Admiral explained

"Kamino?" I repeat, thinking this over carefully. Kamino is my home, it's where I was born, trained to be what I am now or is it who? "Why am I here?" Both Kallus and the Admiral look to each other, I shiver when Kallus turns to me.

"You don't remember what you did do you Commander?" Kallus asked me as he looked over my medical charts.

"No sir. Did I do something wrong?" I truly had no idea what I had done, that probably explained why my head was spinning.

"You disobeyed an order given by me on Beltron. Does that sound familiar Commander?"

I shake my head. "No sir, I'm a loyal Soldier to the Empire. I would never disobey a direct order given by you or any other Commanding Officer. I know my responsibilities sir."

"Good." Kallus grins. 'Is your head still hurting Commander?" I nod my head to Kallus and his question. My stomach tightens when he whispers something to the Admiral then turns to me. "We were afraid something like this might happen."

"Wh…..what might happen?" I ask slightly shaking.

"The Cloners warned us of what could happen if we stretched Clone DNA too far and replaced most of your consciousness with programming."

"I'm afraid I don't understand Sir."

"Commander, you're experiencing what we are now calling rampant."

"Rampant?" I ask nervously, my eyes widening

"The Cloners told us that when we created the CST project, that new models could experience….complications."

"What kind of complications?

"Mental deterioration." The Admiral replies. I froze, laying completely still, staring at the white bright ceiling above. I couldn't believe this, mental deterioration?

"What's going to happen to me now?"

Kallus sighs than stands at attention. "We have a treatment that can help with your condition. I'll admit that it's extreme and it won't be pleasant, but it should help."

"What is it?"

"Reprogramming. Your mind will be wiped clean of the event and the moment you were rampant and repurpose your mind, restoring you to the obedient solider we know that you are."

"I'll forget everything?"

"Like I said it would be extreme, but it will work. You will still remember basic information, where and when you were born, your training, rank, squadron, number, everything else will be gone."

I take my time before I choose to speak again. "And this will prevent me from going rampant again?"

"Possible yes….I understand that this must be a difficult decision for you. You can take your time to-"

"No." I say interrupting Kallus. "I want to be obedient, I want to be a good soldier again. Please it's all I know."

"86 are you sure?" Devol asks gripping my arm.

"Yes Admiral, I'm positive."

"Alright then let's get started." Kallus grins. My table is titled flat, I take a deep breath as the medical droid places a small metal disk on the right and left side of my head, the disks were cold and made me nervous. However I stay calm once I hear the devises powering up. "We appreciate your loyalty 86. When you wake up you'll feel renewed and free of this horrible defect, you'll be the soldier we need you to be again."

I close my eyes and let my mind fade, let my memory, my past melt away until it's completely forgotten.

Zygeria

Shashanas POV

"How dare you!" The Queen shots striking my face. I tumble back to the ground dropping the flower vase I was carrying which shatters on impact with the floor. "You know that I am allergic to Zellere flowers.

"I'm….I'm sorry my Lady." I stutter picking up the pieces of broken glass.

"You should be more than sorry!" The Queen snapped. "You should beg for forgiveness, beg for your like for disappointing me!" An electric sting rushes through my neck when the Queen activated my shock collar, I fall to my weak knees, and tears were filling my light purple eyes. "Beg you stupid girl!"

"I am sorry, please spare my life."

"Spare my life your Highness." She screams. This time physically hitting me, I put my hands over my face to shield myself from her painful strikes.

"Please spare my life, your Highness." I beg feeling her claws cut my arms which stops after that and I find myself able to breathe again.

"You pathetic child." She snickers striking the edge of her heel into my mouth. Tears pierce my eyes again, blood fills my mouth and I can instantly feel my lip beginning to swell. "The auction tonight is important income for enterprise. If my gown is not perfect by the time I get back I will make you sorry." She threatens hitting me upside my head.

"Yes my Lady." I sigh once I heard the doors to her room shut once she leaves. I wipe blood from my mouth using the clear sleeve of my dress. I get back up trying hard to stop my small boney legs from shaking as I pick up the remaining glass then properly dispose of it. I lean weakly against the wall as I look at my reflection in Queens golden mirror, I can't recognize myself anymore. I wore a purple top with one low strap around my right arm and no torso, the sash o wore of the same color was tied around my waist, gold braces where clipped around my arms and wrists, gold earrings with long pink feathers, a multitude of rings covered my small hurting fingers, a purple chocker with a stunning gold gem was tied around my neck, a gold triangle was pierced onto my nose which connected to an ear clip the chain hung low to my knees. My hair was messy, I fiddled with one of the rows of beads that filled my white strains. I looked trashy which when I was back on Dothamir was never the case.

I don't want to be here anymore, I want to go back home to my sisters, there were many times that I have thought of escaping and getting off world. But where would I go, what would I do, how could I feed myself? There are so many unknown variable that I needed to take into consideration and the biggest would be the fact that I'm a runaway slave that of course would be difficult to explain to anyone I meet. I would constantly be looking over my shoulder and if I was found I would just be dragged right back here and whipped or worse, I could be killed. I only knew that I couldn't take all of this torture and abuse any longer. My trembling hands bring out the dress that the Queen wanted for the auction tonight, it was long, made completely of gold. Sometimes when I was unsupervised in the Queens room I would go through her clothes and imagine what I would look like if I wore them, in some thoughts I looked amazing, almost royal myself. But in this sad reality I'm a slave not a princess or a queen, why can the world sometimes be so simple and yet so complicated? I rub the brand mark on the back of my right shoulder; it was the royal seal that the king and queen had burned into me when they bought me 13 weeks ago. Sometime I will wonder if I'll ever be free again. I walk out onto the balcony and stare down to the busy streets below….it would be so easy, to just jump off and end my suffering entirely, to be free…..completely free, I knew that suicide was not the answer to gain my freedom, but at this moment jumping may be necessary.

I search my surrounding to make sure that no one is watching, once it's clear I then climb up onto the stone railing and place my hands around my mouth, speaking in my convents ancient text. "Kasre navel relsjrniiiew." I whisper then repeat the spell again and watch as the greenery below begin to wind and twist together forming the shape of a slide. This is a part of me that I have kept secret from the Royals , my magical capabilities are rusty from not being in use for so long. I muster my courage and move my body down the slide, once to the ground again I run around a corner before two royal guards can spot me, I exhale in relief that I wasn't seen, but I would have to hurry if I wanted to et to the transport center before sundown.

Being a Nightsister gives me the advantage of stealth. I moved quickly and without a sound running past the guards, taking my time but keeping quick pace realizing that once the Queen knew that I was gone a search unit would be after me. I must have jinxed that thought when I thought it because an alarm was immediately sounded at that very moment, my escape attempt had been discovered, I run out into the open where two guards spot me.

"That's her! Set for stun!" One of them shouts to the other.

""Bellock" I say aloud casting another of my spells to form an energy shield that protected me from the guards weapons, already I could feel my energy draining and I felt weak. I needed to get out of here then I could rest all I wanted, come on Shashana. I pushed the field back into the guards; they hit the ground after being thrown back 15 feet. I race as fast as my weak legs allowed down the stairs into the courtyard, I continue to stay out of sight wanting to prevent anymore confrontations with the palace security, they never saw me coming or going. I am not a fighter, if faced with the opportunity I avoid to entirely, but when the Empire invaded my home my options were very limited. My sisters and I had no choice but to fight back, thinking of my home and family made my heart ache, I was now so close to getting home, the gates to the palace were inches away from me, I can't turn back now.

I sprint to the gates and grab the metal rails. I scream when an electric charge stops me, I fall to the ground in pain clutching my neck. "You stupid witch!" The Queen cackles standing over me. Terror fills me when the Queen forcefully grabs me by my hair, I struggle to get away, but this only makes her pull even harder. "Take her into the square, bind her there then wait for me." She orders to her guards before throwing me to the dirty ground.

"Yes my Queen" The guards bow than drag me into town. Blood covers, my knees as they scrap and hit rocks and pieces of glass.

"Please let me go! Please!" I beg tears streaming down my face. They don't let me go, they only tighten their grips. Were they going to kill me? Where were they taking me?

(For anyone who's going to Motor City comic con on Friday May 15th, just know I will be there dressed as Techla from my Young Justice Next generation Series. So if you see a pink alien with white hair and purple tattoos wearing a black and gray uniform say hi I'd love to meet anyone who reads my work who's from my area)