Approximately 16 hours later (Sabine's P.O.V.)

The room that I woke up in was not the room that I expected. It wasn't the colorful walls of the bedroom decorated with my colorful memories and inspirations. For one it was too bright, to white, and all in all to clean.

Grunting, I sat up in the bed I was in and placed my hands on either side of my body trying to sort through my memories and make sense as to what has happened. Then like a lake finally breaking free of the dam that had held it in place the memories came flowing back to me. The look on Hera's face as her features, full of panic, were illuminated by the light of the blaster bolt that brought her down. My own reckless behavior as I ran towards her, not paying any attention to my surroundings. The voices of Ezra and Kanan yelling at me, pleading with me to stay back, not to be so rash with my moves. And finally the face of Ezra as he said the word that echoed round and round in my head taking different forms, said in different voices. Run.

Finally gaining my bearings as my senses fully reacted to the setting that they were in I was hit with a strong wave a pain landing me short of breath and lying down on the pillows once again. "Sabine", I heard a voice say from the side of me. Jerking my head to the side to see who it was I was almost surprised to see the grim face of commander Sato looking back at me, an unreadable expression shading his eyes. "Commander", I said my voice shaking as I prepare myself for the answer to the question that I was about to ask, "Where is Hera, what happened to her, she's okay right, she is isn't she?" "I'm sorry Sabine", his voice thick with his Mykapian accent, "Hera, she didn't make it out.", His face turned down as if just for a second he was going to show an emotion other than one of his normal three emotions, but just like that, it was gone, as quick as it came.

My heart dropped to my stomach, my breaths began to become more hitched as I realized what his words actually meant. "We are not quite sure as to if Hera has passed or not", the commander continues, "but after you were taken down we had to extract your crew. You were the closest one to reach, we couldn't get to Hera in time. I am very sorry Sabine.", and with that he stood up slowly from his chair and turning to me he gave me a more apologetic nod as he exited the room.

"Ahhrehaz", I screamed standing up from the bed ripping the cover off of myself ignoring the pain that emerged from my abdomen. "Noooo.", I cried to no one in particular. Clutching my hands to my head I felt my knees go weak as I collapsed to the floor. It was over. It was all over. That was all I could do as I felt my entire world come crashing around me. Hera was gone and it was all my fault.

Across the galaxy on an unknown Imperial base (Hera's P.O.V.)

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light of the room. From the sounds of the room I could tell that I was in some form of Med Bay, but based off of the advanced whirring that actually made the noise it was not hard to figure out that the Med Bay was not one that belongs to any Rebel group.

I tried to sit up only realizing that I couldn't. Not that I was bound to the bed or any other form of means to restrain me. The reason was because I could not physically move. Anything below my neck was absolutely numb, nothing could work. Letting out a noise of frustration to predicament almost caused my eyes to swell with tears. Unfortunately my sounds of a miniature fit alerted the med droid who had been stationed near my bed to "guard" me. "Miss Syndulla", it spoke in an almost condescending tone, "I wouldn't try moving. Your central nervous system had been severed. Attempting to move will only result in failure and disappointment", it continued.

I felt my heart skip a few beats as my brain fully processed the words that the droid spoke. How would I lead my crew if I was paralyzed. From this position I couldn't even fly, hell I can't even hold my own head up what use could I ever be again. Just as my thoughts were about to completely consume me I was interrupted by a voice that I had only heard one other time.

"Don't worry Captain Syndulla, the Empire doesn't intend to keep you in such a pitiful stage of paralysis.", said the voice of the Chiss Admiral as he positioned himself over my bed, allowing me to do nothing more than stare up into his blood red eyes. "You see", said Thrawn continuing, "You are of far too much value to us to keep you in such a vulnerable state of presence. Besides our methods of extracting information from you will actually require you to be able to feel." Then moving away from me and out of my line of vision he spoke to the droid in a rushed and curt tone, "Prepare her for an operation, if she dies i'll leave your parts in three separate systems."

I started to feel panicked for I had no idea what to make of the operation that the Admiral spoke of. Just as my fears were coming to consume my mind the droid injected me with a syringe causing my mind to return to a place of darkness and uncertainty.

A/N

I am very sorry for the first couple of chapters being so unbelievably slow but I assure you that it will pick up eventually. I intend for this story to be rather long, getting up into the upper thirties in chapters. I regret to say this but Hera being my favorite character automatically makes her the victim of this story. This story in the next couple of chapters will have multiple triggers such as depression, cutting, rape, and torture. I guarantee you that these themes will NOT be explicit I don't feel that that is necessary for the mood of the story. The next couple of chapters will be rather lengthy and they will incorporate a lot of information that will come up again later in the story, so be prepared.