Yeah. Alright, it may be shorter than most of the chapters have been so far, but I will explain more at the bottom...
The sith had been confused when I willingly stood up, and turned around, so they could arrest me. Well, I'm full of surprises today. Another sith joined us once they got me in a cell. He was much taller, and deadly looking than the first one. This newcomer had hair that formed into little spikes on his forehead, with the longest one pointing to the bridge of his nose. Yet his hair was a form of grey, that you had to really look to see. The first man, who's name I picked up as Mistan, had longer hair than the other man, and it was brown. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something about Mistan… I just couldn't figure out. After they searched me, totally ignoring my lightsaber, I looked around the white cell curiously, as they took the cuffs off. My eyes widened once I examined the bed.
"Is that for me?" I looked back at the two, motioning to the bed. The other sith just narrowed his eyes, but Mistan, slowly nodded. My face lit up and I ran to it, and jumped onto the bed. I bit my tongue as I landed, so I wouldn't wince. I slid down a little, making myself look like I was comfortable, as the slightest taste of blood filled my mouth. I stretched a little, and folded my arms behind my head, leaning back.
"I'm Likin' this place already." I smiled, closing my eyes. I could feel the cold hard stare on me, and I opened my eyes right as the other sith narrowed his eyes at me, holding up one of my comlinks.
"What?" I paused. "You can smash that for all I care." I smiled again, sighing. "I'm finally free of them." He narrowed his eyes even more, dropping the broken com into his pocket.
"I think I'll keep this." He mumbled. His voice was deep, but in a dark way. I sensed more hate from him than I could from Mistan and all the storm troopers the empire had to offer. I turned my head and closed my eyes.
"Okay. Your decision buddy." I yawned, and relaxed..
Nothing real interesting happened for a few days, but it felt longer since I had absolutely nothing to do but scream at bucketheads. I actually thought what might happen if I did. But nope. But slowly, I could tell they were starting to trust me. After days of boredom, I had time to make up any story I wanted. But really, I just added details. Mistan started coming to my cell regularly, which was when I told him my name was Ria Odan. He asked a lot about my past, and he was convinced of what I told him.
Every. Single. Word.
I eventually learned that the more hostile man, was named Mistan. Somehow, Mistan got us on the topic of lightsabers.
"I've only held one once. I almost got to around them, but He never let me." I lied smoothly, referring to Kanan harshly.
Give me long enough of a moment to think, it scares me how damned well I was basically second nature. Some moments I slightly hated Kanan for figuring out this before I did. But, it was the reason why I could do this better than anyone else. I noticed, as our conversation went on, that Mistan wasn't talking to me like a prisoner, I just shook it off, and decided to wait for what tomorrow brought.
The next day, I was happily staring at the ceiling when the door opened. I looked over to see a commander, I believe, walk in.
"Ah, so you're the young padawan I've been hearing about." He said.
It was either the way he talked. Or I just really needed to punch something. That or ram into something. Right now, I found that anything I would say would be lined with sarcasm. But he started it. It was Hi-I'm-A-Punch-able- High-Ranked-Person's fault. Damn it. Did I mention I really wanted to hit something?
"Didn't know I was famous." I commented, sliding my feet over the edge of the bed, letting them rest on the floor. He softly chuckled, then said something under his breath. I really hated when people did that.
"Are you here to mumble all your secrets or to get my autograph?" My smile had faded, as I started to get impatient. The man's expression turned serious.
"Come with me." I followed him out of the room. I didn't like the feeling that hung around my shoulders, but I still followed. He took me to a small meeting room. Tyranus's bitter stare was the first thing to greet me as I walked into the room.
"Nice to see you too." I smiled, then listened as someone explained why I was useful. That I would contact my previous group. Tyranus handed me the com that he kept, which didn't work. At all. I coughed, slightly clearing my throat, letting my hand reach to the back of my belt, and got the working one. I kept both in my hand, as I pressed the button.
Yes OK, it was short, but... there's only THREE CHAPTERS LEFT!
I'm braking the last into two parts, so be prepared.. for cliffhangers! HEHEHEHEHE. lets see what Ara will do. And if you forgot, Who is the other person who was a hero of Ara's childhood stories? I'll spill it now, you'll find out in one of the last chapters.
The roller coaster has begun it's coarse!