I warn you now, the end of this chapter does swear so if you're offended by inappropriate language don't read it.
Hera woke up in a dark prison cell, she looked around to see if Kanan was anywhere nearby, only to be disappointed to see she was alone. She looked down and saw she wasn't wearing her old clothes, the ones she was wearing now were black and thin. The stupid gel things Hera wore to appear fat were gone and it was quite apparent she was pregnant. She didn't want to think about what the Empire was going to do to her and her yet to be baby. Hera rolled into a fetal position and began to cry. It was all going so well, and then it just all fell apart, so easily too, like dropping an egg.
Hera eventually calmed herself and stared at the ceiling, it wasn't much but she had nothing else to look at. She didn't like how quiet it was, normally, back on the Ghost it was louder, like a stadium. The thought of the Ghost made her cry again, she normally was calm and hard to break but in a situation like this she could barely think straight, it also didn't help she was pregnant. About ten minutes later Agent Kallus and two other armed Stormtroopers came in. They took Hera into a small room with nothing but a table. They laid Hera on her side on the table, restraining her feet and legs, then her arms above her head. Agent Kallus pulled out a knife and cut off the back part of Hera's shirt.
"What are you doing?" Hera groaned.
Agent Kallus stabbed the knife into her back, "A new form of torture."
Hera yelled in pain.
"Now let's see, pretty much I'm going to cut a picture into you. So since you're a rebel and all I'll carve your young female friends logo into you. Now, is their plans of a larger rebellion?" Agent Kallus said examining Hera's back.
"It'll take… more than that… to break me." Hera managed to make out.
Agent Kallus pulled the knife up her back, "Oh I'm willing to take that challenge."
Hera bit her lip to keep from screaming, "I'd rather die... than tell YOU... anything!"
Kallus rolled his eyes, "A shame that will be, your skin is so nice and smooth too…" with this he pulled the knife farther up her back.
"Shut up!" Hera yelled in pain.
Agent Kallus simply laughed, "This is even better than I thought it was! New question, what are you trying to accomplish with this rebellion Hm?"
"The point is to shove your head into a trash can!" Hera said, not caring about his reaction.
Kallus yanked the knife back down Hera's back, making the left wing of the bird. "Fine then, back to the original question, we are much more interested in that."
"We?" Hera groaned
"The Empire, clearly." Kallus said rolling his eyes.
"Right… still not talking."
"Then I'll make you scream it!" Agent Kallus said, bringing the knife up and over, creating the body and the head.
Hera bit her lip again, in order to keep from screaming. She knew if she didn't show signs of pain they'd get bored. "No!"
Kallus created the rest of the bird's head, "Suit yourself, your doing this to yourself. All you need to do is tell me if there is a larger rebellion."
Hera laughed a little, "I'm surprised you haven't figured that out."
Agent Kallus let out an angry sigh, "That's not an answer." He dragged the knife down, beginning on the next wing.
"I will NEVER talk!" Hera yelled.
Agent Kallus, clearly getting annoyed, dragged the knife back around, completing the figure. "One of you, grab some salt, I'm not giving up yet..." He said pulling the knife out.
Hera shook her head, "I'm not talking."
"Oh well, you pain is still amusing." Agent Kallus said, with a stupid smirk on his stupid face.
"Nice side burns… that's what I'm going to call you now, ."
Agent Kallus rolled his eyes, "I am the one torturing you, I recommend you watch yourself."
"Oh, I feel SO threatened right now" Hera said rolling her eyes.
One of the Stormtroopers came back in with the salt and handed it to Agent Kallus. "This'll be fun…"
He began pouring some on Hera's wound, Hera tried her hardest not to scream. She knew it wasn't going to work so she decided to scream an insult. "You're a mother fucking cock sucking son of a bitch Agent Kallus!"
Agent Kallus laughed, "So I am…" He poured more on another part of the wound.
"Oh, and fuck you and your stupid looking sideburns. I'm. Not. Talking."
"Yeesh, language." Agent Kallus poured the rest of salt around the wound. He threw the empty canister away, "Have her cleaned, then put her back in her cell while I'll prepare stage two."
Hera felt relieved, it was over, at least for now. The Stormtroopers brought her to a weird looking droid that washed the blood off of her, than change her shirt. Even if it was a droid it still felt weird. Once she was all cleaned up the Stormtroopers threw her back into the prison cell she was being kept in. As soon as the door was closed Hera screamed as loud as possible, just to get it out. Her back didn't sting anymore, it felt more like a bruise continuously being pressed on.
Hera didn't really want to know what "Stage two" was, but she knew she'd find out sooner or later. The pain was so bad it affected her breathing, everything was blurry and the room began growing darker and darker, until eventually everything was black. Hera had fallen asleep, but when she awoke, everything had changed.
She wasn't in the same room as before, this one was larger and brighter, much brighter. Hera wasn't tied up or anything so she was free to move around, however everything hurt so she choose not to. She looked around the room, it was completely empty, not even a bed was inside. The complete emptiness made Hera feel oddly sick, however there was no trash can or toilet to throw up in. The only thing Hera could do was close her eyes and hope that this will all be over soon.
The next day Hera awoke to Agent Kallus opening the door into the empty room. She just pretended to still be asleep, like it made any difference. The Agent was holding an unconscious Kanan and laid him against Hera. The thought of Kanan being with her excited her, even if they were both in captivity. Besides being with someone in captivity was better than being alone. Shortly after Agent Kallus left Hera actually fell asleep with an odd feeling of hope