Episode 7
When you woke up, you could still feel the trails that the tears had left on your face. After washing them off, you changed clothes and gathered together all of the items you'd scavenged recently, trying to push the bizarre dream you'd had from your mind. You looked into the cracked mirror that was leaned against the wall opposite of your bed. You were always disappointed in how ragged your dark colored clothes were. You only had what you'd been able to trade for the items you scavenged and what you'd found in the shelter when you'd first arrived. You'd outgrown your old Padawan robes, and not wanting to give away your ability to use the force, you'd chosen to forego wearing anything that resembled Jedi clothing. Light side or Dark side, force users all had a giant target on their back.
(Here's your outfit. You can imagine it differently if you want, not everybody has the same style so do whatever you want, but I think it's pretty cool lol)
You weren't exactly wealthy. Runaway padawans aren't qualified for many ideal professions. Scavenging was all you had to keep you from starving to death. Trading in what you found for clothes, food, clean water, and other necessities wasn't exactly fun. Swaddling all of the recovered valuables that you'd scavenged together in your cloak (you had nothing better to use to carry it all), you slung it over your shoulder and headed out to your boat.
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Once you'd trekked through the forest and reached the black sand shore, you tossed the items onto the sailboat, which was tied up and floating about twenty feet off shore. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself before force jumping out to the boat. As much as it made you uncomfortable, using the force was necessary sometimes (and often made you look badass).
Starting up the hand crank engine, you looked out over the expanse of blue water. As the boat picked up some speed and you got into deeper water, you unfurled the sails. It was a windy day, so the moment the sails were properly open, the ship raced forward at speeds that could compete with some speeders.
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Once you'd reached your destination, you tied up your ship and hopped onto the rocky shore with your scavenged goods. The biggest island on the entire planet, Iarilia, is where the market was located. People would set up tents and small huts and set out anything that they were willing to trade for, and if they were interested in something that you had, the haggling would begin.
At the center of all of the trade tents, stood a large building. The only modern thing on the planet, it gleamed when the sunlight hit it. Silver on the outside and white on the inside, the appearance was meant to model the mountain stone that surrounded it, without recreating the color. That's where they traded for food. You could go cheap and get rations, or, if you had the right items, you could negotiate your way to getting real food. You ran past all of the tents and headed for the food trade center. You hadn't eaten a proper meal in a few days, and you were beginning to feel weak. This was how things normally were; you tolerated hunger until it began affecting your scavenging.
Emptying the contents of the cloak on the counter after waiting in line, the suave looking woman scanned it over before her eyes landed on the cloak.
"What you've brought is worth sixteen quarter rations, but that cloak..."
"Is not up for trade." You said, sternly.
You knew what it was worth, every haggler you'd come across you knew anything about fabrics reminded you. One hundred and fifty six whole rations. As much as you wanted food, you would never trade your cloak away.
"Well, if you're sure, then shall I get those rations for you?" She said, disappointedly.
"Yes, please." She turned, her long, straight black hair flowing behind her. Her burgundy skin contrasted with her white dress nicely, and anyone could tell that she was beautiful. Something about her bothered you, though. Something didn't feel right.
She came back with your sixteen quarter portions, you could feel suspicion in her black eyes.
"I didn't catch your name," she said with a forced smile.
"I didn't offer it." You responded, changing your stance, ready to run or fight.
"Well could you offer it? There's been a change in rules, here, and we don't sell to criminals, so we just want to run a background check."
"Do I look like the criminal type?" You retorted.
You thought she was going to respond, but instead, you suddenly felt a skull splitting pain. You could feel her presence writhing around in your thoughts, tearing them apart. Ben had never let it become this painful in your training, so you were caught unprepared. He'd always sacrificed his own comfort to make sure that you weren't in very much pain.
You heard someone cry out as you collapsed onto your knees. When she removed herself from your thoughts, you realized that it was you who had shouted. You felt as if someone had taken a blade and scraped the inside of your skull clean. You looked up, the bright white walls of the building hurting your eyes, to see the woman smirking.
"So, you're (Y/n)... Interesting."
Then, you blacked out.
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When you awoke, you were lying on the floor in a dark room. You felt around you and your hand touched what you recognized to be your cloak. You grabbed it and wrapped it around yourself before standing up, feeling around for some kind of wall, door, or light switch. Anything would be nice, really.
"Yeah, I'm keeping her in there until I hear word from him."
You froze at the sound of the voice of the woman who read your mind.
"Good job holding your end of the bargain, there are almost no force users as safe as you are. By acting as their spy, you're keeping yourself safe." A high pitched man's voice whispered.
"I'm only doing it so that my kids have a mother." The woman muttered.
"Who is the girl, anyways?" The man asked.
"I've been hearing her name in my dreams for a while, I think that she'll be important to the First Order."
You felt the blood drain from your face. You couldn't be turned in to the First Order. You couldn't be found by him.
You slowly let yourself fall to the ground. No... You'd been captured. After ten years of hiding, you'd let your guard down. You heard three beeps sound from some distant room, and then the voice of a new man, projected from some machine. He had a stuck up sounding voice, and annoyance was boiling in his tone.
"What is it that is so important that it must interrupt a meeting with the grand master?"
"I've captured a force user, that I've seen will be useful to the First Order's cause, General Hux," the woman spoke nervously.
He was silent for a moment before he uttered two words alone;
"We're coming."
Then you heard the connection end.
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