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TOPIC: Imprisonment

Imprisonment 1 year 8 months ago #15852

  • Veratash
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The first thing you lose track of is time….

The only thing the man in the pit had to go by was the occasional meals. And those were irregular. He had no idea how long he’d been in the cage, no way of knowing if it was day or night - in fact he didn’t even fully know if he was in space or a planet.

Alarms, the ship's captain issues the order to abandon ship. Second time within as many weeks, first the Gav Daragon, now the RSS Resolve - a green skinned man in jedi garb looks around the corridor, a few troopers are still with him, fresh blood. Recruits, the jedi points down a hall and tells them to run while he brandishes his lightsaber to fight off droids. “Run… get to the escape pods!” - he turns briefly to confirm the men are running. Then he faces his opponents, droids, unknown design… and a force-user in yellow armor.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, he doesn’t know if he has neighbours. He can barely feel the force, the device around his neck dampens his connection, makes it hard to concentrate - nearly impossible to focus. Sometimes he catches glimpses of events. The war didn’t go well. He knows this because in the beginning he sometimes had guests, the visits are long since over though. Now it had been silent for a long time.

Running, down the command module, there weren’t many escape pods left. The droids had been easy but the force-user, while he had been defeated, his powers and training were different. Nothing like a sith, or a jedi for that matter. There was a blast somewhere behind him, he stumbles. The metal floor is fast approaching - a searing pain shoots through his face, origin, he decides his nose.

What food he got, when he got it, was stale - and there was no light on the outside. He could barely see the hand, mechanic. He knew he was weak, no doubt dirty. While he could no longer feel them, he heard the chains every time he moved. At first he had tried to escape - but the collar made an end of that. The shocks were bad enough whenever he tried to enter a deep meditative state. Tampering with it - he’d spent a long time unconscious when he’d tried that.

He was floating, or was he? He could feel his feet drag behind him. Two pairs of golden boots walk in synch - the floor was lit at the side with a whiteish glowing light. Realisation hit the jedi like a hammer, he was being dragged, to where, he had no idea. He tried to reach out with the Force, only to feel a sharp pain at the base of his skull - the whole of his lower body went numb, the stars he saw behind his eyes and the sudden shock broke his concentration. He tried again - this time he grunted. A voice. a laugh? One of his captors. It was rough going. He could see a small opening in the floor… The landing wasn’t soft. a prick at his neck was the last thing he felt before the world went dark.
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