Chapter Thirteen

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The restraints locked over her wrists with a damning click.

She willed her heart rate to settle as the man approached.  "I knew the minute I laid eyes on you... I knew who you were.  To think all these years you've been hiding in plain sight."  He reached a hand for her cheek and she jerked away. 

"I can see now the flaws... why you need the last dose of Amnetris."  He clicked his tongue.  "But now I can properly finish what was started."

Celene clenched her jaw together, determined not to let him see her shake.  Let him see her fear.

Because she knew what was coming.  She knew what they would do.  And this time there would be no escape.  There would be no mistakes.  This was her fate. 

"You have me, you don't need the child.  Let him go.  Give him back to the Mandalorian." 

The man didn't acknowledge her.  "Take her to the lab.  We can't do much here, not until we get back to the ship but for now take what we can."  The stormtroopers gripped her biceps.  Celene tensed, her whole body preparing to-

"Don't even think about it," the man snapped.  "You do anything- you harm one person and I will kill the child.  Do you understand?"

Celene snarled at him but relaxed.  There was nothing she could do.  The troopers dragged her through the halls, the shadows leering at her.  Every memory she'd forced down came clawing back to the surface, a rising tidal wave that slammed into her leaving her gasping for breath.  Panic made her throat close up as they marched closer and closer to her impending fate.  Chills skittered down her spine.

They reached the lab and the troopers escorted her inside, pinning her to the cold steel table.  Icy metal bit into her skin, the light above her was blindingly bright.  The troopers retreated, leaving her in a ghostly silence. 

When the doors hissed open again, Celene didn't open her eyes. 

Not as her shirt was cut away, not as she felt the hot slice of the knife across her skin.

And not as she heard the whirring noise of the drill.

She kept her eyes screwed closed and sank into the place deep within herself, where even her own endless screams couldn't reach her.

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