*20 BBY, Zygerria*
Detta was right. Although this role of slave that I am currently playing is foreign to me, I am a slave to the Republic. Just a number, nothing more. A killing machine dressed in white. We cling to any small amount of individuality we are able to achieve. Dread coursed through me. I regretted not achieving my freedom, though Detta herself has relinquished some of the chains of the Republic. Letting me do what I please, things such as that. But in the end, I will never be free. I turned to look at Detta and the Queen. And watched as the Queen ran her claws down Detta's arm. They must not hurt.
"My beautiful paradox, will you be joining me for dinner again tonight?"
"You know I could never say no to you." Detta replied, swiftly grabbing the Queen's hand to kiss it. At that moment, the Queen received yet another call on a comlink embedded into her wrist-cuffs. She cursed under her breath and excused herself. I waited until the door was shut and her footsteps disappeared completely before I moved.
"Detta." She broke down, though I don't think she was sad.
"They found my family!" She was smiling. "I can save them!" Detta jumped for joy, spinning and laughing. The moment was bittersweet. Detta's family might be able to be freed, but my brothers and I never would.
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The Runaways
FanfictionA young Twi'lek Jedi struggles to navigate a galaxy in turmoil. During the height of the Clone War, when the Jedi need her most, she and her small force of clones vanish. Where did they go? What are they doing? And what will happen when Order 66 te...
