𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 || Anakin Skywalker

𝑻𝑾𝑶: 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍.

Present day..

Sersi's pov

I never thought I'd end up here. Of all places.

Honestly, after everything that happened I thought of hiding. I thought, 'Hey, pack your shit and get the fuck out of this galaxy." But no. Of course, me being who I am, I stayed. I stayed and I helped heal the wounded– on both sides. As a doctor, you have to stay impartial to whom your patients are. My duty, the oath I took was to save lives, no matter what. So that's what I did.

I saved so many Rebel's lives that the Imperialists probably hate me–which is probably why I'm here. They will probably torture me for information and then kill me. Who knows.

Landing on the new Death Star was like entering the gates of hell. Everything was dark, and cold. People looked miserable, although I can't blame them. I know I'll be miserable here. The only reason why I am here, willingly, is because I need the money. I can't keep getting caught in the middle of this war. I have been apart of it for six years, six years longer than I ever wanted to be apart of it. And since the turn in power, it's just gotten all the more ugly. With the Sith Lords taking over everything, everything has gone to complete and utter shit.

The economy has changed, people are poorer, hungrier, dying at even faster rates than I have studied before. There is only one thing that has been good, and I say that blandly, is that there are hardly anymore slaves in the outer rim. Too many people are afraid of this Sith Lord, Darth Vader. I've never met him, but from the horror stories I've heard, he sounds like a delight to be around.

As the small ship landed at the docking station, two men stood by me as we walked out and onto the dark floors. Everything was dark, blacks, dark greys, red, the brightest colour was the clone trooper suits that were all white.

"Ms. Gray, lovely to finally meet you!" I heard someone say, making me turn my head and face a smile.

A smile? On the Death Star? Is that even allowed?

"Hi, you must be Admiral Firmus." I shook his hand, he had a firm grip.

"I am. But please, just call me Piett. Firmus is an atrocious name." He grumbled, walking with me close behind him.

"Then please, call me Sersi." I smiled, taking in my surroundings.

This place.. Sucks. Everything about it sucks. It's cold, bland, stuck in the middle of space. Don't get me wrong, I am a sucker for some star gazing, but I'd much rather do it from the safety of a planet. This whole roaming space thing isn't for me. I like having my feet on the ground.

"I'll show you to your quarters so you can place your things down, then I'd like to show you around the infirmary." Piett stated, and I only could nod as he continued rushing around.

Not long after leaving the docking station– taking three lefts and two rights– we ended up at what I believe will be my living quarters. The door opened, and the room was not the biggest, but bigger than I've had the last three years. It could fit a queen sized bed pushed up to the corner of the room, a window that looked out at the stars and other planets we orbited, there was a small kitchenette, my very own personal bathroom and lots of storage space.

"I hope it's to your liking Ms. If not, I'll find you something else."

"It's perfect, thank you." The clone troopers dropped some of my bags while I dropped the rest, stretching out my muscles a bit.

"Great. I'll let you settle a bit and come back for you after." He nodded politely, exiting the room along with the troopers.

I sighed as I was now alone. The room wasn't bad, it really wasn't. But it wasn't my room. My room is on Coruscant, and it has the most gorgeous view of the Temple and its beautiful grounds. Well, what used to be beautiful. Not anymore. I left Coruscant shortly after the turn over of power, I couldn't stand being there, knowing that all of my friends were dead because of the Sith. I couldn't look at the Temple knowing that I would never see Anakin or Obi-Wan ever again. I sighed, deciding to put a few of of my things away while I'm here. I didn't have a lot, sure I had a lot of bags, but not a lot of stuff. So putting my things away was never really a problem.