Star Wars the Clone Wars - One shots

Shuk'la

Returning from a mission, Marshal Commander Neyo is taken prisoner by a Sith who intends to break him.

Content warnings: Graphic torture/violence/injury, semi-graphic description of castration, a non-graphic indication of rape, PTSD, suicide attempt.

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Neyo was leaving Tatooine with Alex and six shinies when an unexpected attack sent their ship hurtling back towards the surface.

It was nightfall. They could barely see well enough to crash land on a sandy plain. They followed procedure, sending their coordinates to the closest cruiser and staying inside the ship- just in case of danger.

It turned out, the threat was more imminent than they thought.

They heard something tear into the hull, the shouts of shinies and blaster fire.

Then, silence.

Heavy footsteps approached the cockpit where Neyo, Alex, and a shiny called Zinc were sealed inside.

"Hide," Neyo told Alex.

When the cockpit door opened, a shadowy figure held out a hand, lifting Zinc off his feet.

"Where is Marshal Commander Neyo?"

Zinc hardly glanced in Neyo's direction, nothing more than a reflex, and a red lightsaber stabbed through his chest.

The shiny dropped to the ground, dead.

In the dimmed emergency lighting, Neyo saw the Zabrak turn to face him.

He pressed the lightsaber against his thigh, momentarily stunning the Commander. The heat of the blade was so hot that it made him feel cold.

Alex shot the Zabrak in the shoulder, but it went unnoticed.

Outstretching a hand, the journalist went careening into the consoles, dropping to the floor in a crumpled heap.

Despite his injured leg struggling to hold his weight, Neyo surged forwards.

With one hand, the Zabrak grabbed his chest plate and launched him downwards, his forehead colliding with the durasteel floor, stealing him from consciousness.

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He woke up in a dark room.

Four walls, no door. The only light came from the ceiling, a grated shutter allowing daylight to seep inside.

The only way in, and the only way out.

Nothing else but a bucket intended for human waste, judging by its smell.

Neyo had never been captured before, but Alpha had ensured every trooper in the ARC command course knew how to handle situations like this.

He stayed calm and gauged his surroundings. The walls were too smooth to climb, and with his injured leg, it would be impossible to attempt an escape right away. Without his armour or weapons, he was defenceless. Even the waste bucket was bolted to the ground.

He stayed in the cell for three days.

No food, no guards, nothing.

He could only drink when it rained, and water dripped through the grate above him. He had taken off the lower part of his blacks- the only clothes he had woken up in- and used it to soak up the moisture, sucking it out of the material.

It was enough to keep him going, but he was weakening every hour.

He was starting to think that this was the reason he had been taken. To be left in a dark cell to die.