Blue

Chapter 7

Content warnings: Paralysis following non-consensual drugging, Atai Molec being a creep, non-consensual groping, panic attack, masturbating over a non-consensual participant, degrading language

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Ahsoka poked at her lunch, not exactly hungry.

Today's meal had a slightly strange taste to it, almost salty but not to the point where it was inedible.

It surprised Ahsoka that the girls were being fed the same food that she was served by Molec. She wasn't sure whether to feel disgusted or relieved that they were being fed better than the GAR.

Disgusted because the clones were dying day in and day out to protect innocent civilians whilst eating nutrient-dense slop, whilst those same civilians enjoyed these luxuries.

Relieved because these girls had it hard enough that they deserved proper food after everything Molec was putting them through.

She had mostly tuned out of the conversation between Convor and Miel, though she knew the latter had been casting her looks ever since she had learnt that she was a Jedi.

Luna and Jiang were present as well, though Caelum was missing. Ahsoka wondered how their schedules worked. Caelum was a slave like the others, but her tasks didn't appear to consist of chores and serving Molec's desires.

Luna looked up from across the table, thankfully looking better now her ribs were healing. "Are you okay, Blue?"

Ahsoka forced a smile, laying down her fork of which she had just eaten some sort of root vegetable. Like everything else, it was seasoned heavily with salt.

"I'm fine." She raised an eye marking at the girl, "Are you alright?"

"I've been better," Luna replied, "I'm just glad I haven't seen him since the last time."

Ahsoka was glad as well. She hoped Molec kept his distance from the girl for as long as possible.

"I miss home," Luna continued, her eyes downcast. "And my brothers."

Ahsoka reached across the table, laying her hand over Luna's. She squeezed her hand tightly, "I miss my brothers too."

She wanted to tell Luna that everything would be alright, that she would be reunited with her family, but Ahsoka knew better than to spew false hope. She didn't even know where the girl's brothers were.

Next to Luna, Jiang huffed a Kiff word under her breath. Ahsoka pressed her lips into a line as she translated it in her head.

"She's not pathetic," Ahsoka chastised lightly, in the same language. Luna could hardly be shamed for her grief when she was only a teenager.

Jiang's head snapped up, her eyebrows furrowed. She spoke in basic this time, "We are not the same, even if you know my mother tongue."

Her tone was aggravated, her fists tightening around her cutlery. Miel and Convor paused their conversation, the former sighing, "Give it a day off, Jiang. There's no need to be hostile."

The Kiffar scoffed, "I'd like to see darling Blue be used by the guards like I am."

Ahsoka could not understand this woman. One moment, she could socialise normally with the others, and the next, she was barking down their throats.

She wondered just how long it took Jiang to accept this as her reality. She seemed more opposed to being a slave than any of the others, but she didn't hesitate from kneeling in front of the Queen earlier that day.

She had always thought that Kiffars were too headstrong to submit like that. Whatever Molec had done to Jiang, it had a long-lasting impact.

She tried to be compassionate. It was obvious that Molec despised Jiang enough to allow his guards to abuse her. Ahsoka would never understand what her life was like, day in and day out.