Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Blood

After they had managed to get as many samples from you as they had deemed appropriate, you had been taken to a prison cell where you had slept for who knew how long. You weren't sure how many days had passed since then but you guessed that a couple weeks at least. You had thought about keeping track of it by counting your meals but, just like when you had been in Arvala-7, the idea proved to be useless. On the bright side, here you were being fed more than normal albeit in quite small portions but it was better than on Arvala-7 where you would spend days without food. Yet, you didn't know if they were doing so to keep you from counting the days or if it was just so you would recover your energy quicker so they could perform more tests on you.

All you knew for sure was that the extraction of your spinal cord fluid didn't seem to have provided the expected results since you hadn't had to undergo the excruciating process yet again. Either that or they couldn't do it as often as they would like. Be that as it may, you were glad they weren't repeating it, not just because of how painful the process had been, but because afterwards you had spent hours – maybe even days as far as you knew – with a horrible headache and back pain.

Drawing your blood, on the other hand, didn't seem to be a problem as they had done it several times since your arrival on the Cruiser, the last one only a short while ago. Hence why you were lying on the cot, looking at your prison cell's ceiling while feeling tired and weak.

You were starting to drift off to sleep when the cell's door opened and you sat up with a start, dizzy from your sudden movement.

"How did you do it?!" Moff Gideon snarled as he entered the room and crossed it on two long strides, standing right in front of you.

"Do what exactly?" You replied annoyed, huffing at him.

You had been dragged from the cell to the lab on repeat since you had arrived at the ship, never been left alone if you weren't restrained or locked, so Moff Gideon bursting in like that while demanding an explanation for who knew what, made no sense at all. Normally, you would have realised that it wasn't the time to answer back in a bad way, but you were tired, developing a headache, and not in the best condition to take anyone else's mood into account.

All of a sudden, he grabbed your head, pulling it back from your hair and making you grunt in pain as he slammed it hard against the wall behind you.

"Don't play dumb." He hissed, putting his face right in front of yours, just inches away. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"I- I don't, I have no idea–"

"ENOUGH!" He bellowed, throwing you across the room with unexpected strength. Your head hit the metal floor making your incipient headache increase tenfold. You tried to raise but felt the weight of his leg on your back, keeping you down.

"Don't take me for a fool girl or you'll regret it." He said in a low, menacing, voice. "How did you do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You snapped angrily, your face pressed against the cold metallic floor. "Wha–"

The rest of your sentence was lost in a cry of pain when he kicked you in the stomach, making all air leave your lungs abruptly. After a second or two, you managed to gasp for breath again, coughing loudly.

"I'm growing tired of your insolence, girl. Think you're protecting them by keeping silent?" He asked angrily. 

"Bring her!" He ordered as he left the cell. Two troopers got in to grab you and this time they literally dragged you but, instead of taking you to the lab, they took you to the Cruiser's bridge. Once there they just let go of you, letting you collapse on the ground, barely strong enough to raise to your knees.