Now or Never [Anakin Skywalker x Reader]

[ 2 ] The Eclipse

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"And what intel did you claim from the girl," Palpatine ordered.

"The clones were given to two Jedi," you announced. That putrid word, Jedi.
If it were down to saying Jedi in every sentence or drink the most disgusting, painful, and lethal poison in the whole galaxy, i'd happily drink the poison any day.

"The names of these Jedi were?"

"A Master Kenobi and General Skywalker my lord," Palpatine's face contorted from disgust to fondness after hearing Skywalker's name.

Personally, you have never heard of either of those Jedi's. Thinking about it, you've only heard of one Jedi, Yoda.
Obviously you knew of the existence of more Jedi but you rarely left this flying lunchbox to know more.

"Ah that reminds me my dear girl, the Imperial Officer, Piett has found a plant we have yet to try for your advances. 'Goldenlight Moss' from Fort Kah'lin. In the moss, we have found a high level of midi-chlorians which theoretically should massively increase the time it is takes for you to heal when you're wounded in battle."

Oh for fat fucks sake.

These experiments Sheev had you undergo tampered with the laws of physiology but are top priority in Darth Sideous' eyes. He's had you go through these mandatory surgeries ever since you arrived on this ship but up until recently, he has tripled the amount of surgeries for you to go through. You were guessing he could sense the war brewing and finally needs you out in the battle field, not cooped up here after spending your last 16 years on this ship, the Eclipse.

"This procedure is to be taken place immediately," Palpatine announced, mainly directed to the medical team that just entered the room.

"But, Darth Sideous. I've already had 4 surgeries this past week and it's only wednesday, are you sure it is wise for me to- "

"Do you dare to question me and my choices?" Darth Sideous spat carefully yet forcefully, the force wrapped itself around your neck, lifting you up off of my feet and into the air.

"My lord," you breathed, wispily. Struggling to utter words.
He let go of you, causing you to fall onto your knees, "I apologise my lord," you started, your throat weak and itchy from just being strangled, "I won't question your orders," you finished, respectfully bowing your head down to him.

"Go," he said, shooing you away with his hand as his soldiers were quick to grab ahold of you and escort you out of the room. You sheepishly fought against them, your actions sluggish and weak as a trooper injected a tranquillizer into you neck.

[WARNING: Torture, Blood]

The hallways were distorted moving as you were escorted to the surgical room, a room you unfortunately knew too well. The eerily aged white walls, the rusting medical table, the same ten doctors- well, the same nine doctors. You killed the last one, entirely by accident. She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Leather straps painfully held your limbs down to the metal table as your head was rolling loopily from the drug.
You had cuts on your wrists and ankles from the leather scratching away at your once supple skin. You had your cloak torn off of you, revealing your checkered pyjamas. A doctor took a pair of scissors to cut into your top, your many scars caused from this very room prominently on display. The coldness of the table sending shivers down your spine.

A doctor forced open your salivating mouth- a common effect the drug had on its patients, a rubber mouth guard was shoved between your teeth by a doctor while another secured a special collar around your neck, specifically made for you to block you away from the force.
After my first procedure, the mechanics were quick to make this collar for you as you unintentionally nearly collapsed the ship in on itself, with the help of the force of course.