Lord Vader

2.)

Aniah's P.O.V:

I looked down at the scared woman, her eyes jerking from my glance. I cleared my throat, greeting her once more. She looked up at me and I let myself smile. Her eyes widened and she paused, her fidgeting seeming to stop as she smiled back but only for a moment.

"Can I get you anything" I asked, trying to show her I wasn't as bad as she'd thought.

"How do I know it's safe" she questioned.

I was taken aback by her question, her sudden boast of confidence. I was also slightly offended, my face scrunching as I walked towards her.

"You don't. You either trust me or you don't."

She gasped quietly before clenching her shirt and saying "I guess I don't want anything then."

I wasn't quite sure why but I had this nagging feeling I wasn't getting anywhere fast. She was quickly becoming bold and I didn't appreciate her tone or distrust. I'm sure I was the kindest person she'd met so far but for what? To be treated like scum? No. I wouldn't stand for it.

"I'll be straight forward with you. We both know why you're here..." I paused, waiting for her to introduce herself. "What'd you say your name was?"

"I didn't" she answered, looking down at her hands.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be. I don't enjoy this anymore than you and if you want to live to see you're precious Jedi you'll tell me what I need to know" I said, irritated.

"I know you're doing what you're told but I can guarantee you're not here because you want to be" she said, panic peaking through.

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't here because I wanted to be but over the years I'd learned to appreciate this path. I didn't know it at the time but the village I grew up in was slaughtered for being apart of the Rebel Alliance. My guardian, Goma was killed for hiding the Jedi known as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Darth Vader didn't talk about anyone, but he made it a point to destroy the Jedi's reputation and it was very clear he hated Obi-Wan. No one I talked to knew why Obi-Wan was his greatest enemy but we all knew he wanted him, along with every other Jedi, dead.

"Master Vader has taught me very much. I wouldn't be here without him or my team. I'm grateful to them" I stated forcefully.

"Who are you trying to convince... me or yourself" she whispered.

I slammed my hands on the table, my brain shutting down. "How dare you" I screamed, storming out of the room.

I didn't know why but she'd hit a nerve. How would she know? How could she know? I am not happy? I am not grateful? The men and women she was protecting were sacrificing others just so they could hide in the shadows instead of fight for what they believe in!

I rushed down the hall, my breathing course, and my heart rate high. I walked into the food court, being greeted by a few others that were like me, taken from our homes and given a life we could've never dreamed of.

Sure, I hadn't always agreed with the ways of the Sith and there was always this pit in my stomach when it came to punishments but I knew it had to be done. Or at least, I was told it was... No! I can't think like that.

I swore my allegiance to the Galactic Empire in exchange for my life and everyday since then I'd been taught the lies of the Jedi, made to see the idiocy of the Rebellion. Maybe they were cruel but I'd rather stand with the strong, slightly out of touch people than weak, blinded rebels.

I heard heavy footsteps echoing as someone approached and and then quick, scurrying thumps as I took sips of my water. The room felt cold and I knew then who had entered the room.