𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
This mask that I have mentioning is not like the Acolyte mask which is made of cortosis. That mask/helmet quiets everything so you can only hear the Force. But this mask is something I made up that sends energy waves to disrupt the wearer's awareness, making it harder to find the Force. I didn't know how they could stop her from using the force, so I made this up. Lol.
TRIGGER WARNING: This is a heavy chapter with kidnapping, slight mind torture, and a scary surgery. Beware.
20 BBY, Month 01
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"Wynn," a soft voice called above her. She blinked her eyes open to come face-to-face with Korkie. His blue eyes searched hers. "Are you alright?"
Wynn struggled to sit up with her hands tied together. Why was she tied? Why did everything hurt? "What happened?"
Korkie placed a hand on her shoulder. "We got kidnapped."
"What?" Wynn asked, voice rising in pitch. She looked around, blinking back sleep. They seemed to be in caverns of some sort.
"We went for a walk and we got taken by Death Watch."
"These guys never give up, do they?" Wynn muttered, raising both hands to scratch her head. Caverns made it hard to figure out where she was. It also was hard to feel anything in the Force.
"What's the plan?" Korkie asked, sitting on his haunches. He stared at her intently, a scary excitement racing across his eyes. His clear blue eyes. Very blue.
"Hmm?" She asked, clearing her throat.
"I know that look. It means you're plotting out a plan." He smiled, nodding. "I want in."
"I am not planning anything yet," Wynn said, wondering how many Death Watchers were nearby. "Not until I get more information."
"Looks like we're about to get some soon."
Out of an opening came two Death Watchers. One was more feminine while the other was masculine in build.
One with purple paint and feminine curves kicked Wynn's legs. "Get up, scum."
Wynn scoffed. "Don't think we're scum if we're worthy enough to be kept alive."
"Just shut up."
Wynn struggled to gain balance with her dizzying headache and hands tied.
Korkie grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her up. "Wynn, no need to make them angrier than they already always seem to be."
Wynn's nostrils flared. "But this is ridiculous. Not to mention you don't get to have cuffs. Only me." The maroon colored Mandalorian male tossed a helmet of some sort at Wynn who dropped it. "Ow!"
