The sound of the alarm is bouncing off of the dense metal walls of my cell. It is supposed to signal us storm troopers to get up and get ready. So, I jump out of my cot and look around to see everyone else in my quadrant doing the same. We all put on our pearly white armor hold our matching helmets under our arms as we rush out of the enlarged cell.
Throughout the hallways all the other troopers were filed in a line marching down, categorized by their quadrant name and number. I cut into the end of the line. We are all going to meet Lord Chlo on the Flight Deck like we do every morning, she will assign each quadrant a task for the day, and everything will repeat itself the next. We march down some steps and the flight deck came into view.
Most of the glimmering droids either floating rolling around were playing around instead of working like little children. Imperial guards surround the dark-clad woman in the center. There was Darth Chlo standing in the midst of it all. We all put our helmets on.
"Ah, finally," she said with a raspy voice.
"Quadrant 2349 didn't use their time wisely," the lead storm trooper Phasma had said. I blushed under my helmet, that was my quadrant.
"Ah, they shall be punished then," Darth Chlo responds.
Phasma turns around and walks toward my quadrant. I want to run, but I can't or I'll get beaten even more. The shimmering glint of Phasma's silver suit would move every time she took a step. I noticed after a few seconds that my quadrant was the only one left, like the wounded prey left by its pack to be fed to the predator.
Phasma motioned for us to start walking and we all did so. The silver-suit took the lead, she seemed like a beacon to lead the way. We walked back through the hallway we had come from then turned left to a room I've seen before. It had a single chair in the middle, and nothing was on the outer walls. It has the feeling of a torture chamber. I gulped and stepped into the dimly lit room. Phasma stops in the center of the room and rests her arm on the metal chair of torture.
I see Phasma reach down to her belt and hold on to something . She pulls out a long, skinny thing, almost like a string, but much more intimidating. I cant tell what it is yet. She brought it closer to the troops in my quadrant, probably trying to scare us, and it sure did work. But I finally got a good view of the weapon. It was a whip!
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Fanfiction"SOMETIMES ITS OKAY TO THINK WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS RIGHT, EVEN IF IT IS WRONG" [Completed]
