Conflict And Balance [Star Wars AU]

Chapter 15

The two could only stare at each other in curiosity. No words were exchanged, only expressions. Each were too stunned to talk. He could see a familiarity in her. She could sense a faint connection to him through the Force.

"How have you come across the Jedi teachings? Who trained you?" She was the first to open her mouth. The teenager, she had never seen him before, not in the list of names of the deceased Jedi or the living and wanted. He looked her age and might be one of those Force sensitive children who were in the holocron that Cal Kestis destroyed.

The blonde continued to stare at her, refusing to talk. The only sound was his breathing and the humming of the fluorescent light. Her forehead was scrunched at his stubbornness but she merely released a breath.

"I suppose you're mute." She stood up from her seat and walked towards the controls of his restraining chair. She caressed the buttons with her fingers, tempted to press every one of them. "But I bet this will make you talk."

The boy looked into her eyes that thirsted for violence, seeing no mercy. With a huge smile, she switched a lever, which triggered some mechanical action in the chair. It tilted lurchingly, pushing him forwards.

Near silence, and in that silence, he could hear the whirring of the machine and electric sparks. He squinted his eyes to make out what made those sounds. Almost immediately, an electrified needle came near his face.

He paled immediately and swallowed. Seeing the well known torture device in front of him made him panic. His breath became shaky, the struggling against the restraints increased as did his fear.

She grinned at his reaction, guiding the needle from the lever in the control pad. He could only close his eyes and pray to expect the incoming pain.

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An hour of screams and yet still no answers. The boy in front of her panted, tired of the pain and wounds. The only thing he would say was the Jedi Code and it infuriated her. No matter how many times he was shocked, pierced, or electrocuted, he endured.

"Stay still." She narrowed her eyes as she directed the needle to his right cheekbone. Yet she didn't flinch at his expression of pain, or the smell of burnt skin, or his blood that dropped.

"So this is the patience of a Jedi," she stated, and closed the distance between herself and him. "But let's see how long you will last."

Lightning sparks emerged on her finger tips. Soon an entire storm started to appear in the room and was launched towards the Jedi.

Howling in pain, he clenched his fist, reminding himself that he was a Jedi and the Force would not abandon him. The smell of burning clothes and flesh, the sensation of his skin drying up and the blood being drained from his body caused him to barely maintain consciousness.

"I'll...I'll never talk...Sith!" he spat, his breathing heavy and decreasing by the minute.

"Yes, I know that," she smiled, and grabbed his chin, "But I will turn you. I will make you thirst for this power that I have."

"That...is not...the...most power...ful I've seen."

More lightning shot to his body. It was unbearable, he can't even recall or remember what she wanted, or anything in that matter. Everything blurred, his vision, his mind, but one thing was beginning to bubble inside him. An anger in him against this woman.

What did he ever do, except exist? He did not know where was the rebel base, he did not know where were the plans, nor was he even an official member of the Alliance. What did he ever do to deserve this?