Breaking Promises

As Darth Castra sulked in the grimy cell, she could feel her sensitive, cracked lekku against the durasteel floor. It felt familiar and took her back to another lifetime where she had been safe, loved, and happy. She hated it. The moment her loyalty had been questioned she was shipped off for a military trial. Shipped off to her death. The sour taste in her mouth grew as she thought what a mindless slave she had been. Now, now things were different. She would no longer be a slave to anyone. And they weren't going to force her to.
She heard footsteps coming and she brought herself out of her musings. As the door slid open with a pop, there stood the only two people she still cared about. The only two things she allowed herself to attach to regarding her former life. As she began to speak, the words that came out were spoken with a familiar ease, but were rooted in spite and betrayal.
"Hello Master, Rexter, it's been a while."