Star Wars Captured

Trapped

I acknowledge that I owe all the credit to star wars. These characters belong to Star Wars. I urge you to watch the movies. 

Walls.

Chains. 

Pacing. 

Hunger. 

Pain.

"Get up!" A stormtrooper yelled at me. I got up quickly the last thing I wanted was for him to hurt me. My hardened eyes stared at him. The other people in my cabin/barracks were being yelled at too. There were several of them in the cabin. 

"What's happening?" A woman asked. Foolishly. A stormtrooper slapped her in the face and made her fall to the floor. A stormtrooper uncuffed me. None of the others had cuffs just me. 

"Be careful of this one." He said to another stormtrooper. He grabbed me by the arm. 

"Move along!" He ordered me. We were taken to a prison ship. 

"I heard they were taking them to the death star." A stormtrooper conversed with another. 

"I don't envy them." He joked. 

"Keep going!" The stormtrooper yelled at me when he saw me looking. 

"Sit." He ordered. I sat. He still gripped my arm. I wanted to hurt this guy badly. but there were too many of them. Always too many. 

"You are being sent to the Death Star to be evaluated for information. If you are found without any and are not an enemy of the empire you will be released." Murmurs rose up from the crowded prisoners. Talking to one another.

 I wasn't one. Unlike them, I had no friends no family, and now no hope of being set free. My file would sentence me there. I have hope that I will escape. They didn't know what I was capable of.  

 In what seemed like hours we finally went into the air. The feeling brought back memories. Feelings. I pushed them away. 

I felt the jump into hyperspace. 

Then the lurch. 

Then finally I heard the ship landing. 

Light poured in as the huge door opened. 

Grey.

White. 

Guns. 

Fear.

The ever-going fear.

That grew bigger. 

"Bring them to evaluation." The lead stormtrooper told the other stormtroopers. I wish they had names. It's just Stormtrooper, Stormtrooper, and Stormtrooper. I sigh. I decide to call the one gripping my arm Storm 1. 

"Come on." Storm 1 commands me. Like I don't know where I'm supposed to go. I've been in a labor prison for a year come on. Always the same those Stormtroopers 

"You don't have to yell" I bravely tell Storm 1. He ignores me. Typical. We're taken to a slightly large room. 

"Sit." Storm 1 again commands. I sit. Even though I don't want to. Even though I could kill this guy easily. 

One by one they go up. Some are released but they will probably have to give everything they own to the empire.

 Just as they receive it. 

They will starve. 

They can't hide. The Empire tracks them. 

Why do I know so much? I curse my knowledge. 

I won't be released. 

Just as I said. 

Prison for me. 

That dumb file. 

But more likely what the labor prison realized. 

Handcuffed again.

Put in a cell.

no window.

Wondering what will happen. Terrified of what was coming. 

I know. 

I notice things. Not only small things. 

Big things. 

That can tilt the balance.

That can destroy everything. 

The Empire. 

The Rebellion. 

I have to get out of here. 

Keep reading! I really like writing this. Thanks for reading! Comment. I need help. Read the Door To Aglavor my other book. Bye for now! -Truewiz 

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