StarWars: Renegades -In The Name Of The Fallen

Hard Choices

This story will be more and more centered around Ahsoka was we go. Now, I know not many people read this but to those that do, please leave me some honest criticism.  

Ahsoka

She tried not take it personally.

This was merrily the second round in their duel. Ahsoka had won the first one. Now it was on her to not lose.

She knew the drill. This wasn't the first time someone tortured her and judging by her track record it wouldn't be the last time either. That didn't help her much, though.

Every time she nipped off they let her dance with the lighting. In other words, did their best to make every waking as unpleasant as possible while making sure she didn't catch any sleep.

The drug cocktail she had received caused havoc with her body. Every muscle seemed to be cramping at once. She was sweating hard and had the worst migraine in a long time.

Ahsoka had no illusions that things would get better. Her physical and mental exhaustion would soften her resistance. There was also no supervisor there and that meant that the people 'attending' to her were getting bolder by the minute. Only minutes one of her tormentors had groped her chest until the senior interrogator had called him off.

New waves of cramps hit Ahsoka's exhausted body. "If you're ready to talk than this will all be over," Ahsoka tried to once again reach for her force abilities but couldn't. Perhaps there was some drug in her system made it impossible for her to use her abilities.

Suddenly she had an idea. There was no way she could escape, not by her own strength of arms. Even if they freed her from her confinement and let her leave she doubted she'd make itfar without collapsing. But perhaps she could reach someone who in the past had helped her out.

Ahsoka closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down and was rewarded with another round of lighting. When the pain and screaming stopped Ahsoka was left gasping for breath, her entire body aching.

"I wasn't trying to sleep you idiots," she growled tasting blood in her mouth.

When she calmed down somewhat she called out with her mind to the one person who might not only be willing to help her but perhaps also be able to. She put all her fear, pain, and desperation into the call.

Maxwell Bay

At about three in the morning, Maxwell jerked awake. All drowsiness fell off him and less than a second later he was on his feet, a lightsaber hilt clutched in his hand.

Something was off.

His gaze swept the dark bedroom. To a human, it would have been too dark to see but alas, he was as much human as Yela was. Still, he grew up as a human Jedi and usually self-identified as one.

Then he heard the voice calling out in his mind. It was faint as if it came from far away and he could hear the pain and fear.

"Max!"