The Mysterious Void

Prolouge

As she washed the dishes, storm troopers continued to dump dishes in the sink, not caring if they slammed a plate on her hand or broke the plates. She sighed, but continued the task at hand. A soft hum was keeping her company, as she placed the washed dishes in the dishwasher. Soon, the crowd from supper had slowed down from hundreds to less than fifty, and continued to decrease. By this time, her hands were pruned and sore, but she couldn't. Living on the Finalizer was far better than living in the deserted swamp, but since she had snuck in, she had to play along with her surroundings. As the last few storm troopers carelessly threw their plates in the sink, she went to the cafeteria to see if there was anyone else there. When she saw the custodians, she turned around, feeling relieved. She was ready to retire for the night.

Once she finished cleaning up in the kitchen, she washed her hands. After she wiped her hands dry with a towel, she tossed it in the hamper for the custodians to take care of. As she walked over towards her coat, she felt a presence. Immediately, she turned around quickly, frightened and afraid. What she saw was the sink, empty and clean. She heard the low, soft sound of the dishwasher, as it cleaned the dishes more than she ever could. She sighed, shaking her head as she turned back around and finished gathering her things. She walked out of the kitchen doors, closed and locked them. She shoved the keys in her pocket, and made her way to her quarters.

Her room wasn't as fancy as she'd like it, but she shouldn't complain. She has shelter, and that's more than the hut ever gave her in the swamp. As she closed her door, she threw her bag down on her mattress. She went over to her dresser and pulled out her night clothes; a white tank top and black leggings. She pulled her As she started to strip her wet work shirt, she walked over to her hamper and tossed it in there. She then stretched her arms above her head, feeling almost relaxed. More relaxed than she had ever been. She let out a deep sigh, and then started reaching for her night clothes.

"Hey, dishes girl, you should lock your door," said a strange voice who she did not recognize.

As soon as those words were said, she turned around and looked at the person who spoke, her body full of fear. She did not know the man, but she didn't worry about that. She worried about how she was shirtless in front of a stranger. She got a quick look of the man. He was a storm trooper, and he was still in full body uniform, minus the helmet. The man smirked, looking her from her toes to her face, taking his time. She quickly went to her tank top and grabbed it, as she felt her face heat up with embarrassment.

"Don't be shy, dishes girl." The man states, walking over to her slowly. "I would be flaunting your body if I were you." As he creeped closer to her, she turned around and avoiding eye contact at all costs. She slid the tank top over her head and fumbled to get the edges over her torso. Before she accomplished her task, the strange man put his gloved hands on her waist, and pulled her to him. She let out a tiny shriek, startled by his action. As she looked in the mirror of her dresser, she saw his disgusting smirk and his face leaning in towards her neck. She tried pushing his hands off of her, but she didn't have the strength. She beat her hands on his uniform, but he only chuckled in response. She started to give up hope. This is it, she thinks. This is how I get caught.

The second his lips touched her neck, she felt a surge of power overwhelm her. One minute, he was behind her, and then next he was slamming aganist the wall of her quarters, sliding down quickly. She had begun to think that she was the cause of this episode, but realized that she had felt a larger presence at her door.

When she turned to look at the door, she was right. In fact, the relief and been replaced with fear as she saw the people at her door. Not only was a general, a silver-colored figure, and what seemed like half of the storm troopers there, but someone else was there as well. She hasn't been on the StarKiller Base long enough to know the name of this dark figure, but she figured they must've been the head of the pack. Whoever he was, she was indebted to him for saving her life from the creep who was feeling her only five minutes ago.

"Dispose of him," said the dark figure, his voice sounding metallic and emotionless. "After you're done with that, bring her to my chambers." He flung his cape around him, and he left, along with the many others. The storm troopers that stayed ended up taking the creep, and cuffing him. She stood there, unaware of what to do. She continued standing there until a couple of storm troopers took her arms and started to drag her towards the dark figure's chambers. Fear overtook her body. What did she do wrong? A strange man entered her quarters and sexually assulted her, why was she being dragged? Yes, she snuck onto the base, probably breaking too many rules to count, but she paid her dues. She didn't know that being dragged to some stranger's chambers were apart of those dues.

After a while of being dragged down too many hallways, the storm troopers finally let her stand on her own two feet in front of a door. The door was left ajar, and she didn't know if she should just let herself in. When she went to ask the storm troopers, she turned around to find them gone. Confused, she turned back to the door and pushed it open a little bit more. "Come," said the same metallic voice she recognized as her hero. She completely walked into the room then shut it. She took a quick scan of her surroundings, but she didn't see much, as everything in the room was black. The man had his back turned to her, but she didn't like that. She wanted to know why she was there.

The man chuckled, then said "I'll tell you why you're here, dishes girl." She stood there, stunned. Can he read my thoughts?

He sighed, and walked towards the girl. "I indeed can," he states, standing so close to her that she would probably be able to hear his breathing, but such thing was masked by the helmet he wore. "In fact, I can know exactly how you got here with one scan of your mind." He smiled slyly, but she didn't know that. She quickly became very uncomfortable, shifting under his gaze. She looked down, embarrassed by the fact that he was reading her mind as they spoke. He lifted her chin to where they were eye level, but he didn't use her hand. It was almost like he had magic.

He chuckled again, thinking her thoughts were amusing. "My dear, I wish this was magic. But alas, it's only a fact of life." He walked over to a chair in the middle of the room, and sat down. He then motioned her to sit in the other chair right across from him, and she did as he asked. She didn't want to get into more trouble than what she already was in.

He then took off his helmet, slowly, but she soon saw the beauty that laid underneath. His black, wavy hair was almost as his shoulders. His dark, mysterious eyes were boring into hers. He had a small smile playing on his lips, and his face was painted with a scar that went from his forehead to his chin. She gazed at him in awe.

His smile seemed to grow. "Like what you see?" He asks, looking at her. Embarrassed, she blushes. His face suddenly goes from flattered to serious, and he looks her in the eyes more forcefully.

"I have a task for you, and I think it will suit you rather nicely."