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“So, Sabine Wren, is it?” The cool voice of Governor Tarkin asks.
I look up at his face. “Yes.”
Tarkin nods and signals for two stormtroopers. They carry blasters and chairs. They place the chairs a few feet apart facing each other than retreat out of the cell, closing the door behind them.
Tarkin points to a chair and orders, “Sit.” He copies my motion to sit. Then, he begins to speak. “Captured, alone, with no hope of escape. What will you do now, little Mandalorian, what will you do? Cooperate with my questions, and you will be granted your life. You’ll spend the rest of it in Kessel, but that’s better that than dead, which you’ll be if you don’t do what I ask.
I fidget in my stun cuffs as they dig into my wrists. “What do you want?” I ask, hating everything about this situation.
“Answers.” He says. “You’re here for an interrogation.” Karabast.
I laugh as if I’m not at all nervous. “Do whatever you want. I won’t tell you anything.”
Tarkin smiles coldly. “Not yet, I’m sure.” His comms crackle to life. He says, “Bring in the interrogation squad.”
A few seconds later, three stormtroopers walk into my cell. I recoil despite my loathing to do so.
Tarkin smiles evilly, and asks, “So, little Mandalorian, what is the Phoenix Squadron’s next objective?”
To rescue a group of captured rebels. I don’t say that. Instead, I quip, “To adopt a litter of Loth-Cats.”
Tarkin frowns. “Very well, I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but…”
Pain explodes in my whole body as one of the stormtroopers comes at me with an electro baton. It feels like skydiving over Hoth and then snorkeling on Mustafar. Freezing and burning all at the same time. I yell, but force myself not to scream or beg.
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“Ahhh!” I sit upright, sweating and shaking with horror.
“Shut up, kid,” Zeb growls from the bunk below me. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“It’s Sabine,” I gasp, “They’re…Theyre…”
“They’re what?”
“Go-go get Hera and Kanan, pl-please.” I’m frozen in fear and anger, and Sabine’s own pain. I can barely get the words out. Zeb looks frightened and I’m grateful when he does what I ask.
A few minutes later Kanan and Hera follow Zeb, rubbing sleep out of their eyes. Kanan says groggily, “What’s wrong kid?”
My mouth moves, but no words come out, I can’t think, I can’t see, I am lost in the overwhelming storm of my emotions and Sabine’s.
I’m vaguely aware of Kanan holding me tight in his arms, whispering words of comfort which I barely register. I have no idea how long I am cocooned in Kanan, how long I have been like this but when I finally begin to relax, Hera and Zeb are gone.
In a croaky voice, I rasp, “K-Kanan, they’re hurting her. She’s in pain.”
Kanan nods once and releases me. He looks at me and I am surprised to see tears on his face. “We’ll find her, kid.”