this takes place during the Jedi purge. This is a very angsty story so be warned :unsure:

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Cry of Silence
By Celtic Jedi

Three days. Three days and no meal, no water, no sunlight even. I am shut in this cell with no hope it seems. They want me to feel that way, they wish to humiliate me. They've already done it a hundred times over, yet I still feel I have some pride left in my heart. The cold of this cell has not yet sunk into my heart, it has not hurt me as they wish it to. For no reason will I let them.

I hear the footsteps of the guard outside my door. I wonder when I will hear them coming for me. Such a time will no doubt come. The guard continues his walk along the cell block as the footsteps fade and then return. I can sense his fear at guarding me, yet I know I cannot harm him. I have already tried escape. I ended up as I am now. As I turn over in my bunk I feel the pain sear through my back once again. Along with that my leg aches at the break I suffered when they beat me. I shut my eyes and try not to remember that event, but the memory comes nonetheless.

"So, little Jedi, want to know what pain feels like?" The Imperial had taunted as he raised his fist.

Only my own screams followed. Screams as I had never heard uttered from my lips. My only luck was that they had not chosen to take advantage of me. I was a Jedi, but still a woman. Attractive some had said, too much so, others had said.

The pain brings me back to the reality of my life. Trapped. Imprisoned. Cold. Hungry.

Only once have I felt this way before.

On the cold dingy streets of my home planet I had huddled in the rags I had left. Orphaned with no one to go to. Five years old and living off of what I scrounged from waste bins. All that had changed the day the Jedi came across me.

I remember sneaking an apple from the fruit vendor. I hadn't meant to steal, but I was starving. The merchant saw me and I ran. I ran right into the knees of the Jedi. As I looked up at him, he smiled.

I remember his words. "Where are you going, young one?"

I stared back down the street. No one had followed me. I looked up at the Jedi again.

"Where's your home?" He asked.

I shrugged my narrow shoulders. "I haven't one."

"What's your name?"

"Cailie Mione."

"Come with me, Cailie."

The pacing of the guard nears my door again. The lock clicks and the door slides open. I cover my eyes at the white light flooding in. After spending days in the darkness, my eyes seem to have lost their use, but still I can see.

A food tray appears and the door slides shut, along with the click of the lock again.

I can smell the food. Ration bars not even, some gruel they threw together more like. Though I am hungry, I dare not drag myself across the floor to the food. They will not humiliate me.

Pride. A trait the Jedi tried to force out of their students. I rarely showed it, though I had it.

I remember when I stood before the Jedi Council after the trials. In the presence of the Masters I felt intimidated. Their eyes seemed to pierce my mind, and more than that I felt their presences in the Force boring through me. In that room there were no secrets.

Master Windu spoke, "Cailie Mione, you have proven your skill and dedication. We grant you the title of Jedi Knight."

I wanted to smile, but I knew better. I simply bowed. "Thank you, Master Windu."

As I walked from the Council chamber the pride I possessed did swell in my heart. It was what little I had.

It is what little I still have and it keeps me alive. For how much longer, I do not know. They could come for me any time. My life will be ended as abruptly as it began. I am not afraid to die. Too many times have I faced it without fear, so I do not fear it now.

Something calls to me in the Force. A cry for help. Another Jedi is being held here. I am not alone. If I could walk I would run. I would fight the guards and run. I would save the other Jedi if I could.

But I cannot walk. My leg is broken. I ask my body to heal, but it cannot. I cannot gain the concentration to heal myself. Since my capture I haven't been able to concentrate on the Force.

I still remember hearing that sound. The ragged breathing behind the respirator. Why he did not kill me there, I do not know. He had come out of the shadows. I had not sensed him. Too easily had he disarmed me. But even I am no match for a Sith. Then I woke up here and my imprisonment had begun.

The days had passed slowly, staring into the darkness of my cell. Still as I do it now, I hear the footsteps echoing down the hall outside. Please keep going, please keep going. I ask desperately to no one.

Yet no such luck. The door slides open and the Imperial officer enters. "Where are the others?"

I do not answer him. I look away. Surely, I do know of what he speaks, but to no extent shall I reveal it.

"Answer me, Jedi!" He shouts.

"I have no answer," I reply.

He stares at me for a brief moment, then turns to the guards. "Execute her." He strides from the cell and the guards come in.

One of the white-clad troopers hauls me to my unsteady feet.

The other raises his rifle.

I hear him setting it. I call upon the Force for strength. In all other times it has been there. Now it still is. I rest in the reassurance of the Force.

I hear the trigger pull back. I barely see the red haze before darkness takes me. The last line of the Jedi Code echoes in my mind. There is no death; there is the Force.

:P :D

i already read this 1 , me have to read the other ones also