"This cell should do." The harsh, thick leather of the imperial warden's glove pressed against your shoulder as the stone faced and commendation adorned pushed you rigidly into the small dark grey room. The imperial army were so vindictive and full of hate against people who had never really wronged them in the first place.

"I won't be here for long..." You tried to warn them of your imminent escape but before you could finish your sentence the door had sealed tightly shut and your captor marched off with a menacing grin. The cell, 2187, wasn't much to look at... there wasn't much at all in fact. It was hardly wide enough to stretch out fully and only contained a small bench that outcropped from the end parallel to the door, only that was already claimed by the previous detainee.

"What did they get you for?" She asked as she lay outstretched across the bench. Her alabaster gown draped over her and down towards the floor and brought her in great contrast against the drab surroundings.

"Smuggling." She smirked and pulled her legs from the out crop, giving you space to perch over the edge. "Not even anything too serious yet here I am."

"What were you smuggling?" Her fingers wrapped around her white hood and pulled it slightly over her tight brunette buns. "I'm Leia, by the way."

"Weapons for the rebellion." She looked up from the floor and rose her shoulders from their stooped hang. "Look where that got me though."

"No matter how bad things get, the rebellion must never give up hope. It might seem bleak now, but soon the Empire will fall."

"What makes you so sure? Our smuggling runs are being intercepted, everywhere we turn the Empire seem to be catching up no matter how fast we run. And now this." You gazed hopelessly around the four walls hoping for some kind of inspiration and valour to kick you, but your new home sucked the life from you. "We need a miracle or were going to be crushed into nothingness. Unless some unknown hero blasts this door open and flies us far, far away from here we're done for, and I don't think the rest of the rebellion will take long to collapse behind us."

"They won't kill us at least."

"How do you know?"

"I'm far too important, they'll probably just torture us a bit first."

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Written by Aaron.