It's been two days since he broke my leg. Two whole days. Neither of my leg wounds has gotten much better, maybe a bit worse. I was sitting in my cell, meditating, when the troopers came.

"On your feet." They ordered.

I slowly opened my eyes and, leaning heavily against the wall, got up. Striding toward me, they grabbed me under the arms and dragged me out. I clenched my teeth as my broken leg bumped up the steps, refusing to show any pain. They dragged me down hallway after hallway until we reached a door. One of the troopers press the button and it opened. They dragged me to another cell that looked exactly like the one that I'd been in before.

"Have fun in the Mustafar system." The troopers laughed, shutting the door once more.

I sat down and added up the information that I knew about this place. I was pretty sure that it was a transport that was going to take me to the Mustafar system. A shiver ran down my spine and I closed my eyes, trying to forget what the Jedi had always been told: 'the Mustafar system is where you go to die."

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