𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛
I woke sprawled on a cold floor. Sitting up, I took in my surroundings. I was in a prison cell. Great. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. I stood up and felt an intense pain in my calf. Glancing down, I saw the nick that Vader had made. The blood had dried and the cut was puffy and swollen.
"Great, it's infected." I rolled my eyes and sat back down to get a better look. Pulling my leg close, I almost gagged. There was pus oozing out of the wound, dried blood everywhere and it had a greenish tinge.
"There's not really anything I can do right now, but..." I tore a strip off my pants and tied it around my leg.
"Now what?" I mumbled, looking around.
"Hmmm. Only one thing that I can really do." Sitting down, I closed my eyes and meditated. My brow furrowed as I delved into the force. I sensed a darkness, not unlike what I had felt when I first sensed Vader. Delving deeper, I discovered that it was Vader. He was meditating on this ship! I felt his presence like a black cloud. Then, through the force, I heard his voice.
"Prisoner is awake? And meditating? What a Jedi thing." He seemed to laugh and I jerked back, pulling out of my meditation.
"Vader is on this ship." I panted, "why is he on this ship?!"
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