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// Blacksite 
// Story: The Twi'lek 
// by Gallants 
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Duco had left shortly after threatening me, I choose to take it seriously and I was not interested in finding out how good of a fighter he was; it didn't take long for him to return. As I sat there breathing shallowly letting the force flow through me and feeling Duco getting frustrated I was able to hear the opening of a pocket watch; he was waiting for something. The train came to a sudden stop, I heard creatures rush the train I heard screams, but unlike last time the screaming didn't stop. The guards hit the ground hard and Duco was struck several times, our attackers cut my chain and dragged me out the side of the train, and threw me into a wagon that ran across rough ground at a high speed making it difficult to tell when we turned or how far we made it before I was pulled off and led to a lift for decent; surrounded.

With a final screech, the lift stopped and instead of leading me forward they kicked the back of my leg in and dragged me across the polished floor where I was quickly lifted and thrown to the ground my hands were released before being pulled behind my back and attached to a table, "Welcome to Snow Goose Nest, your new home. This is a place that is blacker than black," a woman told me removing the blinder from my head, "not even the Princess knows about this place," there was a unicorn mare with a red coat who stared at me, "I hope you like it cause you will never," she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "leave," she slowly pulled away from me.

"Since I'm stuck here I suppose we should get to know each other," I said taking stock of how many ponies were in the room and trying to spot her cutie mark, "I'm Sasha Lessa what's your name?" she smiled at me before snarling and hitting my left lekku, "PFASSK, you filthy Hutt-spawn!" tears rolled down my face as I screamed in agony.

"My name is 74, and you will tell us everything about this C.I.U," She was calm as she told me that, "now, I'm sure you're wondering how I know about that, quite simply our contacts in the R.I.S sent us a message so we formed an attack on your train,"

I stared at her before spitting in her face, "I really don't want to listen to your separatist monol-," I was cut off as she drew a knife and placed it against my neck.

"You will listen to what I say you will listen too, and you will answer my questions," she hissed at me, "Now what is the C.I.U?"

"Bite me," I said and used the force to knock over a lamp to distract her. It worked perfectly as she yelled at the black-clad soldiers to clean up the mess and make sure nothing else was near the edge, it didn't work quite as planned but she did unhook my shackles even if it was just to drag me to a bench. When she was finished 'securing' me to the bench, she pulled a rag across my face and held it down. I couldn't breathe as she poured water onto the rag, I felt like I was drowning she suddenly ripped the rag from my face and pushed down onto my stomach. 

"Tell me who the C.I.U are and this will end," 74 told me and leaned in closer, she really wanted to know, if they had asked nicely I would have told them.

"I don't give information to disguised clankers," I told her before giving a small peck onto her nose, she retaliated by headbutting me, "I guess I read that situation wrong," I said with a small laugh; she quickly placed the rag back on my face and pouring water over it once more.


After a week of torture, I couldn't take it anymore, "Okay, okay I'll tell you about the C.I.U just stop," her eyes told me she was disappointed by this turn of events, "C.I.U stands for clone intelligence unit, they were special units in the Grand Army of The Republic their job was to find Separatist weapons and leaders and relay them to the command and to strike teams," I stammered out, "That's all I know about them,"

"That'll do for now, I'll get the rest after the celebration,"