(Warning, these next ones are VERY dark. You have been warned)
Terina was in her lab, working on a new serum, as she always was. This serum was a bit more..... complicated, for lack of a better word. The goal was to kill the Midichlorians in a Jedi.
"Bring me the next prisoner!"
Troopers led a thin blond boy to the lab and strapped him to the table, "Experiment 37 is ready, ma'am."
"Perfect," Terina purred, "And is this one force sensitive?"
"He is, ma'am," the trooper said.
The boy glared at her, no fear showing in his brown eyes.
"Well little Jedi," Terina said with a cruel smile, "it's time for you to meet your destiny," she filled a syringe with a yellow serum.
The boy started struggling against the ties that bound him to the table.
She attached some monitors to the boy, "Settle down, this won't hurt much....." she said, then added, "For me," she stabbed the syringe into the boy's arm and injected the serum.
The boy, Experiment 37's body jerked and twitched, he let out a groan of pain as the serum ran through his body.
The monitors started going wild as his heart rate increased rapidly, then decreased until it flatlined.
Terina sighed, and after she finished collecting some blood from the boy she called, "Get rid of the body!"
Troopers ran in and took the body out of the lab.
She went back to work, testing the blood to find out what went wrong with the serum this time. After a few hours she worked on mixing up a new batch without the defect that was in the last batch, "Bring me the next prisoner!"
Troopers brought a young girl, "She's not force sensitive."
Terina looked at the girl, "I'll mind wipe her, then you will take her to the trooper's quarters. She will be trained as an imperial trooper."
The troopers nodded, walking out of the lab.
The girl looked at Terina, "M-Mama?"
Terina glared at the girl, "I am not your mother!" she snapped, "Now be quiet, Noel."
The girl looked at Terina, "Who's Noel?"
"You are. Now shut up."
Noel stopped talking, staring at her shoes, her name wasn't Noel. It was Raynie. But she didn't tell Terina that. Her curly brown hair had fallen in front of her face.
Terina mixed up a new serum and walked over to the girl, she gently injected the serum into the girl's arm.
Noel passed out, her body going limp.
Terina called the troopers outside the lab, instructing them to take her to the trooper's quarters.
The troopers took the girl to the troopers quarters.
Terina was growing annoyed, there had been no progress in fixing the serum yet. It ALWAYS killed the people it was tested on, both the force sensitives, and those that were not force sensitive, "ARG!" she let out a shout of anger and flipped over an empty table.
A trooper stumbled in, her helmet off. She was forced to her knees in front of Terina. She glared at the scientist, her black eyes on fire with hatred.
"What's this?!" Terina snapped, waving a hand at the girl.
"This is a spy," the trooper said, his blaster aimed at the girl's head.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Drace," the girl growled.
Terina smiled, "Strap her to the table. I have need of a new test subject," she said, grabbing a few things from a table.
The troopers obeyed.
Drace glared at them, now strapped to the table.
Terina drew some blood from the girl, "What's this?! You're force sensitive! Perfect!" she drew more blood, filling up multiple vials.
Drace grew pale as she lost more blood.
Terina injected the serum into Drace and watched her die, "Well, the poison is working," she said with a cruel smile.
Bright light shone into the cave, waking Eli up, "We found the padawan!" a trooper called, grabbing Eli and dragging him out of the cave.
Eli stared up at the trooper, and recognized the paint on his armor. "Gray...." he whispered, tears filling his eyes, Gray had been one of his best friends since he had became Aliesha's padawan.
Gray cuffed Eli, then knocked him out, "I'm sorry, old friend," they left, taking him with them. They headed to Terina's lab...
Terina was in her lab, expectantly waiting for the troopers to bring her more Jedi to experiment on. She rested a hand on her stomach, she was 8 months pregnant and sick of it. Terina didn't want to be pregnant, nor did she want the kid. She'd find someone to take it once it was born. If she never saw the kid again after it was born, she'd be glad.
A knock on the office door jerked her out of her thoughts, "Enter!" she snapped.
The trooper, Gray, walked inside the office, dragging an unconscious red headed boy, wearing Jedi robes, "Here is Jedi padawan Eli Strike."
Terina smiled, "Perfect," she grabbed a syringe full of truth serum from her desk and injected it into Eli's arm, "Good work trooper. You may return to the barracks now."
Gray nodded and left her office. He felt slightly guilty for giving her Eli, but orders were orders. And he had been ordered to get the padawan and take him to Terina's lab. He hoped death would come quickly and painlessly for his old friend.
Eli slowly regained consciousness, "Wh-where am I?" he slurred.
Terina smirked, "You are in my office. But you are going to be going to a cell in a moment."
A lab assistant entered the office quickly and dragged Eli out. She made him walk, and he joined a short line of people.
"Name!" an imperial barked, glaring at Eli.
"Eli," he responded, having to tell the truth because of the serum.
"Age!" the imperial, Reath snapped, writing down Eli's name.
"Rank!" Reath that to the information sheet.
"Jedi padawan," Eli muttered.
"Move along!" Reath said, writing down the last of Eli's information.
The padawan walked forward, where he was met by a man with a razor.
"Stay still, I need to cut your hair," the man said.
Eli sighed, and stayed still while his long red hair was shaved into a buzzcut.
Once the man finished shaving his hair, he waved him on, "Move along."
Eli walked to the next person.
She held a tattoo gun, "Hold out your arm, with the inside of your wrist facing the sky," she said, checking his information sheet. She made sure there was ink in the gun.
He obeyed, turning his wrist so the inside of it faced the sky, and closed his eyes, trying not to think about how much getting tattooed on his arm would hurt.
"Sorry kid," the woman said, before she gave him a tattoo on the inside of his wrist that read 'E-S 50 Imperial property'.
Eli opened his eyes, read the tattoo and sighed, the words 'imperial property' running through his mind. He was trapped, and no one was going to rescue him.