Star Wars: A New Rebellion

Amongst the Flowers Part 4

WESTERN RIM- EDENIA

134 ABY

38 ABO

BACK AT HIMMA BASE...

Massive blaster doors opened, bringing light into the dimly lit room and cascading onto the
rebels face. The Emperor entered the holding cell, staring at the rebel in front of him. In the
middle of the room stood the interrogation chair where the young boy was propped up in the
chair, his hands pinned against the sides of the chair by tightened durasteel restraints. The
restraints held in place the boys upper arms and legs. Even his torso was confined to the chair,
keeping the boy from moving. From all the rough handling by his troopers it caused the boy to
be unconscious, his head bobbing to the right. His eyes were closed and a large cut on his cheek
dripped blood that was now dried on his neck.

The Emperor grinned, eager to interrogate the boy. It brought him great joy to see the boy
already injured. Every rebels deserved to die, that was his philosophy. Less rebels on the streets
meant everyone losing hope and fully giving into the First Order's power. The galaxy was already in a state of hell. After 45 years without the Resistance, the people still rebelled against the First Order. It was if everyone ignored the Emperor's power, and his ability to send any enemy to its knees. The Emperor never pitied the rebelling people, he enjoyed seeing there useless struggles of defeating his group. They should have learned from the Resistance failing in the Battle for Order.

He was just a young Sith at the time of the Battle for Order. A child as old as Zara, and a
apprentice to the previous Emperor. He remembered constant battles and bloodshed, the screams of rebels from falling ships. The troopers killing people on the streets with a single blaster gun.

As a young version of himself, Abbadon praised his master for killing rebels, taking great joy from the past experience. Yet, his daughter was the opposite. While Zara was curious of the fate of the boy,there was a hint of concern in her voice. It frustrated him beyond recognition. She had so much power and potential, but threw it all away when caring for others.

The Emperor shook his head and sighed, rubbing his temples with his fore fingers. He felt a
migraine coming on from all this thinking and the sudden task of interrogating the rebel. The
Emperor stared at the boy, a scowl forming on his face. He watched as the boy groaned and titled his head to the side, hitting his cut on the cold, durasteel.

The boy hissed loudly and then jumped, sending the restraints forward and suddenly, holding the boy back from escaping. The boy darted his eyes around the room, blinking rapidly. He laid
there for a few moments, processing his surroundings and regaining his thoughts.

In a matter of seconds, the Emperor was met with golden colored eyes and a mop of dirty blonde hair. The boy lifted one eyebrow, curious on his current situation. The Emperor smirked, he couldn't wait to see the boy wriggle and scream under his force grasp. The Emperor stepped forward,blocking the red lights circling the room from the boys vision.

The boy sat up slightly, and lifted his back from the headrest of the chair, glaring at the Emperor.
"Very comfortable chairs you have, better than the sandy streets," the boy said, smirking.

The Emperor's scowl formed into a grin again and he began to chuckle. His soft laughs turned
into a howl of joy. It shrieked off the walls and made the boys cockiness hide behind the fear in
his eyes.

The Emperor brought his hand up to the boys face, feeling the pressure of The Force surrounding his body and mind. He let it fill his soul and consume him. The dark side whispered
in his ear, spitting out words of terror and torture. The Emperor crushed up his hand and held it
towards the boys face, watching the boys reaction.