Mention of needles.
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-Dream-

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!"

You looked around, your vision blurry, blood pulsing through your veins. Your head ached, the feeling of dehydration suddenly hit you. You smacked your lips, they were pale and chapped, which made you very uncomfortable.

You looked around at your surroundings, seeing you were clasped to an operating table. You were dressed in a hospital robe, needles punctured in your arms, but you couldn't feel it. Where in the world were you?

Just as you began to rub your eyes, you felt pain, but not physical pain... You sensed someone else in the room. You flicked your eyes across the dark room, until finally landing on a dark figure in front of you: Darth Vader.

You growled, infuriated with who stood in front of you. You tried to get out of bed, but you felt something holding you down, pressing you against the bed. At that moment you felt your lungs being crushed, air escaping your body. You tried to claw at your throat, to escape it, but you couldn't.

You squirmed, your body grasped on to the last bit of air you had, until you collapsed on the bed.

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You awoke with a start, your body shaking from fear, and your forehead beaded with cold sweat. You gasped, immediately clawing at your own throat, hoping you could breathe. Until you realized you could, you calmed down, and placed your head into your hands. What was that? Why did that happen?

You calmed down, taking deep breaths. You then looked beside you and saw that you were still on board the Millennium Falcon, in the cabin, as you saw you apparently fell asleep on a chair.

"Hey," you heard a voice say. You looked up and saw Luke standing beside you, then took a seat in the chair next to you. "You alright? You seem tense."

You laughed it off. "I'm fine Luke, thanks though."

"You're not worried about this mission are you?"

You sighed, fiddling with your hands out of nervousness. Before you were certainly confident of this mission, but ever since that dream you were now very wary of what could happen. "I'm... I'm not sure, I-"

Before you could answer you saw Han come into the room, his overpowering confidence steamed. "Hey kids, we're coming out of hyperspace. Do you remember the plan, or do I need to brief you on the mission, again?"

You rolled your eyes, remembering that he had indeed briefed you on the plan more than once just because you had kept forgetting. You couldn't help that it was in fact your first mission out alone with Han, Chewie and Luke. Before Leia would be sending you missions to usually run and get supplies, but now, you were doing something important: to steal information on the Empire on their next attack.

"Okay Han, that's enough. We'll go get our armor on, " Luke muttered, going into the back to get Stormtrooper armor on.

You sighed, going in the back to join Luke and get into your armor too.
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You remembered the plan easily, now that Han told you more than once: Get Han and Chewie and bring them into the Imperial starship for "questioning" while you and Luke go and steal information from the statistics room, and then remove them from their cell and get back on the Falcon, and also refrain from using your lightsaber as much as possible.

You felt the ship lurch, as the Falcon docked on to the Imperial ship. You stood up straight, holding your blaster in hand, pressing it up against Han, as Luke pressed his up against Chewie.

The ramp lowered, revealing two Imperial officers and several stormtroopers behind them.

"What's this?" one of them asks in a snarky tone.

"We have prisoners sir," Luke replied, shoving Chewie forward as kind as he could, because he knew he didn't want to be taken out after the mission was over. I followed Luke, shoving along Han.

Luke continued, "I believe they're apart of the Rebel Alliance. When they recently attacked us, my partner and I were the only ones alive, so they took us in for questioning, but we turned around and raided the ship, capturing them," Luke stated confidently.

The other Imperial officer nodded thoughtfully. "Well good job to the both of you, I'm sure the Emperor would be proud of your accomplishments. Bring them to a cell, we'll question them as soon as possible," he remarks, nodding his head to Luke and I.

So far so good, I thought, sighing. I shoved Han along, soon followed by Luke, taking them to a cell.

"Get in there, " You chuckled, shoving Han into the block, rather enjoying yourself since he always liked to tease you.

He sneered at you, just as Chewie had been pushed in. You smiled underneath the mask, being very fond of that moment, then you closed the door.

You then turned your head to Luke, looking at him. "Where to now?" you ask him.

"Follow me," he mutters, walking in front of you. You nodded your head, and picked up your gun and fixed your posture, then followed behind him.

Eventually you both arrived at the statistics room, and Luke slid out his Stormtrooper's ID card, and swiped it in it's slot. You held your breath, hoping it would work, as it could be expired now.

Thankfully, you heard that beautiful, accepting, ding, and you both walked right through.

Inside, there was a huge monitor, monitoring the whole station. Around that, there were control panels, and different data and dashboards all with different colored buttons and blue screens.

You turned your head, and saw many astrodroids wandering around the room, exiting and entering.

"Excuse me!"

Immediately, you both spin around and see a Stormtrooper chief , holding a datapad.

"What are you two doing in here? State your identification," he states, walking up to us, his grip tightened on his blaster.

Luke cleared his throat, "We're just maintenance sir, we were just told to go around and check everything, and it seems everything is clear."

"Soldier, this area is heavily guarded, we're fine without the maintenance, besides, this area hasn't had maintenance in several years, and your call wasn't even scheduled or-"

Luke groaned, and whipped out his lightsaber, and stabbed it right through his chest. Surprised, you gasped, wondering as to why he did that, and then took out your blaster and blasted the emergency button, so nobody could call for help, or ring an alarm.

You aimed your blaster at several other troopers, then grabbed the nearest man to you and held him by his neck, and pressed your blaster up against his head, and hissed through your teeth, "Anyone moves, he dies."

Immediately, the other troopers in the room backed down, lowering their blasters. Before anyone could anything else, you whipped out a signal scrambler, and scrambled their transmissions so nobody could get any information in, or out.

Luke smirked under his mask, and went to a computer, and slipped a chip inside it, then started to wait for the information to transfer.

A little bit after, Luke pulled out the chip and turned to you, slipping the chip inside a pocket in his Stormtrooper outfit. "Got it, let's go."

You nodded, and continued to hold on to the soldier who was in your arms until you arrived at the door, following Luke.

Unfortunately for you, just as you were about to exit, you saw a Stormtrooper stand up and he whipped out his blaster and shot you, it set for stunned.

You yelped, falling to the floor, your body feeling numb, and then at last, your vision started to get blurry, and then everything became black...
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You awoke with a snap of pain, as if you felt needles piercing your body, slowly being injected into your body. You tried to sit up, but unfortunately, it felt like you were being forced down on to the bed, like pressure being applied to your chest.

In the room you saw many IT-O interrogater droids surrounding you, along with apparently, Grand Moff Tarkin.

"Ah, at last, (L/N) (Y/N), you are awake," the Grand Moff says, inching towards you, his tall boots soared over the dark floors. You heard about his menacing look in stories, but you'd never seen him in real life, until now. His cheekbones seemed more intimidating, even.

"So it seems," you groan, as you feel another needle inject into your arm.

"Now, if you participate in my questioning, then you won't have to deal with Lord Vader, as his tactics aren't as... Merciful," he sighs, sitting in a chair in front of me, holding a datapad.

"Now, why are you here?" he questions, holding his chin in his hand, his eyes squint in thought.

"Oh you know, just came here to see how everyone was doing, I hope everyone's fine," you mutter, not enjoying the feeling of needles being stuck into your arms.

He huffed, typing something into his datapad. "I see... Now tell me, how did you sneak in?"

You sucked in air, as you felt another one being injected into you. "I just... Waltzed in... " you replied tiredly, it was as if the needles were draining your energy.

He mumbled something under his breath, then turned his datapad off. "Alright well it seems that you are not cooperating with me, so I will get Lord Vader and bring him in here, and he can interrogate you," he replies.

Already sincerely tired, you groaned and lolled your head back, your eyes drooping. "Bring it on," you mumble, then proceeded to pass out.
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"Psst, (Y/N)! (Y/N)!"

Your eyes shot open, which seemed to be a bad choice as you were greeted with the bright light of Luke's blue lightsaber, resulting in a huge headache.

"Luke!" you whisper/shouted, hissing through your teeth. "Watch where you're swinging that thing, it's right in front of my face!"

He groaned, then put his lightsaber away. "You're welcome for the rescue," he mutters, planting a kiss on your lips.

You smiled, but then groaned as you felt pains all in your arms, and aches in your sides. "Why do I ache?" you groan, trying to stand up.

"You were probably tortured," he replied, holding out a hand for you to take so you can stand up.

"Luke, I can't stand up, my arms don't even work, can I get some help or something?" you complained, a bit annoyed at your boyfriend.

"How unfortunate, maybe I won't rescue you, " he mutters, placing his hands on his hips.

You sneer at him, then behind you, you hear Han chuckle, then lean into the door frame of your cell block. "Hurry up, lovebirds! We don't have all day!"

You groaned, trying to pick yourself up, along with the help of Luke.

"Alright, let's go," you mutter, hooking your left arm around his waist, along with him wrapping an arm around you.

"Finally, let's go," sighs Han, grabbing on to both of you, and making your way towards the Falcon.
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You sat in the medical wing of the Falcon, being pampered up by the medical droid, fixing all of your bruises and unnecessary needle punctures, when Luke decided to come in.

"Hey there cutie," he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

"Hey, " you reply weakly, looking at Luke. "Thanks for the rescue."

He smiles. "No problem, just next time don't complain when your life is being saved," he laughs, brushing his blonde hair out of his face.

You smile back, admiring his cute facial features. "No promises."

He chuckles, leaning down and pressed his soft lips into your hair, kissing your head, then leaned back and stared into your eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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