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             IT’S AS IF HER BRAIN, however physically unharmed it remains, locks up as a defense mechanism, & though she can feel it working against the attack, it does nothing to wean off the puncturing torment of it all. With every thrash to her personal shield, the energy going into the barricade drains what is left of her spirit  (  BRITTLE, CRUMBLING, BUT THERE, NONETHELESS ).

            In an agonizingly slow fashion, pain slowly seeps from her skin, withdrawing messily. When it has subsided enough for her to breathe, she captures a gasp from frigid air, sucking it down her throat, one after the other in mere seconds. Her eyes find the strength to force themselves open, & though her vision is significantly blurred, she does manage to capture a glimpse of bile she hadn’t noticed prior trailing from her chin to the ivory of her dress. She’d find it a miracle that she is capable of speech, however broken & fragile her voice seems.

   ❝   The Senate has ——  has no  ——  no… no connection to… to any  ——  any plans.   ❞ 

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               THE PRINCESS’S FORTITUDE is impressive, regardless of its hindrance on the successful extraction of information. Clearly Vader had been right to label her strong in spirit as well as in the Force.

               He reaches inside her && draws down more memories of pain, like lightning to dry grass. && Princess Leia burns, && burns, && burns, but she does not break. 

               Frustration stokes the flames, dimming into scorched blackness that would race up her spine && lock her lying, traitorous mouth into another scream. The interrogation droid emits a lethal hiss, clearly unsatisfied with the results both it && Darth Vader’s methods are producing. Clearly the princess requires a firmer hand. 

               The comlink on the Dark Lord’s wrist buzzes, filtering Admiral Tarkin’s voice through the line. Have you had any success with the Princess, Lord Vader? A tremor washes up under the Sith’s skin, like a seismic warning that can be felt through the atmosphere. ❝ The girl is stubborn, ❞ is Vader’s only response, to which Tarkin heaves a sigh of disappointment, the admiral being one of the only officers with the audacity to do so in front of a man capable of asphyxiating him through a comlink. Then perhaps you should pursue more…physical methods of persuasion. 

               Indefinite quiet spills throughout the cell, rich with pernicious potential that strings him tight as he turns towards the princess’s shaking body. 

 
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.