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02 || Nightmares of Corellia
Note || I listened to ‘Head Above Water’ by Avril Lavigne and ‘See You Again’ by Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth while writing this so prepare for some sad moments. I’m so sorry. I plan on making a book involving Naia and the original trilogy so there aren’t too many flashbacks. If there are some mistakes, please let me know and I will happily fix them!
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:
Naia and The Mandalorian make camp as nightfall approaches, but when she closes her eyes and actually gets some sleep for once. Though the peace she feels is short-lived and all crushed by the nightmares induced from her past, all while under the observant eye of her Mandalorian captor. –The Chapter begins in The Mandalorian’s POV–
𝐂𝐖: This chapter will contain various scenes of graphic violence, mature content, and possibly traumatic details. Blood, Gruesome injury, Murder {mention}, Trust issues, Youngling Naia, Order 66 {mention}, Emotional trauma, Torture, electrocution, Peril, Action, Violence, Language, PTSD {kinda?}, Anxiety. [LMK If I missed any!]
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The Mandalorian had just put the peculiar green child back into his pram, after having climbed out twice. In some weird way, he found it a little cute. Not that he’d ever admit that aloud, nor would he allow himself to become attached. It was a quarry, and so was she.
He sighed coarsely before glancing back over at the hotheaded woman. She was exceptionally bewitching with her Lapis blue eyes that shifted to a nordic blue in the sun, and her natural rosy downturned lips. There was no denying her beauty, he’d be fooling himself if he even tried to tell himself that she wasn’t.
The sound of her body shifting made his attention return back to reality and end his intense gaze, though he kept glancing over every other minute. She had turned over on her side and was now facing him, a disturbed frown curling on her lips. It made him curious about what she had been dreaming about; truthfully, there was a lot about her that made him curious. Like how she earned such a high bounty over her head.
Her words left an imprint in his brain. ‘It's hard to blame my parents for ever having me when they're both stardust.’ Did that mean they were both dead? They must be. He had never heard someone make a jest about their dead parents, but he wasn’t about to criticise her sardonic humour. There were more odd beings in this galaxy she’d be at the bottom of his list of experiences.
A soft sigh left her lips as her brows twitched. He could deduce from personal knowledge, that she was having a nightmare but he refused to bother her.
Dreaming never came easily for Naia. In fact, nightmares often became normal occurrences for her ever since the fall of the Republic. At first, it was terrible visions during her meditation sessions with Master Kenobi, but he always told her not to focus on the future, especially when it is always changing.
And then the supreme Chancellor had been abducted, that’s when the nightmares officially began. It confused her because the pictures she saw in her nightmares were usually about the supreme Chancellor, and she had never officially met the man.
After falling comfortable, it didn’t take long for her unconsciousness to overwhelm her consciousness and the nightmares began.
Naia could still hear the screams of her clan reverberating in her eardrums. It was haunting, but the frenzied beat of her heart nearly drowned the pain out. She felt confused, frustrated, and petrified.
How could the clones, men that fought alongside the Jedi, turn against them as easy as it was to blink?
Why couldn’t she help the lone Padawans who attempted to protect her and her fellow Younglings? And what was Naia supposed to do now? She had no one. She didn’t know who her parents were and even if that knowledge had been in her brain, how could she get to them?
It had been hard enough to hitch a ride on a smuggler’s freighter, she couldn’t imagine even trying to get back to her homeworld, Scarif.
Naia sniffled before crouching down behind a few crates in the dark and dreary alleyway. She needed to check to see if there had been any messages from the Jedi Temple, though deep down, she knew it was improbable.
When she activated the datapad connected to the Jedi’s holonet, a message had been posted not long after she landed. A quiet gasp slipped through her lips, scratching her withering throat due to the perpetual weeping on the freighter.
Master Kenobi’s blue holo appears, looking just as devastated. “I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi. Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple.”
Tears stung her eyes as she pursed her lips tightly, in order to prevent herself from crying anymore. It was obvious that her chin had been trembling, her whole body was shaking. The pain sat heavily on her chest. It was a surprise that she could muster any more tears. After a few seconds, his figure disappeared and she swiftly stuffed her datapad into her satchel before bringing her hands up to wipe the tears from her slightly grimy cheeks, ignoring the prickling pain her salty torment brought to the scrapes on her palms.
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Corellia had clouds of brown braze, almost like Coruscant but instead of it being limited to the lower levels and the outskirts of the top, the braze from factories had been all over the planet. (At least that's what she could see from the viewport.)
The lightpoles on the impoverished streets began to glow and she could only assume that it meant nightfall was soon to loom over.
And when nightfall came, that meant she’d be robbed of the only light in her newfound life.
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Lights flashed along the barriers, gathering the attention of the troopers sitting on gate turrets, their barrels swivelling to seek out any threat. Naia looked between Qi’ra and Han frantically, not knowing what to do. She was only thirteen and usually looked to Han for guidance, though he was the same age.
The grate had shut and separated her and Qi’ra from Han, it hurt her that he’d have to leave them behind but she knew that he had to. Naia didn’t want Han to be caught as well.
Strong arms grabbed her and Qi’ra but Naia never went without a fight, so she began to squirm as tears rushed to her eyes. Han banged against the transparisteel hysterically, with no avail of getting through to help either of them.
“Han, go now! I will look after Spira!” Qi’ra hysterically cried out, just as upset as Naia was.
Han looked from his first love to Naia, and she nodded furiously while trying to hold back her own tears. ‘Go’ was mouthed from her lips and he slowly backed up, reluctant to leave them but the look she sent him made him nod.
“I’ll come back!” He shouted and it broke her heart so much, that she gave up her struggle and allowed her captor to hold her tightly. “I will!” He promised again before running out of sight.
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Her sobs choked in her throat as she tried to hold them back, but the pain on the inside of her thigh burned like electricity zapping through her every nerve. The trickle of blood didn’t soothe her mind either.
“Get off me, tailhead!” She wailed while kicking and twisting her body in an attempt to loosen their grip. Though it was a deadweight attempt.
The rusty blade left a nauseous ache in her head, just as much as the thought of them burying it into her thigh. Their snickers burned into her memory like a branding iron, the anger and pain only poured dirty into the deep wound.
Do not give up, young one. You have the ability to get away. Trust in the force.
The small voice in her mind was the only thing that gave her confidence and the hope that ignited it.
With one last cry, she brought her foot up and slammed it into the first assailant's chest and kicked him away with all her strength. And as he cried out, she grasped onto the wrists holding her back, and she managed to pull him over her shoulders.
When his back hit the ground, she ran. And she ran with all the might in the galaxy, a small limp hindering her movements but not enough to sabotage her escape.
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“Just tell me where your, scumrat of a brother is, and I will happily let you go.” The feminine voice was hoarse and ugly, Naia hated it with a passion but remained calm as could be.
Naia, fifteen years old, sat in a worn-down chair with cuffs binding her wrists to the arms of the wood. Sweat trailed down every sector of her body from torture, and her hair was matted in knots caused by the rough hair pulling.
She smiled tiredly but also defiantly before tilting her head at the ugly Zabrak with pasty white skin. “I.don’t.know.” Naia croaked out as best as she could with a parched throat.
The Zabrak holding the electrostaff growled before jabbing the crackling electricity into her ribs angrily. Naia’s lips trembled as she tried to hide the evidence of pain because she didn’t want to give that satisfaction. But after more seconds passed with no end in sight, she screamed. It came out as a high-pitch shriek, but it was as if she couldn’t hear it herself.
Her body convulsed as it came to an end. She could feel her heart against her chest as it yelled at her for being so defenceless, nearly drowned out by the pounding of her head.
“How about we add another scar, so you can remember me.” They purred before retrieving a vibroblade from her waist, twirling it with an evil smile on their lips.
The blade came down to the top of her spine and her breath crushed to a stop. Their soft hum echoed in her ears as the blade carved into her skin furiously. She couldn’t even scream. Instead, Naia sobbed. She sobbed harder than she ever had.
“If I can’t get Han, I will make sure he knows he pissed off the wrong person!” They shrieked, though coming to an end of their writing.
Naia felt the familiar burn on her spine and allowed a tear to slip down her burning cheek, too tired to continue fighting.
She closed her eyes and allowed her head to sink onto her chest. Footsteps becoming more distant, “leave her. Han will get the message. He’ll be here to collect his precious sister. We’ve got business elsewhere.”
A heavy hand on her shoulder jolted her awake, instantly bringing her hands up to defend herself. But her eyes met the visor of the Mandalorian, standing over her menacingly.
“Do you always loom over unsuspecting women when they are sleeping?” She drawls sarcastically, not feeling the desire to admit that he had shaken the bolts out of her.
“Didn’t scare you, did I?” His modulated voice quipped patronizingly.
She scoffed before sitting up for a moment. “What was the reason for waking me up?” Her question led him from whatever he was thinking before.
“You were crying in your sleep. It was distracting.” He said in a vacant tone.
“Then let me cry in my sleep? I don’t care.” She snapped slightly before leaning back again.
The nightmares had caused her heart to beat rapidly, it almost hurt with the pressure it put on her chest. She closed her eyes and pressed a shaking hand onto the earth’s sand, taking calming breaths to try and connect with the force that surrounded her. Though it was hard to accept the sensation of the granulated surface, she absolutely despised sand. It was one of her hidden phobias.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?” She finally asked, after moments of silence but did not open her eyes to give him the light of day.
When he didn’t respond right away, she opens her tired eyes and glanced over curiously. The feeling of his hard stare on her almost made a small blush touch her cheeks, but she remained as stoic as he had.
“And have you slit my throat in my sleep? Yeah, right.” He replied sarcastically before turning back to his removed chest plate.
She could see that he was trying to fix it, but in her opinion, he was better off getting it replaced. Not like she’d ever suggested it. He was probably gonna earn enough from turning her in, that he could simply do just that.
“Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up at dawn.” He muttered and as much as she wanted to snap back; a small yawn crawled out from her throat.
“Fine. . .” She slurred quietly before lowering her head onto her chest to get a little more rest.
The Mandalorian remained quiet until she was too far into unconsciousness to even notice if he had spoken or not.
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