Tales of the Exile - I

The smallest of chuckles, if that, had escaped Cassian Abrantes. Even amongst the chaos that swirled around him, he was having a decent dream for the first time in months since he was taken. He dreamt of home, family, duty and everything in between. A sharp pain disrupted that dream, and the he slowly began to awake, as water from the ceiling dripped lightly onto his forehead. He blinked away, many times or tried to, the grogginess. Willing himself to wake up and face another day. It was just in time for lunch, breakfast was completely missed. As the small slot into the door opened, Cassian quickly moved over to place his bowl there.

They never waited, the spoon went through and turned quickly. You had to be fast, otherwise, you were eating your rations from the floor. Which Cassian had done many times, luckily he had healed up for the most part. So he was starting to make it on time. They were assholes sometimes though, they would trick you, open the slot and just toss the rations in there. Saying they wre rations was putting things lightly. It was usually some form of soup, barely even a quarter of a bowl, with a few pieces of meat. He shook his head lightly, and sometimes, they were even bastards. They would sit a tray of food right in front of where he was being held. It was a tray stacked with good food, and it would get eaten in front of him. Usually by one of the security personnel. Perhaps a way to test or break his spirit. He simply chuckled at this, but still part of him was pissed.

To say the first few weeks were rough, was putting things lightly. There was no greater hell than the one he was in. He'd rather spend a day with Veruna than deal with this. A smirk crossed his mind, on second thought.....

Fuck that...

A small drink or even a bit later, depended on how lucky he was. And he set the bowl to the side.

"Abrantes! Your next...."

He let out a small sigh. Ah yes....

In come the seeker droids. He found out easily enough that it wasn't for information, it was simply for fun.

Gods he couldn't wait until a solid opportunity presented itself. He wasn't sure where he was or who was doing this. He just knew he was going to kill every last one of them. No matter what it cost him.