Summary:

A sacrifice has been made; offering yourself to the clutches of the empire in order for your companions to be safe. You were only half of the asset that Moff Gideon had wanted. But with how strong you were with the force, you alone would suffice for the empire's plans to rise from the ashes and rule the entire galaxy once again...

Side Notes: There's a scene in clone wars season 7 where Maul was released by Ahsoka. He was also unarmed without a lightsaber, so he used the force and shielded himself with the metal walls while the clones kept shooting at him. I wanted (y/n) to have a part like that just cause it looked so cool :)

Word Count: 2228

***

You awoke slowly, seeing a glimpse of the ceiling of a ship's cell. You sat up slowly, your vision finally focusing as you were indeed imprisoned in an empire star fighter. The cell was just like any other, only during the clone wars, you were the one who would imprison criminals. But you never knew exactly how it felt like being the prisoner yourself. It was dark, cold, and most importantly, lonely. 

So, this is how it feels like to be a prisoner. You blankly thought to yourself. But your mind was elsewhere, and that was your concern for the safety of the ones whom you care about the most. Din, Grogu, Cara, and even you, Greef. Please be safe. I'll be back for you all soon, I promise.

You stood up on your feet, realizing that you were free of handcuffs. Sensing the presence of two stormtroopers guarding the entrance, you coughed as loud as your lungs could muster. 

"What's going on in there?" One of them asked.

"Please! I'm not feeling too well. You have to let me out of here, I can't breathe properly."

"Nice try Jedi scum. But your fake sickness won't work on us."

You smirked, knowing that there was also an alternative plan. Right now, you were grateful that you were a Jedi. 

You concentrated, standing in between the troopers behind the sealed door, waving your hand, "You will let me out of this cell."

"We will let you out of this cell," one of them replied in a zombie-like tone, completely entranced by your Jedi mind trick. 

The sealed door had finally been opened, allowing you to make your exit and hopefully escape the extremely large aircraft. You gazed back to see the two stormtroopers standing in a daze, snickering at how weak-minded they were, making them completely vulnerable to simple Jedi mind tricks.

You snuck around the hallways of the flying vessel, filled with marching troopers on patrol duty. You hid in a corner, peeking to look for any openings to give you an opportunity to be on the move. For lousy foot soldiers, they sure did look a lot organized and in sync when they weren't in the battlefield. They just seemed clumsy aiming with their blasters. 

It was no use, the hallways were infested with hundreds of stormtroopers. Looking up, you spotted the opening of the tube of a vent. With one last glance, you ensured that the coast was clear before effortlessly jumping right inside the tube. It was a good thing that you were a small individual, perfect fitting into inconvenient places like the vents. 

You crawled your way, careful not to make excess noise that will echo throughout the metallic tube. It seemed that the empire was in an endless supplies of these troopers, because they just kept coming and coming. 

Unbeknownst to your knowledge, you came across a faulty part of the vents, causing you to fall from the ceiling in the middle of a squad of patrolling stormtroopers. 

"What the?!"

"Um, I can explain," you raised both of your hands up in the air.

"Surrender! We have you surrounded!"

"Yeah, about that..." You forced pulled a blaster, taking out the troopers who were closest in your direction. 

"She's taking us out one by one!"

You managed to throw a few kicks and punches at a dozen troopers with your swift agility. Stretching your hands out, two of them were levitated as you used the force, bring your hands together as the two troopers collided onto one another, both thudding on the ground unconscious. 

A blaring noise echoed all throughout the large flying vessel. Red lights flashed before you, indicating that the alarm had gone off. 

"Great!" You yelled out as even more troopers surrounded you.

Looking around in every direction, you were completely outflanked by their great numbers. It looked like you were trapped, until you jumped high up in the air, flipping on the other side of the hallway and ran. Thank the stars for the force.

"Attention. The asset is on the loose in the starship. Troopers, please be advised, the asset is not armed but is still highly dangerous. She is needed to be contained back in her cell immediately. Set your blasters into stun. Again, the asset is highly dangerous and powerful. Be cautious, and engage her at all costs."

"Highly dangerous. Hmm, I kinda like that. If only I had my lightsaber with me, this whole thing would be a lot easier," you panted to yourself, still running away from the troopers. 

With more additional stormtroopers blocking your way in the front, and without your lightsaber, things just started to get a little more complicated. Looking at your left and right, you stretched your arms out to your sides, force pulling the metallic walls in front of you and using it as a shield. 

"Keep blasting her!" The stormtrooper commander ordered.

"She's too fast commander!"

"We have orders to contain her! Now keep shooting until this Jedi scum is stunned!"

You walked slowly, the shield that you made from the walls were put to good use as they were actually blocking you from their stun blasts. With a little flick of your hand, the shield on your right side flung towards the troopers and crushed them. Some on the ground, and some against their comrades. You did the same with the left side of the shield, crushing more troopers in the process. 

With the remaining uncrushed stormtroopers, you force pushed them against the wall, knocking them all unconscious from the great amount of impact. 

You panted, feeling slightly exhausted from the amount of times you used the force against the enemy. For a moment, it looked like the coast was clear. But you sensed something was not right. Looking behind you, you spotted the Moff with another squad of stormtroopers. This time, they had a heavy cannon with them, in which they fired without a second thought before you even had the time to react.

The heavy blast made impact in close proximity to you, sending you flying on the other side as you painfully landed on your back. The explosion sent some ringing in your ears, making you temporarily deaf and dazed. You groaned in pain as Moff Gideon walked towards your direction.

"Stun her," you faintly heard him order his troopers.

Once again, you were knocked unconscious, paralyzed from the stun that was fired upon you. 

The man in position knelt beside you, smirking as he laughed menacingly, "Most impressive, my dear. You fought valiantly. I must say, you had made it extremely complicated for my troopers to contain you. Lord Vader was correct when he mentioned how powerful you were, even without your precious lightsaber." He paused, igniting your confiscated weapon, "Bring her to Dr. Ershing. The experimentation will begin right away."

***

Your eyes darted opened, only to find yourself contained in a box, sealed so strongly that you couldn't even use the force. You had only seen this kind of device once in your life, but you never imagined that you would be the one to be imprisoned inside.

You spotted the Moff standing before you as your vision had finally focused. He bore a smirk in his expression, his arms boastfully crossed in front of his chest.

"Slept well?" He laughed in a sinister manner, eyeing you from head to toe looking completely powerless. 

You glared at him menacingly with your (e/c) eyes through the small window of the box. The only thing you could manage to do as the box had prevented you to move any other parts of your body. Not even lift a finger. 

"I know you have seen this kind of contraption. It was an ancient device used by the Mandalorians in case they ever imprisoned strong force users such as yourself. You cannot move, and you will not be able to use the force to your benefit no matter how powerful you are. It was difficult to find a device such as this. But now that the empire has taken over Mandalore, it had made it less complicated to obtain this."

This device had even made it impossible for you to speak. Your lips were sealed, and your hands and waist were tightly cuffed. All you were able to do was move your eyes around and breathe. 

Suddenly, the door of the device had opened. You spotted a lanky bespectacled man walk into the room, with a syringe in his hand. 

"Jedi knight (y/n), this is Dr. Ershing. He is an expert of cloning. His attempts on the past experimentations have been proven futile, as they did not have a high enough midichlorian count in their blood. But instead of cloning you, you yourself will be the ultimate weapon of the empire, as Lord Vader formerly was," the Moff grinned evilly at you.

The doctor revealed a chip, one that sent chills down your spine, "Does this look familiar to you? Yes, this was the inhibitor chip that were placed in clone troopers by the kaminoans who went against their Jedi generals and commanders. It's the ultimate weapon that eradicated most of your kind. But instead of killing Jedi, your target will be your beloved Mandalorian. Once you are injected with the chip, you will be upmost loyal to the empire, thus following my every command in order to eliminate Din Djarin. Dr. Ershing, I leave the asset in your care. Do not fail me."

With that, the Moff had left the room, leaving you alone with the bespectacled scientist. He stood still for a moment, he somehow looked hesitant to proceed with the experiment.

"This will be slightly painful. But I assure you that it will be a quick process." He paused, gazing at you with a concerned expression, "I am so sorry that this will be inflicted upon you. I truly am."

In a matter of seconds, you felt the needle pierce through the flesh of your head. The pain that you felt in that moment was unexplainable, like your whole being was being sliced in half as the chip attached itself in a part of your brain. You couldn't speak, but you were able to release muffled screams from the immense pain that you felt. In those few seconds, you real self had faded, transforming you into a completely different person. 

The Moff had returned in the room, seeing that the doctor completed his task. Dr. Ershing had his face downcast on the ground, feeling the guilt wash up within him.

"Well done, Dr. Ershing. Release the asset."

The the steel cuffs hissed as they released you. You let out a deep breath, standing on the ground as you looked at Moff Gideon who stood before you. 

"You have a task for me. A certain Mandalorian plagues the plans of the empire. Bring the child back to me." He paused, returning your lightsaber back to you, "You know what to do."

"Destroy the Mandalorian that plagues you, Moff Gideon. Long live the empire," you replied back in a monotonous tone, bowing down to the high-ranking imperial man.

***

Back in the Razor Crest, the Mandalorian scrambled as he toggled with the switches of the ship. He felt panic creep within him, smashing his hands against the wall out of anger. His companions watched him, as the ex-shock trooper grabbed a hold of him, attempting to calm the armoured man and bring him back to his senses.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. We'll find her," she calmly told him.

"I'm not gonna be fine until she's back with us. I can't lose her... Grogu can't lose her." 

"Don't worry, Mando. We'll get her back," Greef Karga gently placed his gloved hand onto the Mandalorian's armoured shoulder. "I know you love her immensely."

The armoured man nodded in agreement, spotting Grogu as he stretched his arms out wanting to be carried by his father. "I know, kid. We'll get mommy back."

"Well first, we're gonna have to track down that empire starship," the built woman suggested.

"Cara, you used to be in the rebellion. Maybe you have a way to access the New Republic prison list."

"Yeah, of course. I can do that."

"I need you to find a Mayfeld for me. He used to be empire."

"Got it. Mayfeld, ex-empire sharpshooter. Here are the coordinates for the prison."

The Mandalorian placed the coordinates for the location of the prison, getting the Razor Crest ready to jump to hyperspace. 

"Just hold on a little longer, (y/n). We'll find you soon enough."