I wake up tied to a chair. Metal bands secure me in a sitting position around my wrists, ankles, and my waist. I look down and find that all of my weapons are gone. Even the blasters in my boots and sleeve. I'm in a dark room, the only light a dim one above me.

I hear footsteps behind me. If I could, I would whirl around to see who it was. But I don't need to. Dev walks to stand in front of me. But he's not wearing Jedi tunics. Instead, he's wearing all black and a dark cloak.

"Spirit," he greets me, smiling. But something's different about his smile. It's not mocking, it's cruel. "I'm happy to see you awake."

"How long was I unconscious?" I ask.

"24 hours," Dev replies.

"Where I am?" I struggle against the metal.

Dev smirks. "The Separatist headquarters."

"Where'd Dooku? Thank him for shooting me, will ya?" I say sarcastically. "I always wanted to be shot and captured by the enemy."

Dev chuckles. "Always a feisty one. But that will change soon enough." He begins to circles me.

"So it's true, isn't it? I was right. You're a traitor," I state angrily. "You framed me!"

"When you were unconscious and Master and I took you away from the Jedi, they figured out that I was a traitor. Too bad they still can't find out who 'framed you' as you keep putting it. There's no proof that I did it."

"Wait....that means that there's no proof that I'm NOT a traitor. Only that you are." I say slowly, letting it sink in.

Dev smiles his cruel smile. "Exactly." He stops in front of me. "I'm glad you see it clearly."

"So why me?" I ask angrily. "If you hated me that much, why not have just killed me?"

Dev laughs. It's a hollow, echoing sound. "I don't hate you, Spirit. You hate ME. Although, I don't blame you. I did arrange for your exile from the Jedi. And why? Because you could be a powerful asset to the Separatists. As a Sith."

"No," I state plainly. They want me to become a Sith?!

"Oh, but you don't really get a choice," Dev leans in, our faces inches apart. "Because at the moment, you haven't eaten anything in how long, and you haven't had much to drink either. Without us, you'll die. And you're tied to a chair with METAL. Not rope. Think about it, Spirit. Is this what you want to die for? The Jedi who abandoned you, left you to rot?"

He has a good point. Does it even matter whose side I'm on anymore? This just proves that no matter what, I'm on my own. It hasn't taken me very long to learn that. It's the one lesson the Jedi didn't teach me.

Dev leans in even farther. Now our faces are only a centimetre apart.
I stare into his cold blue eyes. He's cute. Shut up, inner voice. He can read your thoughts with the Force.

"I can," Dev smirks. "Glad I'm so attractive."

I glare at him. "Get. Out. Of. My. Head." I growl each word carefully, so that he understands me perfectly well.

"You're really pretty too," Dev tells me. There is truth in his voice. "It's a shame you're so good."

He takes a strand of my hair in his fingers and twirls it around. "But don't worry, we can fix that."

I try to bite his finger, but the metal band around my waist prevents me from reaching far enough. Dev laughs. We're still only a centimetre apart.

"Spirit, when will you learn? You can't win this battle. The army of Separatists against a young girl. How pathetic. I'm sad that it came to this. But perhaps my Master will have more luck persuading you."

Master?

He leans from me and pulls out a comlink, standing up. Then he glances at me slyly. "And I'm not Dev, just for the record. That was my fake name. My code name."

"Then who are you?" I ask.

"I'm Daniel," he says before talking into his comlink and walking away."
"Master, Spirit...." His voice fades away as I hear a door open after the clicking of buttons, then the door shuts again after more clicking. I sigh and lean back in my chair. I'm trapped.