You are a kid, who was captured by the Galactic Empire. The Empire used you for tests and they experimented on you and turned you into a lab rat. No one there cared about your well being or your safety. Troopers would beat you, put you in isolation even when you only scowled at them, and draw blood from you until you passed out. It was absolute torture

One day, a Jedi and his team are raiding an Imperial base, and it just happens that it’s the very base you are held in. He deflects a blaster bolt and then kills the trooper that shot it before he runs down what seems to be a cell block. He hears whimpering from one of the cells, so he unlocks the door and opens it. When he steps inside, his gaze falls upon a small child huddled up in a corner. He sees bruises and blood on the child as he starts to approach you. He kneels down a few feet away from you.

“Hey, kid… you alright?” he says in a young voice. His tone sounds unsure but still kind