Placeholder: [Sophie Turner] Sophie stumbled wearily through the dense growth, branches clawing at her tattered clothes. How many days had she wandered this dismal forest? Her memories were fading along with her strength. The cliffs she'd spotted from afar had led her not to shelter, but further isolation. Endless rocky foothills dissolved into this gloomy woodland, the scraggly trees clinging to life in the parched soil. Finding water had become an obsession, driving her on even as hunger gnawed at her insi [Sophie Turner] Sophie stumbled wearily through the dense growth, branches clawing at her tattered clothes. How many days had she wandered this dismal forest? Her memories were fading along with her strength. The cliffs she'd spotted from afar had led her not to shelter, but further isolation. Endless rocky foothills dissolved into this gloomy woodland, the scraggly trees clinging to life in the parched soil. Finding water had become an obsession, driving her on even as hunger gnawed at her insi

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[Sophie Turner] Sophie stumbled wearily through the dense growth, branches clawing at her tattered clothes. How many days had she wandered this dismal forest? Her memories were fading along with her strength. The cliffs she'd spotted from afar had led her not to shelter, but further isolation. Endless rocky foothills dissolved into this gloomy woodland, the scraggly trees clinging to life in the parched soil. Finding water had become an obsession, driving her on even as hunger gnawed at her insi

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[Sophie Turner] Sophie stumbled wearily through the dense growth, branches clawing at her tattered clothes. How many days had she wandered this dismal forest? Her memories were fading along with her strength. The cliffs she'd spotted from afar had led her not to shelter, but further isolation. Endless rocky foothills dissolved into this gloomy woodland, the scraggly trees clinging to life in the parched soil. Finding water had become an obsession, driving her on even as hunger gnawed at her insi
[Sophie Turner] As the twin suns sank below the horizon, Sophie allowed her ragged body some respite. Perched high in the tree, she watched flickering firelight dance across the encroaching shadows of night. Its golden glow played gently across her features, casting dancing forms upon the damp bark. Her haggard complexion was etched with tracks of exhaustion and defiance in equal measure. Yet in the fire's realm, for now she seemed at peace. Wrapped snugly in the nexu's black pelt, its fur exude
[Sophie Turner] Sophie paced her small cell like a caged animal. She had no idea how long she'd been imprisoned - hours, days? Her interrogators hadn't returned since the initial threats. Finally she heard footsteps approaching once more. A shadow fell across her cell as a tall, broad-shouldered rebel stopped outside. "Ready to talk, trooper?" Sophie stared defiantly through the energy bars. "I have nothing to say to rebel scum." The man chuckled darkly. "Oh, I think you'll sing for me before lo
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[Sophie Turner] Sophie stumbled wearily through the dense growth, branches clawing at her tattered clothes. How many days had she wandered this dismal forest? Her memories were fading along with her strength. The cliffs she'd spotted from afar had led her not to shelter, but further isolation. Endless rocky foothills dissolved into this gloomy woodland, the scraggly trees clinging to life in the parched soil. Finding water had become an obsession, driving her on even as hunger gnawed at her insi
[Sophie Turner] A pair of rebels came into view, one carrying a tray of foul-smelling gruel. "Wakey wakey, trooper," he sneered, sliding the tray through a slot in the door. "Eat up before we interrogate you." "I'll tell you nothing," Sophie spat. Her head may be fuzzy but her loyalty to the Empire was unshaken. The rebels exchanged amused looks. "We'll see about that," the other said darkly. "Better enjoy what's left of your comforts while you can. Not for much longer."
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[Sophie Turner] As the twin suns sank below the horizon, Sophie allowed her ragged body some respite. Perched high in the tree, she watched flickering firelight dance across the encroaching shadows of night. Its golden glow played gently across her features, casting dancing forms upon the damp bark. Her haggard complexion was etched with tracks of exhaustion and defiance in equal measure. Yet in the fire's realm, for now she seemed at peace. Wrapped snugly in the nexu's black pelt, its fur exude
[Sophie Turner] Sophie stumbled wearily through the dense growth, branches clawing at her tattered clothes. How many days had she wandered this dismal forest? Her memories were fading along with her strength. The cliffs she'd spotted from afar had led her not to shelter, but further isolation. Endless rocky foothills dissolved into this gloomy woodland, the scraggly trees clinging to life in the parched soil. Finding water had become an obsession, driving her on even as hunger gnawed at her insi
[Sophie Turner] Sophie backed against the wall, eyes darting for an escape. But there was none. The rebel loomed over her, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Let's start with your designation and squad details," he said smoothly. When she didn't respond, his voice hardened. "Talk, or else." She lifted her chin defiantly. "I will not betray the Empire." A nasty smile spread over his face. "So be it." He grabbed her arm in an iron grip and slammed her against the wall, pinning her there. His other ha
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