Jena and Lisi Ch. 3

The mysterious black robed figure waved his fingers through the air. The girls could not resist his power and knelt on the floor before him, their arms behind their backs, their heads up in the air, and their bodies presented to him. A figure stepped out of the shadow of the black clad warrior. She wore armor similar in style to the ground troopers, yet the color was of the shiny silver Nubian style spacecraft that occasionally graced the skies of their home-world.

Cum still dribbling from their lips, the two girls were roughly pulled to their feet by the squad of troopers that surrounded them. They quickly slapped stun cuffs on them and if that wasn’t enough, for some strange reason neither of them could touch the Force anymore! Kylo and the silver masked figure both laughed heartily at the looks of confusion on the girls faces.

“We know you’re both Force sensitive.” Kylo began and the bright silver armored figure interrupted him.

“From my own design..” And it was a harsh, stern woman’s voice! Jena and Lisi began to tremble.

Captain Phasma continued. “The blood of the mystic creature the ysalamiri, circulates and permeates the material of your binds. We found a way to extract the blood while also preventing the midichlorians from dying out while doing so.” The records of the fearsome Grand Admiral Thrawn assisted us in our research.

Lisa and Jena knew about Midichlorians. They allowed sentients to communicate with the Force. The higher the midichlorian count in a being, the easier it was for that being to know the will of the Force and it determined how powerful in the Force they could become. They had heard the tales of the legendary Jedi, Anakin Skywalker. It had been rumored his count was over twenty thousand, thus making him one of the most powerful Force users in history.

Neither Jena nor Lisa had even close to the midichlorian count of the famous Jedi, but each had enough to touch the Force and use its power. With the cuffs tightly bound to their wrists neither of them had any hope of touching the Force.

As the cell door slid open, Captain Phasma intoned, “Take them to my torture chambers, on detention level AA69.” Tears ran down the girls faces as they knew by now that resistance was futile.

The squad of stormtroopers surrounded Jena and Lisi and marched them down a long hallway with Captain Phasma bringing up the rear.