(A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I just discovered that I'm running too many stories at once. This may be the final update until exams are done. :( . Anyways, thanks to all those people that took the time to fav/follow and/or review! It motivates me to keep writing!)

Chapter 7:

Rex felt pain. All he could feel was pain. And movement. Movement of the sort like the rocking of a ship.

Groaning softly, the clone captain forced his eyes open. He was on the ground, lying on his side.

Rex slowly forced himself up into a sitting position, a task that hurt like nothing he had ever felt, all the while sapping what little strength he had.

Breathing laboured, Rex began to assess his situation. Yes, he was in a ship. But also in a cell, which stunk all to much like a capture. There was definitely something wrong with his left arm, and side. He felt a little off to his stomach too.

Settling himself against the wall to keep from falling over, Rex took his left arm gingerly with his right, feeling it for damage.

Rex looked at his arm and winced. He wouldn't need to feel for damage. He could see. The armour around the wound was crusted with blood. Shab'la.

Removing the armour from the wound was terribly painful, but Rex held back the pain as he assessed the damage. The bone was splintered. There was no doubt about that. His fingers were numb, telling of serious injury.

Staring at the bone, Rex felt bile rise in his throat, but he pushed it down and looked away from the wound until he could regain control. Oh Shab'la.

The sound of a door opening alerted the wounded clone to someone entering the room. He didn't move, but remained where he was. His captor could come to him.

"Hello, Captain." A cold, feminen voice spoke. At the sound of it, Rex was alerted, dread settling down to darken his soul. "Ventress." He responded with somewhat of a snarl.

"Don't act so hostile." The Sith trainee spoke coolly, and with a hint of satisfaction.

"From what I remember," Rex responded, glaring up at her. "I was never hostile to you."

Ventress' lips thinned out into a straight line. "Oh no? You've caused trouble for me for a long time, Captain Rex."

Rex cocked his head as if he didn't understand.

"You have been under the leadership of Anakin Skywalker for a long time, Rex." Ventress spoke moving up to stand before the cell. "And I will have my revenge upon your leader."

Nodding slowly, Rex glared up at the Nightsister. "So it's for revenge that you have me here? What are you going to do?" He asked, voice cold. "Kill me and send the vid to General Skywalker?"

"Oh no, Captain." Ventress smiled cruelly. "I will give him the choice of how I punish you."

Rex just stared at Ventress, the entirety of his situation beginning to dawn at him. "The Jedi don't care about their clones." He lied.

Ventress chuckled, a cold, cruel sound. "Maybe they don't. But Skywalker does."

"General Skywalker will not trade anything for me. You'll make no profit." Rex responded angrily.

"Who said I was looking for a profit?" Ventress was inside the cell now, crouching beside him, eyes slitted as she stared into his. "The type of profit I search for is satisfaction. Satisfaction that can be obtained through pain. Your pain. Your pain will be Skywalker's pain."

Rex just stared at the Nightsister, anger assaulting him in his helpless state. "I am not connected to Skywalker in any way. He will not feel it." He responded dully.

Ventress laughed at him. "He will feel it. Because he'll be looking for you. He'll be searching for your signature." She answered, leaning closer and whispering in his ear. "And he can choose what I do to you."