Grand Moff Tarkin tensed as the towering and black cloaked Darth Vader entered the room. The sith lord walked past a line of Stormtroopers who practically cowered in his presence.

"Is everything set?" His chilling mechanical voice asked.

"Yes, my Lord, the princess is on board and we have sent a team to find the escape pod. It has landed on Tatooine." Tarkin answered calmly. He has spent years working alongside Lord Vader without incident. He has seen many young generals succumb to Vader's Jedi powers due to their inability to kindle his interest.

"It's all coming into place." he responded contentedly. "Question the princess, find out where the Rebel base is located. We need to continue to charge forward, I do not want another incident with those dull-witted rebel soldiers again. Strengthen the offensive forces immediately."

"What about the Twins?" Grand Moff questioned hesitantly. The twins were always a tense subject to bring up.

"My secret weapons." He hummed almost joyously. If he were to show any emotions, it would be regarding the two young adults he has grown so fascinated with. He stepped forward to gaze at his work.

Arya and Eli Restov sat in separate chambers. The walls were plate glass, they could see each other and the guards who were constantly on watch, but had no chance of breaking free or escaping in any way. They were only about 10 feet wide, making them feel like fish in a bowl.

Darth Vader watched in amusement as Eli staggered, his muscles spasming as he ached to run for miles and miles. He bumped against the glass and in the blink of an eye was against the back wall on his knees. His cheap makeshift hospital robes were ripped and dirtied from the months spent in confinement.

Arya was more reserved than her twin. Her fingers danced and twirled as she moved the blocks she had received in order to practice with her new found power. Her eyes were wide and held a far off look, the mental strain she had endured causing her to feel fuzzy and not like herself at all.

Vader watched them with pride. My hard work has paid off. Soon they will be the most dangerous weapons the Empire has ever seen.

"What exactly are they capable of, my Lord?" His thoughts of destroying the rebellion were interrupted by a low-ranking general he hadn't even bothered to learn the name of.

"His is an increased metabolism, he can run at the speed of light. Hers, well she is more complex." Vader began to explain and kneeled down in front of Arya's cell. "She deals with telekinesis and mental manipulation. She will tear you apart from the inside." He watched, almost admiring the way the red waves of energy floated out of her fingertips and twirled the blocks in the air.

"The experiments were successful, they shall be able to go out in the field in a matter of days." Tarkin interjected. "But we should put forward a series of tests, they still are not conformed to the dark side."

Vader immediately tensed his shoulders and stood, towering over the generals in the room. "They will. If they are anything like their father, we shall have no trouble persuading them." He suddenly thought of an idea. "Bring me the princess, we will test our witch and get our answers." He ordered and immediately a group of Stormtroopers marched out of the room to fetch Princess Leia.

Arya sighed to herself. With every passing day it felt as if it was getting harder to breathe. She dreamed of walking out of her cell and being free. Free. What does that even feel like. Even if I was to get out it's not like I would ever be normal again.

She shivered thinking about the experiments she had undergone. Being strapped to a cold metal table, being injected with God knows what. She remembers screaming, screaming for her brother, for her loyal friend Han to come to her rescue, for anyone to hear her pleas.

She could always hear her brothers cries of agony from the next room. The tears never stopped.

Han, I wonder what he's doing right now. He has no idea we were captured, he probably thinks we're just on a hard job that's taking a long time. Han Solo was the man she considered her older brother. Granted, Eli was 7 minutes older and will never let her forget it. She wished they had never been separated. Dammit she even missed the wookie.

She felt tears sting her eyes, thinking of what her life was over a year ago. Before the Empire, before the powers. She was the happiest she had ever been, traveling with the three people who meant the most to her.

But she was never truly fulfilled. She dreamed of falling in love. Being with someone who wasn't family or a self appointed family member like Han and Chewie. She wanted someone who loved her, a really passionate love she had only read about in stupid novels she found left in bars.

Her thoughts of a better life were halted as a beautiful petite woman wearing a long white dress was brought into the room. She didn't seem scared at all. She held her chin high and radiated a confidence that Arya admired.

Leia kept calm as she was brought towards Vader. Yes he scared the hell out of her but she was not about to let that show. "I will not show weakness, I will not show fear. They will not get the satisfaction" was the mantra she repeated in her head since she boarded the foul Death Star. Her head turned and the fear she kept hidden immediately surfaced. She saw a male and female who had clearly been greatly harmed.

"Welcome princess, it's an honour to have you on board." The mechanical voice spat out harshly. Leia slightly winced, knowing what was about to come was not going to be pleasant. "We know it won't be easy getting you to talk so we thought we start with some heavy persuading. Open the doors." He ordered to a man sitting at a control panel across the room.

Arya lifted her head in shock as the door on the left wall start to lift. This is not good. Anytime those doors have been opened it meant injections and experiments, torture, and worse. She felt her pulse spike, she could feel it pounding in her head. She gingerly stood, her shaky legs not allowing her to move forward. A Stormtrooper entered, roughly grabbing her arm and practically dragged her out of her room.

Eli lifted his head, his eyes wide in fear for his sister. He knew what was coming to her and it killed him that he couldn't do anything to protect her the way a big brother should. He began banging on the glass yelling at them to let her go.

"No! No please take me instead! Don't touch her!" He cries fell on deaf ears as Vader ignored him and grabbed Arya's arm from the trooper. She flinched at the contact, terrified at what he would do to her.

"Now, my witch, you will get the princess to talk. Use your powers, use any means necessary to get the answers I need." His voice sent chills up her spine as he leaned closer, as if he meant to whisper. Arya made eye contact with the beautiful girl, the princess. They stared at each other, both in fear at Vader's command.

She doesn't deserve this. Arya didn't even know this woman, yet she felt an odd connection to her. She could read her quite easily. She saw her fear, her home planet, her adoptive father, her friends all being destroyed by the Empire. The Rebellion succumbing to the power of the dark side. I will not let this happen.

"No." Her voice was shaky and rough from unuse. She held her chin high like she saw the princess do when she entered and for the first time in a long time she started to feel like her old self. She went cold as Vader uttered his next command.

"Take her to Cellblock D."

No, no, no, anywhere but there. She screamed as her arms were grabbed and they began to push her towards the exit. She could hear Eli screaming for her once again. Begging them not to hurt her. It was no use, it was always no use, they would just hurt her more if she begged for mercy.

"If you knew what was good for you, you would start cooperating and realize your potential if you join me where you truly belong." Darth Vader spoke from behind her.

"I'll never join you! I am not worthless scum like my father!" She was able to yell before the doors closed behind her. She was practically hyperventilating as Cell Block D came into view. She had many memories of this place, memories that would haunt her for the rest of her life. She felt a strange feeling of despair and relief at the thought of finally succumbing to the torture they inflict on her.

She was pushed onto the table in the middle of the room. Her limbs were immediately strapped down, her hands twisted under the table and tied intricately so she couldn't use her powers against them.

She closed her eyes, awaiting the pain she was about to endure. She felt the heavy machine against parts of her body, heard the whirring of it starting up and screamed as the shocks came. She felt a hand on her ankle, stroking the bare skin. The hospital gown she was forced to wear did not cover much. The hand travelled further up her leg. No, not again. Please. She silently pleaded, knowing her cries only made them angrier.

Arya clenched her eyes shut, trying to find a way to alleviate the pain and block out the scum bag touching her. Someone please find me! Han, I need you! Anyone please!

She dreamed of love. Having a soulmate, a person who would love you unconditionally and protect you. She believed everyone had one and she hoped she would one day get off this hellish ship and find him. She had no idea she would meet hers in a couple days time and she would never forget the farmboy that saved her.

Luke Skywalker stood outside his home, staring out at the setting twin suns that casted a purple and orange glow across the sky. He was so mad at his uncle for making him stay on this planet. All he wanted more than anything was to leave, to join the academy and finally make something of his life.

He suddenly felt a stab of pain in chest making him gasp lightly. His hand clutched at his heart that started to beat faster.

He looked down at his hand, expecting to see blood but there was none. He moved his shirt down to look at his skin, thinking there had to be a wound or something that caused the pain, but there was nothing.

Luke furrowed his brows and stifled a cry of pain as more sharp stabs ran through his whole body. His head snapped up and his gaze shifted frantically across the sandy dunes that surrounded him. He could've sworn he heard his name being called.

He narrowed his eyes, straining his ears to hear more. He hoped he wasn't going crazy. The faint whispering he heard caused goosebumps to rise on his skin. He could only make out a few words.

Find her….needs helps….Arya.

"Arya…" He whispered softly and immediately winced as the feeling in his chest tightened even more, leaving him to wonder if he was having a heart attack.

Luke stood outside until it was dark, even long after the pain had subsided. He waited to hear the voice again, to find out more but it was silent. He begrudgingly stood and made his way inside and crashed onto his bed.

He closed his eyes but he knew sleep would be evading him. He really hoped he wasn't going crazy, but what other explanation was there? Luke sighed deeply and pulled at his shaggy hair.

"Arya." He whispered in the silence of his room. Once again, his chest tightened uncomfortably.

Ok, first edited chapter is done. Hope you all enjoyed it.

I changed her name to Arya just because I like it a lot better. Like I've said, Arya and Eli are not part of the avengers universe, this is not a crossover, I just find their powers really interesting and wanted to include it in the star wars universe with my own characters.

Enjoy! xx