Prisoner of War (Short Story)

(WIP)

Prisoner of War

Short Story

Riv Kintar sat in the shiny, black cell. The floor was glowing red with black bars covering the lighting. He only had one item: A bed. Or at least what passed for a bed around Star Destroyers. He was a prisoner on board the ''Executrix. ''The personal Destroyer of Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin, or at least that's what the rumors said. He didn't know. He continued sitting in the cold metal room. The near-silent hallway outside of his cell, well, it wasn't silent anymore. Muffled footsteps were all that Riv could hear. They grew closer when:

The door to the cell opened. Riv lifted his head up to look at the tall, gaunt-faced man in front of him. The captured Rebel opened his mouth, when the Imperial interrupted him. "You were captured after the Rebellion's stint in the southern regions of Coyerti, is that correct?" Riv nodded silently. The tall man continued. "And you were the only one captured by our soldiers?" "Y-yes, sir." said Riv. The man had a presence unlike anyone Riv had ever seen. "Well," the uniformed man said, "Forget any sense of security for your friends. We captured them an hour ago." Riv's eyes widened. "No," the Rebel said, "Kill me! Let them go!" Riv got up. The officer grabbed Riv by his uniform's collar. "You will remain in here until further notice!" the man yelled. The brief, but close look that Riv got at his face, made him notice the Imperial's accentuated cheekbones and white hair. Riv sat back down. The man turned around, and as he walked out of the cell, he said, "Grand Moff Tarkin is the title you shall refer to me as, Rebel scum." The door closed.