#side a literally is not allowed to form any planets capable of withstanding more than plant life and even then has to like

[ukusreticence]

destined for isolation - side a

[doctenwho]

Sad Truths

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! Not too heavy for me, but it did stump me for a couple days (as did Tumblr who didn’t tell me I had an ask until I opened the site on my desktop 4 days after recieving it). I tried my best, so hopefully it’s what you were looking for! Hope this finds you on a good day, and best wishes! :)

Warnings: Sort of depression, sadness, kidnapping (but not really).

Word Count: 3,797

Summary: Look at the prompt :3

**Gif is not mine, credit to the creator**

The Doctor was truly disgusted with himself. He couldn’t even believe he’d managed to lose his companion on a strange, unknown planet. He’d lost her on a planet that he didn’t even know very well. He’d promised to keep her safe, and now he’d gone and lost her.

He’d really thought she was behind him, and it had taken just a second too long to notice that (Y/N)’s usual chatter turned silence only meant that she was no longer behind him. A second too long.

He’d turned to unlock a door with his sonic screwdriver, been turned away for maybe five seconds and now she was lost somewhere in this old abandoned building with who knows who.  

It was a series of trial and error trying to find his companion in the building—there was really no way for him to know where she’d gone, or where she had been taken. So, he had to look everywhere, quite literally.  

And, just like how things usually played out, she was in the last remaining room he looked in.

She was tied to a chair, gaze down.  

He thought she was unconscious, since she didn’t look at him—hadn't made any movement as he slowly pushed the door open. It almost pained him to see his usually so happy companion tied to a chair, looking so... so despondent.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, distraught with what he saw. It took three strides to be across the room and kneeling beside her. The Doctor lifted his hand to catch under her chin, pulling her face up, only to see her eyes open. “What’ve they done to you?”

Any and all light that was usually clouding her eyes was gone. Wiped away leaving... an empty shell. Looking in her eyes, he couldn’t seem to find his cheerful companion there. She was conscious, awake. Alive. But it wasn’t (Y/N). It wasn’t the (Y/N) he knew.  

“I don’t know,” you replied, voice monotone. “I... I don’t know what they’ve done.”

“It’s alright,” the Doctor swallowed, hands moving from your face to start untying the knots holding your wrists to the chair you were sat in, “it’s alright. You’ll be alright, right?”

“I'm... not sure.”

The Doctor couldn’t for the life of him seem to figure out what they’d done to his companion. They’d obviously done something. This was not the person he’d spent all his time with for the past however long you’d been travelling with him.  

It made a rock form in his stomach, because this was you. But it wasn’t all the same. Something was wrong. They’d done something to you, but he couldn’t off the top of his head determine what.

“I’ve got you,” the Doctor continued on in hopes of dragging you from whatever depth you were in by verbally leading you out, “you will be okay, I’ve got you.”

He finally managed to untie the knots on both your wrists, but instead of you jumping up, and onto him like he’d hoped you would’ve, you slumped into your chair, chin dropping to your chest and legs all but crumbling under you.  

If you hadn’t still been sitting, the Doctor was sure you would’ve flopped right down to the floor.  

His hand shot out to grab you the second he saw you sinking towards the floor, and his heart hammered in his chest as he watched you crumble. He never wanted to see this—not to anyone, and certainly not to a companion he’d grown to love.

“I’ll get you out of here. We’ll get out of here, and we’ll leave this planet.”

The man had stood, arranging you on the chair so he could look around the room for a moment in hopes of finding anything that could help him piece together what had happened. Anything that could be a clue, or possible things they could’ve done to you, or given you.

You said nothing where you sat. Barely moved. You wanted to watch the Doctor, to follow him around the room and see what he was doing, but there was a bigger, stronger part of you that felt like it had zero energy. The stronger part of you was uninterested with it, couldn’t be bothered to care.  

It was a feeling you weren’t unfamiliar with, but it was strange that you... couldn’t cover it up now.  

Off to the other side of the room was a table cluttered with a bunch of stuff. Syringes, vials of liquids, bottles of medications. Someone had been planning this. Or something of the sorts.  

The Doctor read through the labels on the medications quickly, studied the vials and thought hard about what could possibly going through your system.  

Right of the bat, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The medications were universal. Not belonging to one single place, but instead reaching far across the universe. Some even reaching as far as the earth you were from. Most were familiar, the Doctor had seen them before. Know what they were for, knew symptoms of taking them.

The vials however, were like nothing the Doctor had seen. Not in this galaxy, nor the next. Some blend of... everything. But he couldn’t know what until he was back at the TARDIS. The TARDIS would be able to break these down, but just looking at them, he couldn’t be sure.

And trying them himself was out of the question. Not when he could see something on this table had changed his companion so drastically.  

He needed to get you to safety. Whoever had taken you could be back any moment. And that really wasn’t something he wanted to deal with right now. Not when he was sure if whoever had taken his companion showed their face, he probably wouldn’t be able to stop himself from killing them for touching his companion.  

The Doctor swiped all the vials and medication bottles towards himself, shoving them in his jacket pockets two at a time. They clinked against each other, but he was quite sure nothing would break. It wasn’t measly earth glass; these bottles were designed to be able to withstand spaceships launching and coming in and out of orbit, as well as beings with intense strength.  

With everything hidden away in his pockets, he moved towards you. Kneeling in front of you and drawing your hazy attention in by cupping your cheeks and directing your attention onto him.  

“Can you move?”

“I’m so tired,” you whispered, eyelids drooping and head slipping forwards. The Doctor’s hands slipped a bit down your cheeks to hold you more securely by the sides of your jaw instead of your cheeks. “I can move.”

“I’m sorry this has happened,” the Doctor murmured softly, slowly pulling you to your feet, “I’m so, so sorry, (Y/N).��� The Doctor wrapped his arm around your shoulders to secure you, and his other hand came over to grab your arm that was pressing against him to help balance you even more.  

“It’s not your fault,” you answered him, pressing into his side in exhaustion. You’d barely taken two steps, but you couldn’t seem to manage to pull yourself out of this state like you were usually capable of.  

“I should’ve been paying closer attention,” the Doctor snarled, more to himself than to you. “I shouldn’t’ve allowed them to take you. I should’ve... Do you remember anything?”

“They... put their hand over my mouth. Dragged me away from you. I couldn’t breathe,” you recalled honestly, “then they... brought me to that room... tied me up.”

“Good, very good, (Y/N),” the Doctor praised softly, “anything else?”

“They filled a syringe with... something, and injected it in my neck. It burned.”

“I’m so sorry,” the Doctor repeated, mentally kicking himself for allowing that to happen to you. “Do you remember which vial they filled the syringe with?”

“Orange,” you blurted. You’d never usually tell the Doctor everything as openly as you just had. You didn’t want him to be worried about you, not when there were so many other things for him to take into consideration. “It was the orange one.”

“Good,” the Doctor breathed, “you’re a brilliantly clever girl, (Y/N). I don’t know what they’ve done to you, but I will figure it out. I promise you.”

It took a while, but the Doctor was able to lead you out of the building. He saw no signs of anyone else in the building, which only added more questions to the already growing list. There were so many unknowns about this.  

But he was going to get to the bottom of this, and he was going to cure you if it was the last thing he did.

When the two of you reached the TARDIS, the first things the Doctor did was settled you on the seat in the console room. He wished that there were seatbelts, but, well, seatbelts were pretty useless when the two of you were usually standing.  

He wanted to get you up and away from this planet before he got into figuring out what they’d done to you. He needed you to be somewhere safe, where he wasn't afraid someone would burst through the doors and threaten to take you away.  

He needed the two of you to be somewhere safe, so he could focus wholeheartedly on returning you to your usual self. He needed to focus, and he couldn’t very well do that when the two of you were still on that dreadful planet.  

The Doctor managed to stabilize the TARDIS in orbit, safe up in space where nothing could get to you unless they’d placed some sort of tracker and could fly a ship incredibly well, which, going off the equipment he’d seen on the planet, was highly unlikely.  

When the Doctor turned to you, he was surprised to see you still seated on the chair. You hadn’t... cheered up at all, but you were still sitting straight up, which was a win in the Doctor’s books. As bad as it sounded, in the state you were in, he’d expected you to hit the floor on the relatively swerve-y parts of the flight.  

“Are you holding up?” the Doctor asked from across the room, glancing back at you as he unloaded his pockets. Dropping bottle after bottle on a table off to the side of the room.

“’suppose so,” you mumbled, not bothering to draw your attention up towards him.

The Doctor really didn’t know what to think about this situation. You seemed fine. You were answering questions perfectly well. You were conscious and responsive. When prompted you spoke, but you were still tired and woozy, and the Doctor wouldn’t trust you on your own feet at this point.

They’d done something to you, but it was so weird and like nothing he’d ever seen before.  

The man got to work right after checking in on you. The TARDIS, much like K9, could analyze samples of things. Could break down the components and list off everything.  

The TARDIS was able to delve deeper into things. Possible outcomes and symptoms of each component after being administered to a person, names of concoctions people had developed, how things varied between humans and other life forms the Doctor and the TARDIS had come across in their travels.  

Basically, his TARDIS was a genius, and the Doctor loved her very much. Like Doctor, like TARDIS.

The Doctor located the orange vial first, as his companion had mentioned it, and only it.  

It was viscous, much like cough syrup down on earth. That would’ve been why it burned entering (Y/N)’s blood stream. It was thick, unlike the blood circulating her systems. Only an idiot would inject something thick like that into someone’s body.

The Doctor dipped his finger into the syrup, then smelt it hesitantly. It didn’t smell. Maybe it had a bit of a sweet twinge to it, but overall, it was odorless.  

The man dabbed the finger he’d dipped in the vial onto the sensor the TARDIS offered, and then the TARDIS was calculating. It could take anywhere from a few second to ten minutes, so the man stepped back to read through everything else he’d swiped off the table in more depth.

Nothing more could be solved by reading alone. Everything that was labelled he knew of, and none of it would do anything like was being done to his companion. And the vials were all homemade. None had labels. None lists ingredients. He’d need to run them all through the TARDIS to know what they were.  

“I don’t understand,” the Doctor sighed from where he was leaning against the wall by the TARDIS screen. He’d been watching you since he grew bored of finding nothing on any of the bottles a few minutes prior. “This doesn’t make sense; I don’t know how to help you.”

“You can’t,” you responded emotionlessly.  

“I can,” the Doctor promised, “I just don’t know how... the TARDIS will give me what I need to know, and then I can help you. I will help you.”

“You can’t,” you repeated, almost pleading with the Doctor.

The man didn’t bother trying to refute you this time, instead just turned his head away from you to stare off to the other side of the room. He couldn’t understand why you were so adamant that he couldn’t help you—not when he believed he could. He knew he could help you. Whatever had happened, he was going to fix it.  

It was three minutes later that the results popped up on the TARDIS screen. The Doctor threw himself at the console, leaning into it and almost nose to nose with the screen as his eyes swept over the information.  

There was a lot of components to whatever the orange vial was. Five prominent, ten background and three fillers. Some of the components were medications off the table, other unknown, and a few, the Doctor was sure were the contents of the other vials.  

But the most prominent component...

“It’s a truth serum,” the Doctor breathed, blinking at the screen before slowly looking towards you. “But it can’t be...”

The longer the Doctor looked at the list of ingredients, the more he saw truth serum. Everything in that list had something related to truth serum. Maybe not directly, but underlying at least. It wasn’t just truth serum you’d been given; it was incredibly strong truth serum.  

No place sold truth serum. It was almost taboo to make, outlawed across a solid percent of the universe. People were incredibly frightened at the thought of losing their will to keep secrets. The Doctor had only come across truth serums a handful of times in his long life.  

But looking at you, he couldn’t see truth serum. Maybe when you gave a response to questions he asked he could, but just looking at you, it looked as if they’d kept you awake for days, worn you down over time—but you’d only been gone for a half an hour tops before he’d found you. You looked tired, and sad, and the Doctor wasn’t sure where to go from here.  

“A truth serum wouldn't... something’s not right. You’re not the same... there’s something more than a truth serum-- (Y/N), it doesn’t... it doesn't make sense.” The Doctor drew a hand through his hair, pulling it up and making it stand up at odd angles.  

He didn’t know what to say, and that was rare. He always had something to say—not always appropriate for the situation at hand, and sometimes even rude, but here and now, he didn’t what to say. He didn’t know how to help you.  

The two of you were silent for a while, the Doctor lost deep in thought, trying and failing to come up with any way to help you. To bring back his companion. He was going over formulas in his head, giving every single medication, or chemical on the table his complete attention.  

And he didn’t look up until you spoke, voice soft and uncertain. You hadn’t spoken unless being prompted first since he’d found you, so the Doctor’s attention instantly fell on you.

“Sometimes I think I was born with a leak,” you whispered just loud enough for the Doctor to hear. You were bearing your heart to him, and you really weren’t sure if it was the truth serum or your own free will at this point, “I think any goodness I started with just... slowly leaked out of me and it’s all gone now.”

“No, you can’t say that,” the Doctor pleaded, standing and moving towards you swiftly, “you’re brilliant. You’re so good. You’re one of the best beings I’ve ever come to know-”

“I’ll never get it back in me.” You spoke over the Doctor without meaning too. You barely heard a word he said, too lost in your own head, “no matter how hard I try, I’ll never get it back. It’s all gone.”

“It’s not,” the Doctor promised, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them. He wasn’t sure if that was to comfort you, or himself. This was breaking his heart. “You’re alright, I’ll... we can fix it. We can get it back. You’re very good, we can... we’ll find you some good—you're good for me.”

“I was broken long before I met you,” you mumbled, sounding tired, “you can’t fix it.”

“But you’re... you’re so happy, and you’re cheerful. You’re always smiling, I love that smile. I don’t understand, (Y/N). Really, I don’t. You’re... you’ve never been broken before. You’ve never been not good--”

“I fake it,” you admit, “it’s a charade. I pretend. I pretend for you.”

“You... you pretend?”

“Not always,” you shook you head with a frown, “but a lot of the time. I want to be the companion you need. I’m not that companion, so I pretend to be.”

The Doctor didn’t know how to feel. Deep down he related to it. To what his companion was putting into words. He really did. And that’s something he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.  

Since losing his whole planet and being angry at the universe, and himself, he knew exactly what she was talking about. The despair, and the heartbreak, and the feeling that nothing would ever be right. The anger and the conscious effort he needed to make the right choice, to not fall into a pit of... emotions.  

It was a bit better now that he’d had a couple hundred years to stew on it, but when he was younger, he wasn’t who he is today. He never had something to drag him out of it. To talk him away from whatever it was he’d done.  

Losing Gallifrey had sucked that good out of him.  

But he’d been getting it back. With the help of his companions. From Rose, and Martha, and Donna, and now (Y/N), who’d been nothing but the angel on his shoulder guiding him along. She was the good in him. She brought it out in him, reminded him of who he was now.

There were still times when he found himself resorting back to who he had been, but then he looks over and he sees her face—her smile and he always makes the right choice for her sake.  

It broke his heart that she was going through this too. That she felt like she did, even when he knew it wasn’t true. He’d never met a kinder, gooder, companion in all his years, and he hated that she couldn’t see it.  

The Doctor reached up to rub at his own eyes, only to find wetness. He was crying. He tried not to make a habit of crying in front of his companions, but he really couldn’t help himself.  

He’d never been so sad over something one of his companions had said. He’d never thought one of his companions could be as troubled as he is. And that he hadn’t even known.

(Y/N) had hidden this-- had covered it with a smile and he’d been none the wiser. She’d been suffering and he hadn’t even noticed. He felt like a terrible person. He thought he knew his companions well, but he clearly didn’t.

“You’re a great person, (Y/N),” the Doctor sniffled, drawing in your attention. “I don’t think I’ve ever found a companion as good as you, and I probably never will.”

You looked up from your lap, frowning hard as you studied the Doctor. You were starting to come out the truth serum, you thought, so your energy was returning. You still couldn’t manage to put on your façade of okay-ness, but you could at least sit up and speak without needing to be prompted. The Doctor had tears rolling down his cheeks, attention focused on you.  

“You’re crying,” you mumbled in surprise. You’d never really seen the Doctor cry, so it was quite a shock.

“I am,” the Doctor agreed with a sad laugh, “the truth serum they gave you was so strong you can’t be bothered to put up a front. Your body refused to fake being happy because it was a lie, and it’s taken this for me to see that you’re suffering.”

You didn’t know what to say as the Doctor wiped his face with his hands. He pushed a hand up his face, only to run it back through his hair again. He sighed heavily before giving you a tiny, still saddened smile, “I think I’ve been rubbing off on you. You’re far too much like me... But for your sake, I hope we’re never the same. You’re so much better than I am, (Y/N). You’re so, so good.”

“I’m not,” you whispered.  

“But you are,” the Doctor assure, reaching up to place his hands on your cheeks again, “I promise you are. And I’ll help you find that good. You might not feel like you’ve got any goodness left, but you really, really do. I see it every time I look at you. Every time I see that smile of yours—the real one, not the pretend one.”

You managed a small, real smile, nuzzling into the Doctor’s hands. You lifted your own hands to wipe away the tear tracks on his cheeks before pulling him into you by wrapping your arms around his neck. He was quick to let go of your face and return the embrace, setting his cheek on the top of your head as you nuzzled into his chest.

“You promise, huh?”

“I do. You’re my companion, and I’ll always take care of you until the day you decide you no longer want to stay with me. Maybe you can’t see the good I see, but you will someday, and I’ll be here with you until then, alright?”

“Of course, Doctor.”

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When reading the prompt I thought about reader being depressed, but hiding the fact from the Doctor right off the bat, not sure if that was what you were going for, and if not, feel free to prompt me again with more details to help me understand what you’re looking for :)

Once again, thanks for the prompt, and anyone reading, feel free to leave one of your own you want me to write! All appreciated!

[capricornus-rex]

Someone Left to Save (3)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

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Chapters: Part 1 | Previous: Part 2 | Next: Part 4 | Masterlist

3 of ?

The Second Brother’s hand barely touched you, his clawed gloves hovered mere inches away from your face, but you could feel the energy escaping your entire body and then enter his fingers in the form of white, translucent tendrils. The sensation was similar to drowning—sinking, rather—with a weight tied to your ankles, the farther you plummet the more air you are deprived of. Your throat roughed up on its own as you gagged for oxygen. When you thought you were kicking your legs to perhaps swing yourself out, your ankles were all but a pair of spastic, twitching joints—any more and you just might tear your tendons due to the desperation brought by your fight-or-flight instinct.

It’s excruciating. Extremely.

You could feel like your heart would stop any moment now, unable to withstand this overwhelming sensation.

With your guard down, he got back at you in breaking your balance—kicking you in the shin so your stance falters—and then held you by the scruff of your shirt as he continued stealing what could be your Force energy. As he stole your essence, he took satisfaction in your bodily throes that were nothing more but feeble attempts to slip away from his grasp.

“Not so slippery, aren’t you, my little thorn?”

For every inch of translucent mist that wafted out you cannot breathe, your head felt heavy for each time the veins on your temples throbbed, and your vision went dim as you avoided eye contact with the Second Brother. Whatever form of escape you attempt, everything was pointless.

You are literally in the Second Brother’s grasp.

It is mercy that he has not killed you yet.

Although he decided to make a plaything out of your agony.

“LET ME GO!!! LET… M-ME… G-G-GO!!!” you ear-shattering plea fell to deaf, sadistic ears.

As you suffer with every violent jerk of your body—so much so that it cramped your muscles—every labored, through-the-teeth breath, and the frenzied shifting of your eyes to fight off the dimming—all of these reactions to the intolerable, inhumane pain that you’re experiencing right now does not seem to sate this Inquisitor.

Through his wicked Force ability, he was able to see everything in the recesses of your mind—your memories, dreams and nightmares, and fears. He bore witness to the nightmare that has haunted two nights ago until the eve of this very day. The Second Brother wanted to make sure that you will see and realize that your motivation is also your weakness.

“Now I see whom that fire burns for,” he purred.

His cackling began with a wheeze, muffled yet still audible through his mask’s ornate face plate. As he looked into your shifty eyes, he mocks you by watching your nightmare play like a film… over and over again, to his liking.

All of a sudden, his strength appears to have double compared to hours ago. The longer he inflicts this agonizing power over you, the more you submit to your knees—with the toll of the pain becoming more and more unbearable.

This was a dark, distorted mirror image of Cal’s own ability: Psychometry. His and the Second Brother’s abilities are near-identical; the only difference is that the Inquisitor has yet to demonstrate that he can manipulate his victim’s visions to his whim—bending them, poisoning them, and ultimately changing them—to further twist what they truly convey. This is a capability that he has earned through the Dark Side of the Force.

“I can see him heading this way right now,”

“Liar! He’s out there fighting with the others,”

“Oh, I never lie. I may be bad, little thorn, but I do not lie—it’s a lesser, lamer evil, in my opinion.”

“And I am supposed to believe you—of all people? I’d rather believe a pile of Bantha shit if it talked!”

The fight dragged on, while it did, Cal tore his way through the enemy fronts, leaving lifeless Stormtroopers in his wake—but he hasn’t gotten any closer to the stronghold to get to you. From where he stood, he could see the rebels that you came with pour out of the entrance, some of them leaped from the towers, taking the enemy by surprise and flanking them.

He squinted his eyes through the battlefield, he couldn’t spot you—he knew what you wore and none of those figures in the distance matched.

“Where are you, [Y/N]?” Cal growled in frustration and growing fear.

The Inquisitor continued to siphon your Force energy out of your system, leaving barely an ounce from the vessel.

When he’s had enough of it, he releases his grip from the collar of your shirt and then you felt a row of solid, metal knuckles slammed to your cheekbone. You literally saw stars, mere white specks dancing behind your eyes as the surroundings blurred; you can barely make a proper stance, let alone stand straight. The Inquisitor laughed in mockery.

“With every step he takes, the closer that nightmare of yours becomes a reality,” he cooed.

“Just shut up!”

“Oh, and would you look at the time?” he chirped in his trademark singsong tone, only this time it was sarcastic and meant to taunt you.

Eleven minutes remain on the clock.

You spot this from the nearest time-bomb at the corner of your eye.

“Do you still think you can play around with fate, little thorn?”

There still some fight left in you, though your battle was both physical and mental, it’s difficult enough to deal with the physical—what more of the latter?

Being drained of your Force essence was relative to losing a lot of blood—you’re nauseous and groggy, your vision’s fogged and wobbly, and your grip can barely keep itself tight. You cannot even hold your defensive stance for more than a minute. You coax yourself to take long, slow, calm breaths—it was effective. Slowly, you recompose yourself.

Your objective in mind is to hold off the Second Brother while affording enough time to escape.

“There is another way of saving him, you know,”

You ultimately hate to admit it… but he’s right.

As he had siphoned the Force out of you, he has also seen through the secrets of your mind. He knew of your fear—the apparent death of Cal. You’ve already figured out that the blinding red and orange light, the ash and soot, all came from the imminent explosion caused by the bombs destroying the reactors.

Little did you know that the solution he had intentionally embedded in your mind was a distortion, a trick, and he smiled to himself sensing full well that you’re slowly biting into the bait.

“Are you really going to let his blood be on your hands? It’s going to be a lot, you might not keep all of it, little thorn,”

“Don’t call me that…” you snarled through the grit of your teeth as you sobbed.

You’re desperate. The longer the clock ticks, the more imminent Cal’s death would be.

Come on, [Y/N], think fast!

You will not allow the Second Brother to get the best of you. A mere second was afforded for you to meditate, to make peace quickly that your last-minute plan is the best and only resort to save Cal—without any other compromise.

I know he’s safe, that’s all that matters. You mouth the words to yourself like a prayer.

With one sweep of the arm, all of the bombs’ timers have been manually changed. Originally, only five minutes were remaining, but you—using the Force—overrode the configuration and set them all to ten seconds. This took the Second Brother by surprise, with the remainder of your strength, you kicked him on the chest and flung him a few inches away; while disoriented, you made a run for it—dashing through the air in the same speed as he did, scaled and skipped a few spokes of the ladder until you hauled yourself to the platform. Doing these doubled the toll your body is already taking, which is struggling to keep you from collapsing; your breath heaved and your own weight suddenly became anvils.

Now that you’ve gotten yourself to high ground, you’ve used up all of your energy and returned to your sluggish, weakened state. The exit is still far off and you can see the digits on the clock.

00:05.

“W-Where’s [Y/N]?” Cal demands an answer from the rebel who ran past him, grabbing the soldier by the sleeve.

“I-I don’t know! An Imp attacked us from nowhere… he’s already killed Yenna!”

“Imp? What Imp?”

“He had a saber like yours, except red.”

The young Jedi let the partisan go. Based on the last thing the rebel said, Cal already knew it was no ordinary Imp.

His fears have come true. Although he was aware of the risks already but he never anticipated you would face an Inquisitor alone!

00:02.

Before Cal could even get any closer to the stronghold, he—along with everyone else, friend and foe alike—stopped dead in his tracks, startled by the rumble that sourced from the building. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped—the red and orange cloud of fire filled the pair of jade eyes—and his heart drummed so loudly that it just might tear right through his ribs and out from his leather armor. Goosebumps pelted his arms, cold sweat trickled on his temples, and the hairs at the back of his neck pricked up.

“No…!” he gasped. When the reality of the explosion eventually sunk into him, despite refusing the truth right in front of him, he roared your name at the top of his lungs—so much so that he wheezed when he inhaled.

“Beeeeeeee!!!!” BD-1 let out of the shrillest, ear-shattering chirp he has ever done in his entire life.

“FALL BACK!!!”

“RETREAT!!”

The Stormtroopers cried in panic, some turned tail and fled, a brave handful kept shooting while slowly stepping back. The rebels gradually overtook the field until the numbers have thinned out in the enemy’s side. Having a complete disregard for his safety, Cal charged through the crossfire, powered yet blinded by pure adrenaline, a few of the partisans called out to him but to no avail.

“CAL, HEY COME BACK!!”

“CAL, COME BACK HERE!!!”

Cal was hindered from coming closer as another minor explosion followed up after the big one. The wind of the blast was enough to fling him away and the couple of partisans who called for him ran and caught up to him. The hooked their arms underneath Cal’s.

“NO, WAIT!!! [Y/N] IS STILL IN THERE!!!” Cal violently kicked and attempted to shake them off his arms, but they’ve held him tight enough to bruise his arms through the sleeves. “GET OFF OF ME!!!”

“Cal, come on! We gotta get out of here!” insisted the male partisan who’s the first to call Cal out when he ran off.

The two young men worked together in hauling Cal out of the fire’s radius—surprisingly, he was heavy for both of them, considering the insistent one was a bit bulkier in stature, but that’s the adrenaline doing its job in his body—the ginger kept his eyes on the blazing stronghold, his emotions have clouded the clarity of his mind as well as his good judgment.

The pair of rebels had regrouped with Cal in tow—who was still being stubborn and difficult to deal with. They reported the one known casualty—the woman who personally called you Little Spark, the woman named Yenna, murdered by the Inquisitor upon making his grand entrance earlier.

Cere personally approached him to greet him back, but when the woman saw that you’re missing, her eyes searched the entire group.

“Where’s [Y/N]?”

“She wasn’t with them when they rendezvoused,”

“Th-Then where?”

Cal’s face lit up and frantically patted his person in search of the compact radar. There was no sign of your blip. He could’ve sworn he saw it blink once before it died out.

“No! My radar’s bust, but I know she’s out there, Cere!”

Cere, unsure of what to make of Cal’s medley of emotions, sighed and spoke nothing. Cal insisted on setting up a search party for you with him personally leading it. The idea was merit, unfortunately, the young redhead isn’t the one calling the shots.

“Whoa, slow down, kid,” the captain in charge stepped into the scene between Cal and Cere. He expresses that he understands what the boy is going through, shell-shocked by the apparent fact that you might have been killed in the explosion, but he also expressed the importance of the survivors’ individual well-being.

“We have to tend the wounded first; and you’re gonna need some equipment if you want to charge through that fire out there,” added the captain.

“I won’t need a lot of men, rather I don’t any,”

The same couple of partisans who hauled Cal against his will—namely Larki and Morzen—cut in directly after Cal’s statement. They volunteered to go with him, thus it’s just the three of them as a search party. They have enough people back in the rendezvous point and the main hideout to care for the wounded and send them back for proper medical attention. The captain personally took and handed over sets of protective gears for Cal and his companions.

The three of them mounted speeder bikes—Cal rode along while Larki and Morzen shared. Cere watched the trio disappear into the horizon and then her head craned to the sky peeking over the trees.

It will be night very soon.

“Your boy sure is persistent,”

“It’s because he feels something is there, and he means what he says,” Cere argued. She nodded sideways to the captain, gesturing him to the tent until their land transport arrives.

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Best Self Cleaning Litter Boxes

An automated litter box eliminates among the cat owner's least favourite past times. The undoubted king of the automatic litter box planet is your Litter-Robot III Open-Air, but let us look at a few other choices.

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Cleaning litter boxes is a laborious task that faces all indoor and kitty cat owners.

Okay, perhaps not that futuristic. Self cleaning litter boxes have been around for a few years now, but the industry is continually improving and the goods have become better and better with each release.

Because you've arrived here, you probably already are interested in purchasing and are only searching for a few choices to weigh up. Let us help you with this before we get on to rambling about why we think they are so good .

Each pick is a perfectly viable choice to take on the job of cleaning up clutter so that you don't need to.

Our evaluations are based on efficacy, ease of use and value for money. To assist you create the most important decision on that self cleaning litter box is the one for you, we have reviewed them in a bit more depth.

We have ranked it as the ideal self cleaning litter box available and we can not wait to tell you all about how good it is.

There are no rakes or wires which could possibly get jammed up, so it is an extremely reliable runner. A pressure detector interior tells the Litter-Robot when your cat leaves and enters, so it can plan a cleanup for the not too distant future.

Measuring in at 26.8 x 24.4 x 29.1 inches and a weight of 23.2 pounds it is a hefty appliance capable of housing the largest of cats.

It is big opening coupled with the excess space inside makes cats a lot more comfortable leaving and entering with no fuss. It's performance makes cleaning up really automatic. No other device on the market provides the exact same degree of automation since the Litter-Robot III does.

There is no need to come in contact with any of your cat's waste at any given stage, and it is super sturdy design means that you can expect a reliable automated litter box which will withstand the test of time.

Designed with odor control in mind, it functions just as well using routine litter as a normal litter box would with particular odor controlling clutter. The enclosed design means that clutter won't spill over onto the surrounding region, and it is as silent as you can expect a mechanical appliance to be.

Featuring a multitude of features you can not find elsewhere, it is an extremely configurable piece of kit. Adaptive cleaning cycles and sleep style make it the industry leader for those willing to shell out a few more bucks. It can begin cleaning anywhere from 3 to 15 minutes after your cat has completed their organization. The controllers also have a lock option that prevents kids meddling with the preferences, they really have thought of everything.

It definitely is not the best value for money automated litter box on the market, but boy is it the best. You will be hard pressed to find anybody from the business who believes otherwise.

Shipped with a 90 day money back guarantee, and an 18 month manufacturers guarantee, it is definitely worth a try if you've got the money to invest and are available for your very best self cleaning litter box.

A really intriguing layout this one. It is built from the image of a conventional (human) bathroom, and even flushes like you.

It's also interesting as it's the only litter box we have ever seen that uses a permanent re-usable clutter in the form of granules. It recycles the clutter and churns out any waste by means of a pipe that must be attached to a waste line or bathroom (it really does not take that long to install ).

While our immediate reaction was probably like yours,"oh my god, we finally never need to buy cat litter again", that is not quite correct. Each wash usually loses a tiny bit of clutter through waste, although it isn't much, it will add up.

Every 6-8 weeks or so you will want to get a new cartridge, which will provide you up to a different 240 washes. They are not expensive, so it works out slightly cheaper than buying regular cat litter every couple weeks. These capsules come in both a scented and unscented version, it is down to personal taste but we discovered unscented to be greatest. The mechanical movement of flushing may cause the"new" scent to be awakened and consequently it is quite potent.

You will waste less clutter and get the best results if your cat will pass company stools. As this isn't something you can control apart from by diet, do not be worried about it too much, it is still very very good at separating feces from litter.

It's measurements are 24.5 x 19.2 x 21 inches, so it is marginally smaller than the Litter-Robot III, but is still acceptable for big cats and multi-cat households. We found it best when combined with the GenieDome, an attachment which covers the litter bowl up to provide cats some solitude. Additionally, it seems much better around the house when the bowl is covered up.

We have seen reports of some problems with clogging, although it seems these are largely brought on by cat hair that has become the bowl and built up within a long time period. It's tough to understand that as a fault with the machine , since routine cleaning should be a part of every cat owner's routine.

You will quite literally never need to take care of your cat's waste hands free while using the CatGenie 120. It divides and disposes of waste and you do not ever have to worry about cleaning up. Best, feeling.

When it's complete automation you are after but are not ready to fork out the additional dollar for your Litter-Robot, then that is your ideal self cleaning litter box for you.

PetSafe ScoopFree Ultra

For us, it is the perfect mix of efficacy and affordability.

At the time of writing it is about a third of the purchase price of our highest rated alternative, but plays as well as you could expect for a less costly self cleaning litter box.

It includes adjustable delay settings, so you can choose just how long after your cat has seen the rake should operate to clean up. We found it best to set this for earlier as opposed to later, so odors do not get an opportunity to take hold in your dwelling. A removable privacy hood which has odors and makes the entire thing seem somewhat nicer and a wellness counter.

The health counter monitors how often the box was used. It is surprisingly handy since it's often tricky to tell whether your cat has been making appropriate use of an automated litter box without being there to watch it.

Waste is filtered to a disposable tray that sits under the apparatus, and the crystal based litter functions to dehydrate the waste so that it's less likely to discharge odors once it has been collected. It can self clean with no inference for weeks at one time, which is quite incredible since it only measures 28.5 x 20.5 x 11.5 inches.

Crystal litter is quite a bit more granular than regular jumble, so it could be worth buying some independently and giving your cat time to adjust to crystal clutter in a comfortable setting before transferring them onto this.

The refill trays can be found in a few alternatives, you will find scented and unscented varieties and a dye free alternative. It is estimated that a single refill tray may last as long as 30 times at the best conditions (a single cat home) however, which is not too bad in any way.

We'll make 1 recommendation here however, you'd best invest in a Forever Tray. You will still must replace the clutter itself every 30 days or so, but you will save yourself a tonne of buck in the long term not needing a new tray every time you will need to freshen it up.

It is very silent, only a low hum from the machine. It did freak out our cat initially but it after an hour or so they were fairly comfortable with it.

We have noticed that the crystal clutter is truly powerful at not monitoring all over the house after it has been stood in, and it is a very wonderful bonus. All in all it is a fantastic choice for those with no budget to adapt one of the other more expensive options above.

When it's still a little on the expensive side for you, our second recommendation may be up your street.

PetSafe ScoopFree

It's earned a spot on the list as the best budget automated cat litter tray option.

You get rid of the privacy hood (that may be bought separately), the ability to adjust the rake delay, as well as the health counter.

The rake delay is not really something we missed, the wellbeing counter is a wonderful feature, however, and it's well worth the extra few dollars.

We noticed that we actually missed the solitude hood, as it appears to do a great task of containing odors for a little longer. Additionally, it makes the entire device look somewhat neater and prettier. In the event that you should purchase this automated clutter cleaning unit and the hood individually, you would be paying not far off the purchase price of the Ultra version. If you think you'll actually have to buy the hood, we would recommend you just get the Ultra version. That way you are getting the best model available as well as the additional features in the first location.

Aside from that, it does exactly the exact same job as the Ultra version, so much of this merit stays. It is a strong all round automatic cleaner, that is as cheap as they come.

They are quite expensive. You are far better off buying the"Forever Tray" and saving a fortune in the future by simply having to replace the clutter, which will be available much at a far lower price.

It's not the ideal self cleaning cat litter tray on the market, but it is the least expensive and it functions . So it is definitely earned it's place on the list, even when we do recommend choosing the Ultra if your budget allows it.

For all of us, they are worth the investment.

They save you a great deal of time, be sure that the litter tray remains clean and smells clean, and you don't ever have to confront that familiar smell of a used litter box . These boxes also do a excellent job of reducing clutter.

That you are even here reading this report suggests you have had sufficient of doing the job manually, as have most cat owners.

The Ideal Dust Free Cat Litters

the Very Greatest Top Entry Litter Boxes There is obviously a decision to be made on how much you really need to spend. We would say it's worth investing in one of the finest automatic litter boxes, the self-cleaning ability is very likely to be far superior and run more reliably. After all, the purpose of this purchase is to take the work out of your hands. A cheap automatic litter box is very likely to get clogged up or become a pain to maintain, which is far from perfect.

In the low end of the scale, you are going to be taking a look at a minimal of a hundred bucks or so to get a top of the range self cleaning litter box. The higher end of this scale is often 3x greater than that, but do include more performance, and are generally simpler to maintain.

Many are weary their cat might not use automatic litter boxes, which makes the purchase a waste of money. This moves us to our next stage.

In just about all cases, the solution is yes.

Cats are notoriously fussy, everybody knows that.

Bear in mind that the ideal self cleaning litter trays are especially made to make them attractive for cats.

If you have chosen for a version without a solitude hood, consider buying one as an attachment if you continue to have problems. Ideas To Get Them Cozy Place recognizable toys round the box Be sure it's situated in a place they are already comfortable in Interact with the box to reveal it is not a threat It may take a little longer for cats to become comfy around a system, especially once they have seen it in action making a sound. They do still let a dull humming noise, however, and the motion alone is enough to spook some timid cats.

Sometimes, the self cleaning litter box will include it's own selection of litter. This can make the transition from regular litter box into an automatic one that little bit tougher.

If your litter box does utilize a particular sort of litter, you will have the ability to buy refill packs. It may be a great idea to buy a refill package to use with your current litter tray first. This will help your kitty feel comfortable with the new type of clutter in a comfortable atmosphere.

Not all the litter used in self cleaning litter trays will be acceptable for use in a typical litter box. Have a read up on if they are or are not before you try the above. Most owners and cats won't be knowledgeable about crystal clutter, so it can be a really large change needing to move onto this by a more common litter, keep this in mind!

The Advantages Of A Automatic Litter Box Obviously the standout advantage is evident from its name. You won't need to come in touch with cat litter ever again. Hallelujah.

Besides that however, they also provide a whole host of additional benefits which may not be so obvious unless you have seen them in action. Luckily for you, we've seen them in action, and these are what we are the key benefits of a fantastic self cleaning litter box.

Odor management in kitty litter is a very big concern for us, we love to have guests around and the last thing we need is a stinky litter box. Having a self-cleaning litter box, this is significantly less of a problem.

We were originally skeptical, as the majority of the automated boxes use a different type of litter that is not renowned for it's odor prevention attributes. Nothing to worry about though, with most of the ideal self cleaning litter boxes offering a flexible rake delay, you can set them to operate as close as 3 minutes after your cat has completed their organization.

Smells will not travel much in 180 seconds, especially if your automated litter tray has a privacy hood. Cleaning so fast after the litter box was used means that smells do not get an opportunity to spread through the home and the litter box itself is clean and clean ready for the next use.

Convenience

Super, super handy is the perfect way to describe self cleaning boxes.

The best self cleaning litter box models are entirely self sufficient, with boxes such as the Cat Genie being capable of disposing of the waste itself meaning it could be left to its responsibility for many months at a time.

You'll never return to a normal litter box after trying one of them.

Hygiene

The versions that don't self dispose contain a sealed off compartment where waste is dried and stored. When the time comes to change trays, you just swap out the old and place a new one in. You don't have to come in contact with any waste in any respect.