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The Wall album by Pink Floyd.'>
Val wakes, in a crowded barracks. Thirty-nine other kids are already crowded around her. Blinking, she sat up, the other kids staring at her, each of them projecting their emotion, willing her to do something.
We don’t need this education, we don’t need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom…
Standing, she fled the roomful of emotion, leaving the barracks for the hallway, pursued by all of the emotion. In the hall, three adults met her, in IF standard uniforms. She found herself reflecting the kids’ emotions back at the adults.
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone.
The scene faded, shifted as only dreamscenes can, to a strangely large room, filled with small youngling Padawans with practice ‘sabres. Their emotions startled Val, if only through their lack of emotion. She looked from one to another, projecting at them, willing them to do something, to react somehow, to show her some sort of childhood.
We don’t need this education, we don’t need this self-control.
The door opened, and five Jedi came into the room, catching her by the arms, and dragging her off, out of the room of younglings.
Hey, Jedi, leave those kids alone!
Nothing. They kept dragging her along until she got to a cell. The door shut, closing her off from the rest of the place.
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall.
Time passed, in that way only dream time can. Finally, the door opened, and she was hauled into a large room, standing before a crowd of various sorts of creatures, Twi’lecs, Hutts, Buggers, and other creatures she couldn’t name. Behind a large podium stood Graff, in the uniform of an Imperial officer. Peter walked in from a side door, in the armour, sans helmet of Darth Vader. The creatures holding her release her, and Peter turns to Graff.
Good morning, Graff your honor. The Sith will plainly show the prisoner who now stands before you, was caught red-handed showing feelings, showing feelings of an almost human nature. This will not do. Call the Jedi master!
All attention was turned to the side door where a man in the uniform of the IF shuffled in the door. He walked up and had a hushed conversation with Graff, then shuffled out the door again.
To the judge, Peter stood, to a height not his own.
I always said she'd come to no good in the end your honor. If they'd let me have my way I could have flayed her into shape, but my hands were tied. The bleeding hearts and writers let her get away with murder. Let me torture her today?
Peter then turned to her, glaring darkly, in the red-gold eyes of the Sith.
You little shit you're in it now, I hope they throw away the key. You should have talked to me more often than you did, but no! You had to go your own way, have you broken any homes up lately?
He turned to the judge then,
Just five minutes, Graff your honor, her and Me, alone.
Before Graff could say anything, the door opened again, and Ender came flying through the door in Jedi robes.
Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal! Come to Ender, sister, let me hold you in my arms. M'lud I never wanted her to get in any trouble. Why'd she ever have to leave me? Graff, your honor, let me take him home.
The rest of the room was reeling, facepalming as her own mind reeled. Someone started singing, and others took up the chant.
Crazy, over the rainbow, she is crazy, bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall when she came in. Crazy, over the rainbow, she is crazy.
Graff stood, staring Val down with dark eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible, there's no need for the jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before, of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law. Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Two large creatures took her out of the room, as she struggled to get away, to get back to Ender, to get somewhere. They were, however, too strong for her. Handling her roughly, they stuck her on top of a wall. Peter stared at her, and waved his hand. She was stuck, Force-frozen in place. People wandered by, everyone she loved, and stared. On the wall below her was graffiti: Demosthenes, writer, warhawk, and breaker of homes. Luke, Anakin, Ender still, Meg, Alanna, everyone walked by, looking horrified. And then there was the song, running through her ears:
All alone, or in two's, the ones who really love you walk up and down outside the wall. Some hand in hand and some gathered together in bands. the bleeding hearts and writers make their stand. And when they've given you their all, some stagger and fall. After all it's not easy banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
And in the way only a dream can, it just hung there for a while. People coming and going, looking horrified, looking pitiful. Eventually, she woke in a daze.
Val wakes, in a crowded barracks. Thirty-nine other kids are already crowded around her. Blinking, she sat up, the other kids staring at her, each of them projecting their emotion, willing her to do something.
We don’t need this education, we don’t need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom…
Standing, she fled the roomful of emotion, leaving the barracks for the hallway, pursued by all of the emotion. In the hall, three adults met her, in IF standard uniforms. She found herself reflecting the kids’ emotions back at the adults.
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone.
The scene faded, shifted as only dreamscenes can, to a strangely large room, filled with small youngling Padawans with practice ‘sabres. Their emotions startled Val, if only through their lack of emotion. She looked from one to another, projecting at them, willing them to do something, to react somehow, to show her some sort of childhood.
We don’t need this education, we don’t need this self-control.
The door opened, and five Jedi came into the room, catching her by the arms, and dragging her off, out of the room of younglings.
Hey, Jedi, leave those kids alone!
Nothing. They kept dragging her along until she got to a cell. The door shut, closing her off from the rest of the place.
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall.
Time passed, in that way only dream time can. Finally, the door opened, and she was hauled into a large room, standing before a crowd of various sorts of creatures, Twi’lecs, Hutts, Buggers, and other creatures she couldn’t name. Behind a large podium stood Graff, in the uniform of an Imperial officer. Peter walked in from a side door, in the armour, sans helmet of Darth Vader. The creatures holding her release her, and Peter turns to Graff.
Good morning, Graff your honor. The Sith will plainly show the prisoner who now stands before you, was caught red-handed showing feelings, showing feelings of an almost human nature. This will not do. Call the Jedi master!
All attention was turned to the side door where a man in the uniform of the IF shuffled in the door. He walked up and had a hushed conversation with Graff, then shuffled out the door again.
To the judge, Peter stood, to a height not his own.
I always said she'd come to no good in the end your honor. If they'd let me have my way I could have flayed her into shape, but my hands were tied. The bleeding hearts and writers let her get away with murder. Let me torture her today?
Peter then turned to her, glaring darkly, in the red-gold eyes of the Sith.
You little shit you're in it now, I hope they throw away the key. You should have talked to me more often than you did, but no! You had to go your own way, have you broken any homes up lately?
He turned to the judge then,
Just five minutes, Graff your honor, her and Me, alone.
Before Graff could say anything, the door opened again, and Ender came flying through the door in Jedi robes.
Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal! Come to Ender, sister, let me hold you in my arms. M'lud I never wanted her to get in any trouble. Why'd she ever have to leave me? Graff, your honor, let me take him home.
The rest of the room was reeling, facepalming as her own mind reeled. Someone started singing, and others took up the chant.
Crazy, over the rainbow, she is crazy, bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall when she came in. Crazy, over the rainbow, she is crazy.
Graff stood, staring Val down with dark eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible, there's no need for the jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before, of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law. Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Two large creatures took her out of the room, as she struggled to get away, to get back to Ender, to get somewhere. They were, however, too strong for her. Handling her roughly, they stuck her on top of a wall. Peter stared at her, and waved his hand. She was stuck, Force-frozen in place. People wandered by, everyone she loved, and stared. On the wall below her was graffiti: Demosthenes, writer, warhawk, and breaker of homes. Luke, Anakin, Ender still, Meg, Alanna, everyone walked by, looking horrified. And then there was the song, running through her ears:
All alone, or in two's, the ones who really love you walk up and down outside the wall. Some hand in hand and some gathered together in bands. the bleeding hearts and writers make their stand. And when they've given you their all, some stagger and fall. After all it's not easy banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
And in the way only a dream can, it just hung there for a while. People coming and going, looking horrified, looking pitiful. Eventually, she woke in a daze.