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(Hello everyone, I hope you're all well! This is the continuing part to a tickling story based on characters from the show Star Wars Rebels! The first part to this particular story is titled "Sabine Tickle Interrogated" so be sure to read that one first! In this story we will see Hera tickle-interrogated! There is one more part left to this story so be sure to stay tuned to read the epic conclusion! Have a good day my viewers, and enjoy the story!)

**Sabine Wren, Mandalorian, artist, rebel and quite possibly the most ticklish girl in the galaxy! Or, perhaps that title belongs to the head of the Ghost crew, Hera Syndulla. Whatever the case may be, questions will be answered, for Hera Syndulla was just recently caught and put into custody. She was thrown in quickly, without a change of outfit. In her very own prison cell Hera found herself strapped to a device designed to make sure she stays put. She sat in a chair-like machine that kept both knees bent and legs spread open to her sides. Her arms were made to be held still up above her head. The positioning itself was nerve wracking, as hard as it was to stay calm, Hera found it even worse. She had been sitting in her binds for just about 4 minutes when "she" had arrived. The Seventh Sister; former Jedi and now Sith Inquisitor of the Empire, has made her way just down the hall from Sabine's cell, to Hera's. She unlocks the ray-shielded door, walks in and closes it behind her. Just like that... Hera's interrogation begins..**

Seventh Sister: Greetings Miss Syndulla I don't believe we have met before. However I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Wren twice now, I'm sure your little kiddies told you all about me when they ran home?

Hera: Y-... You're the inquisitor.

Seventh Sister: Ding, ding, ding! Now, miss Syndulla, you know my powers, don't you? The capabilities of a force wielder? I can break you so badly, inside and out.
*The inquisitor eventually walked up to Hera and got suspensefully close, sitting in the rebel's lap and getting a good look at her*

Hera: Well... You can always try.

Seventh Sister: Ahahahaha! You're just as cocky as your friend back there! She's not doing so well now, that is, after I was through with her.
*Hera fights against her restraints once she realized Sabine had actually been captured as well*

Hera: Sa-... Sabine? NO! What did you do to her?!

Seventh Sister: Oh relax, we only had a little fun.
*Attempting to make her point, the sith booped Hera on the nose, but Hera was nonetheless, still furious*

Hera: If you hurt her on any way-

Seventh Sister: I'm in a playful mood today, I guess happiness is just in the air. I've been informed that three rebels were sneaking around on my base, so we went on lockdown! And now two of you are in our custody while the rest are trapped with nowhere to go but into my grasp!

Hera: Big whoop! You know you wont get all of us before we crawl right under your noses, do what we have to and blow you all to hell!
*At that point is when the Seventh Sister grabbed hold of Hera's chin and moved her face in even closer*

Seventh Sister: EXACTLY. Now that we understand each other, I need to know your mission and the location of the others.

Hera: Over my dead body!

Seventh Sister: Fine then!
*The inquisitor then ignites her lightsaber and points it just above Her head. Hera shutters but calms down when she hears the saber turn off a moment later*

Seventh Sister: Like i said, you caught me in a good mood today. Since you were so concerned for your friend, why don't I show you exactly what I did to her?
*The Seventh Sister toys with her and slowly stalks her fingers up Hera's left-sided underarm*

Hera: A-*gulp*-and um what exactly would that be?

Seventh Sister: You look a little nervous Hera, what is the matter... ticklish?
*The Seventh Sister then began to go all out, tickling deeply into Hera's armpits*

Hera: Hahahaha aaaaaaaah! Please no, hahaha oh god nohohohooo hahahah aaaah! Don't touch mee therrree hahaha!
*Hera laughed, proving to be very sensitive under her arms. Her whole body wiggled a bit as she tried to calm herself*

Seventh Sister: Boy! Are all you rebels this ticklish? It's almost child-like! But hey, if it works, right? Hahaha!
*The inquisitor had a good laugh herself, but at Hera's expense. Something about hearing the stories of Hera shooting down multiple tie fighters, hijacking systems and rebelling against the empire; it all just becomes invalid when you tickle her silly*

Hera: Y-you can't do this! Haha y-you just CANT hahahaha! St-AAAAH! Staahahahappp iiiit! Hahaha hahaha ge-haha, get AWAY hahaha!!
*The sith continued tickling Hera's armpits for a while longer and it resulted in the rebel laughing louder and squirming around more intensely in her binds*

Seventh Sister: Cough it up Syndulla! Where are the others? Tell me and I'll stop this nonsense.

Hera: HAHAHAHA-HAHAHA AHAHAHA! AHA-AHA-AHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HA HAAH HA HAAAAAAAH!

Seventh Sister: Fine then, we'll up the ante.
*The Seventh Sister unlocked the ray shield and activated her seeker droid that had been latched onto her back*

Seventh Sister: It's time. Be a dear and go get me what I need.
*The droid responds and then floats off out of the prison cell. Meanwhile, the Inquisitor turns to Hera*

Seventh Sister: While we wait, why don't we get you more comfortable?

Hera: No, NO, don't you dare! NO, ss-sss-STAY BACK!!

*Hera shivered in fear as the sith approached her. The seeker droid is on its way back to the prison cell with four items in a bucket. When it enters back into the room Hera's gloves as well as the upper half of her suit have been striped off and placed beside her on the floor. Her breasts were still covered in her bra and she still had her headgear on, however her arms and midsection were left entirely exposed. Ontop of striping some of her clothes, the sith also reclined the chair a bit, so that Hera was nearly lying on her back. The sith turns her attention when the droid speaks to her*

Seventh Sister: Ah, nicely done. Now you can go back to sleep, my pet, I'll take care of things from here.
*The seeker droid replies one last time before handing the inquisitor the bucket and taking station on her back once more*

Seventh Sister: Remarkable the capabilities of a droid; the little guy saved me a trip! Now, would you like to take a look, it is a present for you after all.
*Hera tried not to pay the inquisitor any mind but she couldn't help but wonder what was in that bucket. The Seventh Sister walks back up to Hera and picks up a scrubbing brush from inside the bucket*

Hera: You're INSANE! S-s-s-stay back!

Seventh Sister: So dramatic! Just tell me where your friends are and you won't have to see me ever again.

Hera: ...
*Hera did not reply, but she gave her answer to the sith with a stern look of anger and defiance*

Seventh Sister: Just as I thought! Now... where were we?
*The Seventh Sister dropped the brush back into the bucket and surprisingly, took off her gloves. She reached back into the basket and grabbed an item that appeared to be some kind of massaging oil applicant. At the mere sight of the bottle, Hera's eyes opened wide and she shifted as much as she could to the opposite side of the inquisitor's hand, but it was pointless. The inquisitor squirted out an excessive amount into her palm and rubbed it to both of Hera's smooth, hairless underarms*

Hera: Hahaha w-wait, wait don't, this is so ridiculous! Why are you doing this?!

Seventh Sister: Well, "real" torture is never successfull on you rebels. You always die off before we get what we want. Besides that, I could sense your fear. Your "sensitivity" to tickles, as soon as I walked in!
*At the word "sensitivity", the sith skittered lightly up and back down Hera's left-sided underarm which resulted in a chaotic giggle. She smiled at her success and continued on to squirt an unnecessary amount of the liquid onto Hera's belly, to the point where some even began dripping onto the floor*

Hera: Rrrgg!So haha, c-cc-cold hehe!

Seventh Sister: You are going to be sooo sorry in a minute from now.
*The Seventh Sister rubbed the oil around Hera's drenched, green-skinned midriff until it became just like her arms; silky smooth and shiney under the light of the room*

Seventh Sister: 'This'... is when you cry for me.
*The Seventh Sister then reaches out her hand and uses her force abilities to manipulate the other items in the bucket. Three scrub brushes rise into the air and two of them make their way to Hera's underarms and begin gently scrubbing up and down*

Hera: No, no, NO, NO, NO haahahah... AAAAAAAH! AAAAH HAAAH-AHA HAHAHAHA EEH- OH! NNNN-YYY-HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA NOOO-HOHO HAHAHA! YEEE-AAAAAAAAAAH!!
*Hera was far beyond laughing, she was uncharacteristically squealing, laughing her head off for almost thirty seconds of tickles only at her underarms*

Seventh Sister: Hahaha, y-you caught me by surprise there! It's truly amazing how ticklish you are, i-i'm really blown away.
*The sith made her fun out of Hera's reactions and continued to scrub. The brushes gently scraped up and down the incredibly sensitive, smooth and slippery armpits of Hera Syndulla. This carried on for just over ten more seconds before the sith drifted the brushes away in the air, leaving Hera to take the moment and softly pant for breath*

Seventh Sister: This one's for the belly!
*The Seventh Sister neared the third brush in position. Hera watched as the brush was about to make contact and her hips wiggled around by instinct to her nervous mindset*

Hera: No, NO, DONT! Y-you can't! Oh kriff, have mercy!
*The Seventh Sister, she only smiled bigger in response. She found joy in the torment of her enemies, but never did she imagine finding joy in 'this'! It only took a moment for the brush to make contact with Hera and begin gently scrubbing side to side on her belly*

Hera: EEEK! No, no.... WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HAHAHAH! Hahaha, hahaha AHAhahaha!

Seventh Sister: And the sides.
*After a few seconds, the sith redirected the brush to tickle up and down Hera's right side*

Hera: Hahahahahahaha aaaaak-AAAAAH-AAAAAAAAH HAHAHA!
*The brush would transition from side to side randomly after a few seconds each; sure to scrub her belly on the way over. The brush traveled back and forth a few times before another redirect*

Seventh Sister: Lets get those ribs.
*The sith, then changes course to scrub up and down the left side of Hera's ribcage*

Hera: BAAAAA-HAHAHA HAHA! Ahahaha, AHAHA eeeeeeeh-aaaaaaaaaaaaah-hehehehehe HAH-AHAHA HAHAHAHAAAH!

Seventh Sister: Aaaaand back to the center!
*The tickling inquisitor now directed the brush to scrub in circles around Hera's belly*

Hera: P-PLEASE HAHAHAHA STOOOP HAHAHAHA! No more! No more haha i-I-CAN'T-TAKE IT! Hahahaha nooo moooorrree hahahaha!
*Seeing Hera as weak and desperate, the Seventh Sister took the opportunity and began digging into Hera's head using her force manipulation*

Seventh Sister: Tell me, who else is on this base!
*The Seventh Sister now used all three brushes, one to each armpit and one over Hera's belly button. They now scrubbed at twice the speed as earlyier to drive Hera to madness*

Hera: KANAN! HAHAHA A-AND EZRA HE-HE, AN-AND REX! HAHAHAHA P-PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! HAHAHA LEAVE ME BE HAHAHAHA PLEEEEEEASE HAHAHA I CANT HAHAHAH, I CANT TAKE ANYMORE HEHEHE AAAAAH HAHAHA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Seventh Sister: The jedi AND the clone?!
*When hearing all of the names, the Seventh Sister immediately lost concentration and all three brushes fell. The tickling stopped and Hera was breathless and even crying a little, not only from the tickling, but for giving up on her friends*

Seventh Sister: Where-are-they?!
*The sith once more lifted Hera's chin to make their eyes meet*

Hera(softly sobbing): P-please, i can't!
*The Seventh Sister looked at Hera's pleading and desperate eyes and felt no remorse once however. Just then, the Seventh Sister noticed her communicator going off. She taunted Hera with an evil smile before walking off to the side*

Seventh Sister(on com): What is it officer, did you do what I asked?

Female officer(on com): Affirmative! The prisoner is all ready for you.

Seventh Sister(on com): Don't move, I'll be right there.
*The sith ended the transmission and turned to Hera*

Seventh Sister: Well, well miss Syndulla, that wasn't so hard now was it? As promised, you won't have to see me again, I have business to attend to with miss Wren. However, I will leave you with some of my little friends to keep you company.
*The seeker droid on the Seventh Sister's back reactivated and two more that were stationed behind Hera's chair, began hovering and speaking to one another*

Seventh Sister: I leave you with prisoner Hera Syndulla, use tactic 3 and don't stop until she submits or gives a location.

Hera: W-WHAT?! Oh nohoho, n-no, no PLEASE! You CAN'T!

Seventh Sister: Have fun!

**The sith made her way through the door and closed it behind her; still hearing the screams of the Twi'lek rebel. The sneaky seeker droids would get as close to laughing to each other as possible for their programing would allow; when they squirt out more oil onto Hera's belly and underarms! They would pick up a scrub brush each and get tickling as the Seventh Sister walks back down the hall toward Sabine Wren's cell. It has only been about half an hour in total since the rebels were spotted and the base was put under lockdown but now knowing full well who was on board, the stakes are rising every minute. There were patrolling stormtroopers all over the base but the Seventh Sister needed to know what the rebels were up to so they could move to that area! One last interrogation before she can act. Will Sabine give in like Hera, or on the contrary will 'she' LOVE every second of 'her' tickle session?**

To be concluded!

Description
(Hello everyone, I hope you're all well! This is the continuing part to a tickling story based on characters from the show Star Wars Rebels! The first part to this particular story is titled "Sabine Tickle Interrogated" so be sure to read that one first! In this story we will see Hera tickle-interrogated! There is one more part left to this story so be sure to stay tuned to read the epic conclusion! Have a good day my viewers, and enjoy the story!)

**Sabine Wren, Mandalorian, artist, rebel and quite possibly the most ticklish girl in the galaxy! Or, perhaps that title belongs to the head of the Ghost crew, Hera Syndulla. Whatever the case may be, questions will be answered, for Hera Syndulla was just recently caught and put into custody. She was thrown in quickly, without a change of outfit. In her very own prison cell Hera found herself strapped to a device designed to make sure she stays put. She sat in a chair-like machine that kept both knees bent and legs spread open to her sides. Her arms were made to be held still up above her head. The positioning itself was nerve wracking, as hard as it was to stay calm, Hera found it even worse. She had been sitting in her binds for just about 4 minutes when "she" had arrived. The Seventh Sister; former Jedi and now Sith Inquisitor of the Empire, has made her way just down the hall from Sabine's cell, to Hera's. She unlocks the ray-shielded door, walks in and closes it behind her. Just like that... Hera's interrogation begins..**

Seventh Sister: Greetings Miss Syndulla I don't believe we have met before. However I have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Wren twice now, I'm sure your little kiddies told you all about me when they ran home?

Hera: Y-... You're the inquisitor.

Seventh Sister: Ding, ding, ding! Now, miss Syndulla, you know my powers, don't you? The capabilities of a force wielder? I can break you so badly, inside and out.
*The inquisitor eventually walked up to Hera and got suspensefully close, sitting in the rebel's lap and getting a good look at her*

Hera: Well... You can always try.

Seventh Sister: Ahahahaha! You're just as cocky as your friend back there! She's not doing so well now, that is, after I was through with her.
*Hera fights against her restraints once she realized Sabine had actually been captured as well*

Hera: Sa-... Sabine? NO! What did you do to her?!

Seventh Sister: Oh relax, we only had a little fun.
*Attempting to make her point, the sith booped Hera on the nose, but Hera was nonetheless, still furious*

Hera: If you hurt her on any way-

Seventh Sister: I'm in a playful mood today, I guess happiness is just in the air. I've been informed that three rebels were sneaking around on my base, so we went on lockdown! And now two of you are in our custody while the rest are trapped with nowhere to go but into my grasp!

Hera: Big whoop! You know you wont get all of us before we crawl right under your noses, do what we have to and blow you all to hell!
*At that point is when the Seventh Sister grabbed hold of Hera's chin and moved her face in even closer*

Seventh Sister: EXACTLY. Now that we understand each other, I need to know your mission and the location of the others.

Hera: Over my dead body!

Seventh Sister: Fine then!
*The inquisitor then ignites her lightsaber and points it just above Her head. Hera shutters but calms down when she hears the saber turn off a moment later*

Seventh Sister: Like i said, you caught me in a good mood today. Since you were so concerned for your friend, why don't I show you exactly what I did to her?
*The Seventh Sister toys with her and slowly stalks her fingers up Hera's left-sided underarm*

Hera: A-*gulp*-and um what exactly would that be?

Seventh Sister: You look a little nervous Hera, what is the matter... ticklish?
*The Seventh Sister then began to go all out, tickling deeply into Hera's armpits*

Hera: Hahahaha aaaaaaaah! Please no, hahaha oh god nohohohooo hahahah aaaah! Don't touch mee therrree hahaha!
*Hera laughed, proving to be very sensitive under her arms. Her whole body wiggled a bit as she tried to calm herself*

Seventh Sister: Boy! Are all you rebels this ticklish? It's almost child-like! But hey, if it works, right? Hahaha!
*The inquisitor had a good laugh herself, but at Hera's expense. Something about hearing the stories of Hera shooting down multiple tie fighters, hijacking systems and rebelling against the empire; it all just becomes invalid when you tickle her silly*

Hera: Y-you can't do this! Haha y-you just CANT hahahaha! St-AAAAH! Staahahahappp iiiit! Hahaha hahaha ge-haha, get AWAY hahaha!!
*The sith continued tickling Hera's armpits for a while longer and it resulted in the rebel laughing louder and squirming around more intensely in her binds*

Seventh Sister: Cough it up Syndulla! Where are the others? Tell me and I'll stop this nonsense.

Hera: HAHAHAHA-HAHAHA AHAHAHA! AHA-AHA-AHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HA HAAH HA HAAAAAAAH!

Seventh Sister: Fine then, we'll up the ante.
*The Seventh Sister unlocked the ray shield and activated her seeker droid that had been latched onto her back*

Seventh Sister: It's time. Be a dear and go get me what I need.
*The droid responds and then floats off out of the prison cell. Meanwhile, the Inquisitor turns to Hera*

Seventh Sister: While we wait, why don't we get you more comfortable?

Hera: No, NO, don't you dare! NO, ss-sss-STAY BACK!!

*Hera shivered in fear as the sith approached her. The seeker droid is on its way back to the prison cell with four items in a bucket. When it enters back into the room Hera's gloves as well as the upper half of her suit have been striped off and placed beside her on the floor. Her breasts were still covered in her bra and she still had her headgear on, however her arms and midsection were left entirely exposed. Ontop of striping some of her clothes, the sith also reclined the chair a bit, so that Hera was nearly lying on her back. The sith turns her attention when the droid speaks to her*

Seventh Sister: Ah, nicely done. Now you can go back to sleep, my pet, I'll take care of things from here.
*The seeker droid replies one last time before handing the inquisitor the bucket and taking station on her back once more*

Seventh Sister: Remarkable the capabilities of a droid; the little guy saved me a trip! Now, would you like to take a look, it is a present for you after all.
*Hera tried not to pay the inquisitor any mind but she couldn't help but wonder what was in that bucket. The Seventh Sister walks back up to Hera and picks up a scrubbing brush from inside the bucket*

Hera: You're INSANE! S-s-s-stay back!

Seventh Sister: So dramatic! Just tell me where your friends are and you won't have to see me ever again.

Hera: ...
*Hera did not reply, but she gave her answer to the sith with a stern look of anger and defiance*

Seventh Sister: Just as I thought! Now... where were we?
*The Seventh Sister dropped the brush back into the bucket and surprisingly, took off her gloves. She reached back into the basket and grabbed an item that appeared to be some kind of massaging oil applicant. At the mere sight of the bottle, Hera's eyes opened wide and she shifted as much as she could to the opposite side of the inquisitor's hand, but it was pointless. The inquisitor squirted out an excessive amount into her palm and rubbed it to both of Hera's smooth, hairless underarms*

Hera: Hahaha w-wait, wait don't, this is so ridiculous! Why are you doing this?!

Seventh Sister: Well, "real" torture is never successfull on you rebels. You always die off before we get what we want. Besides that, I could sense your fear. Your "sensitivity" to tickles, as soon as I walked in!
*At the word "sensitivity", the sith skittered lightly up and back down Hera's left-sided underarm which resulted in a chaotic giggle. She smiled at her success and continued on to squirt an unnecessary amount of the liquid onto Hera's belly, to the point where some even began dripping onto the floor*

Hera: Rrrgg!So haha, c-cc-cold hehe!

Seventh Sister: You are going to be sooo sorry in a minute from now.
*The Seventh Sister rubbed the oil around Hera's drenched, green-skinned midriff until it became just like her arms; silky smooth and shiney under the light of the room*

Seventh Sister: 'This'... is when you cry for me.
*The Seventh Sister then reaches out her hand and uses her force abilities to manipulate the other items in the bucket. Three scrub brushes rise into the air and two of them make their way to Hera's underarms and begin gently scrubbing up and down*

Hera: No, no, NO, NO, NO haahahah... AAAAAAAH! AAAAH HAAAH-AHA HAHAHAHA EEH- OH! NNNN-YYY-HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA NOOO-HOHO HAHAHA! YEEE-AAAAAAAAAAH!!
*Hera was far beyond laughing, she was uncharacteristically squealing, laughing her head off for almost thirty seconds of tickles only at her underarms*

Seventh Sister: Hahaha, y-you caught me by surprise there! It's truly amazing how ticklish you are, i-i'm really blown away.
*The sith made her fun out of Hera's reactions and continued to scrub. The brushes gently scraped up and down the incredibly sensitive, smooth and slippery armpits of Hera Syndulla. This carried on for just over ten more seconds before the sith drifted the brushes away in the air, leaving Hera to take the moment and softly pant for breath*

Seventh Sister: This one's for the belly!
*The Seventh Sister neared the third brush in position. Hera watched as the brush was about to make contact and her hips wiggled around by instinct to her nervous mindset*

Hera: No, NO, DONT! Y-you can't! Oh kriff, have mercy!
*The Seventh Sister, she only smiled bigger in response. She found joy in the torment of her enemies, but never did she imagine finding joy in 'this'! It only took a moment for the brush to make contact with Hera and begin gently scrubbing side to side on her belly*

Hera: EEEK! No, no.... WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HAHAHAH! Hahaha, hahaha AHAhahaha!

Seventh Sister: And the sides.
*After a few seconds, the sith redirected the brush to tickle up and down Hera's right side*

Hera: Hahahahahahaha aaaaak-AAAAAH-AAAAAAAAH HAHAHA!
*The brush would transition from side to side randomly after a few seconds each; sure to scrub her belly on the way over. The brush traveled back and forth a few times before another redirect*

Seventh Sister: Lets get those ribs.
*The sith, then changes course to scrub up and down the left side of Hera's ribcage*

Hera: BAAAAA-HAHAHA HAHA! Ahahaha, AHAHA eeeeeeeh-aaaaaaaaaaaaah-hehehehehe HAH-AHAHA HAHAHAHAAAH!

Seventh Sister: Aaaaand back to the center!
*The tickling inquisitor now directed the brush to scrub in circles around Hera's belly*

Hera: P-PLEASE HAHAHAHA STOOOP HAHAHAHA! No more! No more haha i-I-CAN'T-TAKE IT! Hahahaha nooo moooorrree hahahaha!
*Seeing Hera as weak and desperate, the Seventh Sister took the opportunity and began digging into Hera's head using her force manipulation*

Seventh Sister: Tell me, who else is on this base!
*The Seventh Sister now used all three brushes, one to each armpit and one over Hera's belly button. They now scrubbed at twice the speed as earlyier to drive Hera to madness*

Hera: KANAN! HAHAHA A-AND EZRA HE-HE, AN-AND REX! HAHAHAHA P-PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! HAHAHA LEAVE ME BE HAHAHAHA PLEEEEEEASE HAHAHA I CANT HAHAHAH, I CANT TAKE ANYMORE HEHEHE AAAAAH HAHAHA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Seventh Sister: The jedi AND the clone?!
*When hearing all of the names, the Seventh Sister immediately lost concentration and all three brushes fell. The tickling stopped and Hera was breathless and even crying a little, not only from the tickling, but for giving up on her friends*

Seventh Sister: Where-are-they?!
*The sith once more lifted Hera's chin to make their eyes meet*

Hera(softly sobbing): P-please, i can't!
*The Seventh Sister looked at Hera's pleading and desperate eyes and felt no remorse once however. Just then, the Seventh Sister noticed her communicator going off. She taunted Hera with an evil smile before walking off to the side*

Seventh Sister(on com): What is it officer, did you do what I asked?

Female officer(on com): Affirmative! The prisoner is all ready for you.

Seventh Sister(on com): Don't move, I'll be right there.
*The sith ended the transmission and turned to Hera*

Seventh Sister: Well, well miss Syndulla, that wasn't so hard now was it? As promised, you won't have to see me again, I have business to attend to with miss Wren. However, I will leave you with some of my little friends to keep you company.
*The seeker droid on the Seventh Sister's back reactivated and two more that were stationed behind Hera's chair, began hovering and speaking to one another*

Seventh Sister: I leave you with prisoner Hera Syndulla, use tactic 3 and don't stop until she submits or gives a location.

Hera: W-WHAT?! Oh nohoho, n-no, no PLEASE! You CAN'T!

Seventh Sister: Have fun!

**The sith made her way through the door and closed it behind her; still hearing the screams of the Twi'lek rebel. The sneaky seeker droids would get as close to laughing to each other as possible for their programing would allow; when they squirt out more oil onto Hera's belly and underarms! They would pick up a scrub brush each and get tickling as the Seventh Sister walks back down the hall toward Sabine Wren's cell. It has only been about half an hour in total since the rebels were spotted and the base was put under lockdown but now knowing full well who was on board, the stakes are rising every minute. There were patrolling stormtroopers all over the base but the Seventh Sister needed to know what the rebels were up to so they could move to that area! One last interrogation before she can act. Will Sabine give in like Hera, or on the contrary will 'she' LOVE every second of 'her' tickle session?**

To be concluded!