Reflections: A Star Wars Fan Fiction Novella

Chapter 16

Blast! If you told me one month ago that I would have devoted my heart to a man who was a dutiful Baron in the Imperial Starfighter Corps, I would likely have cursed you. Here, lying on this eighty-square footage of durasteel, I would have given anything to him. I mean anything.

I was rudely awakened by a raucous commotion. The door slid open and several guards marched in. A man stepped forward, wearing the uniform of the New Republic Security Bureau.

"Fyra Chro? I believe it is time for you to leave."

"What time is it, how long does he have left?"

"He has more than enough time to save himself. If you like, you can come along for mental support." I tilted my head back and saw him, sleeping peacefully. I knew that I would do anything to guarantee his safety, "I'll come along."

"Magnificent, now did you two want a few minutes to finish in privacy?"

"No, we weren't," weren't what? Spending our final moments together?

"Of course, I just assumed that you two would have desired to get more intimate, considering the circumstances. There is still time if you wish." I rolled over and got to my feet.

"Let's save him first." I looked down at him. "Cryus."

"Shh, Fyra. I'm not going anywhere." He was barely coherent.

"Cryus, wake up, they say you have to submit to questioning."

His eyes flew open and they darted from me to the agent. "Certainly." He got up so fast, it looked like he was inhabited. "I'm ready, let's get this over with."

"I don't think you understand, Cryus. You are to be interrogated and then immediately executed if you refuse to concede."

"I thought torture was banned."

"New Republic loophole, it isn't torture if we're offering you the chance to save yourself."

I could barely contain my anger. This was beyond ridiculous. The good news was that I might be able to convince him one last time to save himself. Empire be blasted!

"Cryus, please place your hands behind your back and turn around. This is simply protocol. We've had runners in the past, and we don't like filing injury reports. Death reports are so much simpler." These guys sounded just like their predecessors.

Cryus did what was asked of him, I stood so that he was facing me as he was cuffed. He mouthed 'I love you' as he was led out of the room by an emerging guard.

"Fyra Chro, please come with me. My name is Agent Dreness." The man's height was the same as Cryus' height, but that was where the similarities ended. Cryus had wavy charcoal hair and was clean-shaven, this man shaved his head and let the hair grow on his face. His skin was darker than Cryus. He did have an infectious smile.

We followed the guards escorting Cryus down multiple hallways. Finally we reached a door. Agent Dreness pulled me aside as the others entered the room. "Fyra, I know you want to be strong for him, but now is not the time. If he feels as if he can't lose you, he'll get desperate. Desperate is what we need to save him."

I bounced my head signifying that I understood what he was asking me to do. It wasn't going to be difficult to get emotional, my love's life was literally on the line.

The room was empty, save for a glass enclosed space and some equipment embedded in the walls. The guards left Agent Dreness, Cryus, and myself inside of the enclosed translucent space and took positions around it.

I watched Cryus' face as he scanned the room. He had been restrained to one of the two chairs in the room, a small fold-out table between them. The agent got one of the guard's attention, gesturing at me and then moving his finger in a circle. Shortly after, the guard brought an additional fold-out chair and set it beside me.