Only In Our Dreams

It's All Gone Wrong...

Sabine:

My blood runs warm through my body, being forced by my obnoxiously loud heartbeat. I want to tell it to shut-up before it gives me away. The chilling sounds of footsteps and weapons reloading paralyse me where I stand. I don't even dare to reach for my blasters. All that I can do is stay quiet. It's the only thing keeping me alive.

"Spectre five?" My wrist comm lights up, "Spectre five? Where are you? You missed check-in."

The footsteps stop. My breathing accelerates.

One.

Two.

Three.

My hands moving faster than Garazeb Orrelios when someone says the word "waffles" I whip my twin blasters towards the stormtroopers, firing two shots that rain down on them, neither missing their mark. Two down, two to go. My head rests against the hard wall, blaster shots echoing around me.

"Spectre five?!" Kanan Jarrus' voice yells through my comm device, "Where are you?!"

With clenched teeth, I respond, "In a blaster fight, some patience would be appreciated!"

I dart out from my hiding spot and send a perfectly aimed shot towards the troopers. One falls to the floor, their helmet now sporting a black dot in it's centre. Bullseye.

"This mission was supposed to be low profile. Low profile. That means don't get caught!" Kanan scolds me.

I roll my eyes, pointing one blaster towards the last trooper standing.

"Maybe with more intel, we could've avoided this." I mutter, "How was I supposed to know that an alarm would be triggered as soon as I stepped in the room?"

I shudder as the trooper's body hits the floor, removing my finger from the trigger. It's strange. I've been killing for my entire life and yet, it never gets easy. Every time a body falls, or a transport is consumed by fire that was ignited by my own hand it's like some weight has been dropped on me and everyday it just gets heavier and heavier.

"-to us. Always." Kanan's says, "Sabine? You even listening?"

I exhale shakily.

"Yeah, sorry Kanan, what was that?" I ask, making my way down the hallway.

He sighs, "Never mind. Are you on your way now?"

I nod, but then feel stupid when I remember that he can't see me.

"I'm on my way. I take it that we're abandoning mission?"

"We have to. Spectre four is out, spectre six isn't responding and spectre two has tracked an imperial distress call. We need to leave before it's too late."

"Understood," I respond before what he said settles in my brain, "Wait- You said spectre four is out? And spectre six isn't responding? What's happening?"

No response.

It's like a million waves have crashed down on me. Every second that Kanan doesn't respond I grow more fearful. I can hear his breathing. It's steady. It moves like the soft rhythm of a bow against the strings of the violin or the calming tide moving inland at the crack of dawn. And then it stops.

"It's all gone wrong..."