THE ARC OF SKYWALKER | a star wars story✔️

30 | frustration

—IF I COULD RIP OFF MY HELMET AND SCARE THE EVERLIVING HELL OUT OF EVERYONE HERE BEFORE KILLING THEM, I WOULD.

This team of miscreants Din and I were working with tested every nerve and midochlorian in my being. The Twi'lek needed to back the fuck away from Din, and Burg needed to stop throwing random bolts and screws at me.

I couldn't remove my helmet, as ordered by Din since he told me, in private, that Mayfeld and Xi'an will recognize me. As far as he could know, he told me they fanatics over Darth Axcia, and honestly, I was moments away from revealing my identity and killing them. Bet they wouldn't expect that from their idol...

The only thing stopping me was the Child who was hidden in a compartment behind Mayfeld. One wrong move, and he'll never forgive me. I've come so far with him, and I would be heartbroken if he became afraid of me.

Burg walked over to me this time, a hammer in hand and a dumb grin on his stupid face. Right as he was about to swing to make a loud clang against my helmet, I stood and grabbed his wrist. He laughed mockingly at me, thinking I was weaker than him, but he was sorely mistaken. The Dark flooded every part of my body and inhuman strength came to me.

My fingers tightened around the giant's wrist and Burg's grin diminished when he realized what was happening. His panicked grunts alerted the group and Din rushed over to me, grabbing my arm and placing his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. I sent electricity through my arm to make him let go of me before I twisted Burg's wrist unnaturally and pushed him away. The red being whined at me before going over to Xi'an.

Din pulled me aside and I was moments away from yelling at him. I wasn't a fool! I knew he didn't want to be here as much as me and I knew he didn't want me knowing something about him! Why wouldn't he trust me enough to tell me about his time with these bastards, specifically that bitch Xi'an?! I've revealed my past, told him of some of the horrors I've done and experienced from the Empire. What could he have done which was worse than me?

"Keep your temper level." Din whispered to me so no one else would hear.

"I have every right to lash out right now. I've been called a whore by your ex; that red-horned bastard has done nothing but annoy me; Mayfeld keeps making snide comments; not to mention, there's a fucking droid with a death wish driving your ship. Excuse me for wanting to murder every single teammate on this ship."

Din shook his head, sighing in disdain as he glanced to the three others chatting quietly and glancing to us every now and then. Din grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"We'll talk after this is over. And I can make it up to you?"

A blush covered my cheeks as my mind instantly went down a different path when he said that. I'm so glad I'm wearing my helmet.

"We will talk when this is over. No exceptions and no excuses. I want the full truth."

"Deal."

Our moment together was cut short when Burg started to get into Din's weapons and snoop around. We both grumbled in frustration, Din speaking in Mando'a and me speaking in Huttese.

"Permission to remove that idiot's hands from his body for good?"

"Asa..."

"I'm not hearing a no."

"Later."

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*NOTE*
I finally updated!!! I know it's not a long chapter, but I'm just glad I posted a part. With school and working a job five days a week, my motivation has been drained. I hope y'all enjoyed this update. I'll try making the next chapter longer.

See ya in the next one ;)