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Air.
I can feel it on my face.
Cold and smelling of chemicals, but air nonetheless.
How the hell did I let myself get captured?
Was a being an idiotic bimbo again?
This isn't an enemies to lovers fanfic, it's real life, and in real life, everyone wants to kill you. I need to stop fawning over an obsessive kidnapper and get some shit done.
Ok, first step: Open my eyes for more than a millisecond.
It's a strain, but I finally manage to open my eyes and see the familiar sight of a First Order torture cell. Not a great start, but I can work with it. My vision is foggy and I have an unbearable headache, but my feet aren't restrained. That means one of two things; either they want me to escape, or think that I'll be out for longer.
I decide to go with option two and begin shimmy out of the band wrapped around my waist. I'm left in an uncomfortable position, with my hands restrained to the chair and my legs right up against my face. I study the chains and how they're attached to the surface. If I can tip the chair, I'll have a split second to slip my left hand out.
I shake it slightly, and as it begins to tip, I manage to get both my hands out, with a minor scratch on one. I get up and brush my clothes off for effect, even though the floors are immaculately clean.
I sneak to the door and look out to find two troopers guarding it. I grab one of their blasters and shoot both of them before they can set the alarm off. Their screams seem to be enough, since the klaxons start ringing anyway.
I run down one of the hallways, hoping that this is the right way. I pass by a room filled with prisoner loot, and I skid to a halt. I quickly go in and search for my stuff. Luckily for me, I'm the newest prisoner, so my stuff is right at the front. I put on my robes and grab my saber, leaving the blaster there.
"I am woman, hear me roar," I say to myself, rushing down the hall until I reach the command center. I slice the head off of the trooper controlling it and decide to open all the cells to cause confusion. Sure, enough, all the prisoners gather at the station within minutes. Allowing me to find-
"MORGAN YOU SON OF A WAMPA!" Trayden yells, running at me with the force of fifty tauntauns. Dominique follows right behind him, pushing me against a wall and kissing me. "Jesus woman, a bit of warning?" I say, not unhappy at all.
"You're lucky to even say you've kissed me, idiot." She laughs, hugging me harder. Trayden looks around. "We need to get out of here guys. They'll be here with reinforcements any second." He says, being the only voice of reason here.
"Right. I assume he's taken Aria?" I ask, hoping I can get her back quickly. Domi nods and takes my hand, leading me to the elevator. Trayden follows behind us, leaving the other prisoners behind. The elevator moves up quickly, and I find myself wondering where all this stuff with Dominique came from. I mean, sure, there's been definite chemistry between us since we met, but I don't know if I want to get into a relationship with her.
The elevator stops suddenly, and with the opening of the doors, I realize we're missing a crucial member.
"Where's Zoe?"
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Ascendant Dust (ARCHIVED & BAD)
Fanfictionthis fic was originally published in late 2021. it sucks balls. og desc: I do not own Star Wars or its characters, I only take credit for my OC's and the storyline. Cover by @DarielClaire
