Yes, Commander

Bad Apples

C/W depictions of death - non graphic

The view from the commanding bridge was breathtaking. You tried to take in as much as you could, blinking as if each blink were taking photos. The large green planet was bright amidst the abyss surrounding it. You stood straight, your body rigid to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention – like if someone looked at you they would know the dirty things that went down last night. Ren was silent and still beside you too – not necessarily an unusual act for him, however. The command ship was moments from landing, receiving a tap on your shoulder to indicate it was time for you to supervise the Stormtrooper's storming.

The ship landed in a jolt that caused you to stumble. Phasma, held onto your arm to keep you stable. The entrance opened, Stormtroopers pooling out whilst you and Phasma made your way out onto Janesden. You breathed in the cool, moist air, refilling your lungs with a beautiful natural breath of air. Your eyes danced around the close proximity, admiring the emerald leaves, damp mossy ground, and deep grey sky. You blessed your decision to wearing boots instead of heels, as you would've been sinking into the soft ground with each step. You let your eyes take in the last bit of beauty before horrors began.

You knew you were going to have to witness this someday, but nothing could've prepared you for it. You watched with a quivering lip as the Stormtroopers pillaged the village they'd landed by. All in the name of discovering the Resistance. As Ren past you with long strides, pulling you closer to the conflict, you got caught like a fish caught in a rip. You followed behind him, eyes blaring with fear as his saber ignited with a sinister crackle. As Ren's saber tore the beautiful green with slashes of red, you cowered in the face of battle.

The sight of a singular innocent corpse was enough to make you nauseous. With a shaking body and a mind begging to disallow the horrors unfolding before you to enter, you paused. You watched as Ren continued ahead, his mind feral and dissonant. As the dangerous pack continued their pillaging, you stayed behind, seeking refuge in an empty stone building. At least, you thought it was empty. A tight grip on your shoulder and the burn of rope pulling tightly around your wrists shocked you more than the action itself. You were pushed to the ground, scrambling to a damp corner as you impacted with the floor.

"She looks so... pathetic," a voice spoke.

Your eyes darted upwards, your eyes focusing on two humanoid beings. One had a deep blue skin tone, harsh lines moving along her face. She was Twi'lek. The other had orange skin, his body thick and muscular, scarred, and tattered.

"This is my first mission, I'm sorry for what happened to your village," you mumbled, feeling unsafe as their aggression leaked out of them.

"Shut up, First Order scum," the man spat.

A band on their muscular forearms told you that they were Rebel fighters. You had never been into politics; you didn't even really care for the First Order. You just did what you had to do to get by. You had assumed that the Rebels were meant to be 'good'. But in the position you were currently in, you supposed there was always bad apples. Tears pricked your eyes.

"I... I'm sorry," you blubbered, growing afraid and shrinking into yourself.

"You should be. You're our first captive, and we can't wait to rid the world of the scum like you," the girl said with a smile.

Your eyes widened, your heart beating like a thousand drums. No, you couldn't die. Not like this. You didn't deserve it. Or maybe you did. Your mind was like a whirlpool, your eyes leaking with a waterfall of unwanted tears. You were a mess, and honestly it was embarrassing. The female rebel leaned down and stroked your soft, wet cheek.

"This part's going to be hard for me too, but it's no worse than you've done," the girl said with a shrug.

"I haven't done anything..." you sobbed before stopping abruptly.