The Force Won't Save You (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 29: Trilla's POV

Trilla's POV

Briar was right to not want anything to do with her home planet of Sevarcos II. Trilla had been here for the past several days, trying and failing to locate her parents. It was her personal mission, and she was failing. Her own parents would be so disappointed. Lord Vader would be disappointed. How was she unable to locate two people who had no idea they were even being hunted? How were they hiding in all of the mines she had been to? Were they already dead? Surely Briar would have told her if they had already met their demise.

"Second Sister." A Purge Trooper tried to gain her attention.

Trilla had been staring out the window of her ship, unable to see three feet in front of it. There was a sandstorm today. One of the Purge Troopers had told her that the spice eels were starting to resurface again, kicking up sand and causing the reduction in visibility. Which Purge had told her, Trilla would never be able to tell you.

Briar would surely be angry with her at her refusal to know her Purge Troopers on a personal level. But why would the Second Sister need to? They always died anyway. Troopers weren't good for anything. Another reason for Briar to be angry with her.

Who was she kidding though? She loved seeing Briar angry. When Briar was angry, her jugular vein popped out slightly, her throat straining to silence the yelling and screaming she knew the chief of war wanted to do.

"Second Sister." The Purge Trooper started again, stepping closer to her. Trilla's shoulders straightened, finally turning to address the infuriating man.

"Yes?" She asked. She hoped her voice distorter offered no relief for the irritation in her voice. But if the trooper had heard her anger, he did not show it.

"This is the last burrow of civilization on the planet. If we do not locate the targets here, then their files were incorrect on their health statuses." As he spoke, her other trooper joined his side. Both watched Trilla closely, waiting for her command.

"I am well aware of this fact, trooper. If they are not here, then we have a civilian updating issue, do we not?" She asked in response. Trilla's leather gloves creaked as she clenched her fist at her side. No trooper made a noise, only silently waited for her to exit the ship and get the hunt over with. They were tired, they didn't care if Trilla found the people they were looking for. They had no motivation to give a shit about any of it.

She extended her hand out, her intention being to hit the landing ramp release to get this show on the road. A Purge Trooper stopped her actions by grabbing her wrist, risking their life to stop the Inquisitor without a second thought. "Your breathing apparatus, Second Sister." They reminded her, extending the small black device out to her.

Trilla took the device, looking down at it. It's sleek black material held no scratches or dents, her device holding no comparison to all the respirators she'd seen the other miners wearing. She imagined that Briar's had been new at one point, at her birth, but due to years of wearing the device, it had probably been stained a dirty yellow by the time she had been freed.

The small device fastened to the bottom of her helmet over the voice distorter, a burst of air filling her helmet before she greedily breathed in the fresh air. She shut her eyes, placing a gloved hand over button again. They have to be here. My darling would not lie to me.

The landing ramp extended out, sand blowing around the ship as Trilla stepped into the storm without fear. She refused to lift up her arm or stick her shoulder out to shield her eyes from the debris. They wouldn't harm her anyway due to her helmet. She was even wearing her balaclava to stop the spice and sand from hitting her neck and sticking to her. The troopers had said that any open wounds or injured skin was susceptible to the effects of spice. So, Trilla was truly wearing her full uniform this time. Sevarcos II was an unforgiving planet.