Rebels on the Run

Chapter One

Ryloth is less than ideal of a place to be stranded, but you don't exactly have any way off the planet. Your starfighter was destroyed when the men of your battalion fired at you, and ever since you narrowly escaped with your life, you've been hiding in the wild of the planet. That's not to say you haven't gone to the cities every so often, but you wore layers of cover when you did. Not only do you stick out as a human, you don't want to be recognized as a Jedi.

It's been months of hiding, and there's been no variation in your weeks. Each day starts the same; scouting the perimeter of wherever you're currently hiding before settling back down to make your meager breakfast. Certain days involve different activities after breakfast.

Primeday is when you would clean up your area, making sure everything is washed and put away, or neatly placed out of the way. Centaxday is when you go to the nearest city for food. Taungsday, you head to the farthest city for other supplies, like toiletries. Zhellday you sneak over to your lookout near the imperial base, spending the day listening in on what you can and observing the work of the empire. Benduday is when you allow yourself to relax, as much as possible given your state of being a fugitive.

There was one recent Zhellday where some very interesting events went down. First, what appeared to be a batch of rogue clones attacked the imperial refinery, and then a guard was sent to guard Lessu. Imperial forces were deployed from the Capitol building, but another squad had set up a trap at one of the Capitol's exits, seemingly for the rogue batch of clones. After some happenings inside of the building, one lone clone exited and stated his defiance to the Empire. Then, he was arrested and escorted inside the Capitol building.

Once you'd been sure that nothing else interesting or important was going to happen, you'd decided to head back to your current hiding spot. As you had walked, you'd thought about the events you'd witnessed and how it might change things for you. If there were insurgencies within the Empire, then perhaps you could get to some people who would help you escape without asking too many questions. Not that you could ever trust a clone trooper, not after what happened with your own.

You can still remember the feeling of panic as your starfighter was shot down, the voices of your beloved friends ordering your death. And then the sound of your commander ordering his brothers to take his life, afterwards.

"Commander Sans, General Jinn's ship has been shot down. It crashed and exploded on impact. There is no way that she could have survived," Captain Hex had said over the comms, not knowing that you had in fact survived and could still hear.

"Our job is done then," Sans replied. "Except, I have one more order for you and Major Steele."

"Yes, sir. What is it, sir?" Steele asked.

"I have done what I was ordered to do, but I do not wish to live in a world without y/n. I know she was a traitor, yet my heart continues to betray me. My love for her will never overcome any other feeling I feel towards her. I could never hate her, and because of that, I will only ever hate myself for continuing to love her after taking her life."

"What are you saying, sir?"

"I need you and Captain Hex to kill me." The words had left Sans so effortlessly, almost matter-of-factly, as if this should have been the most obvious request.

"Sir?" Hex said, stepping closer to him. "I will not kill you, Sans."

"Hex," Sans said, and you heard his feet shuffle as he turned to face him, "I am ordering you and Steele to kill me. Shoot me and take my life, for I cannot live in this galaxy without y/n."

"But Sans-"

"No, Steele. There is no argument. If you will not kill me, then I will take my own life."