𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒 ─
❝ 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦?❞
The possibilities of what could have been on another world in another lifetime. Where the balance of power shifts so that a child is delivere...
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006. A CLAIM TO PROPERTY
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THE SECOND HUX SAW THE SHADOW OF THE SHIP LOOMING OVERHEAD, HIS MIND HAD GONE BLANK AND HE FROZE IN A MOMENT OF PETRIFIED STUPOR. He mentally chastised himself for being foolish enough to believe that he could escape the grasp of the First Order while simply cruising through occupied space. His breathing had grown shallow as his panicked thoughts began to jump to the worst possible conclusions.
The scavenger didn't seem to be faring much better. Seth paced along the interior of the cockpit, madly rambling under his breath. "What do we do? There must be something we can do?"
DB chirped. She went ignored, an action she adamantly voiced her disapproval of by rolling over Hux's feet while fervently releasing a series of chirps and beeps that the General was certain he should be pleased he didn't understand.
"Gah!" He exclaimed in pain, hopping back onto one foot while cradling the wounded one in his hands. "You malfunctioning piece of hardware! Do you realize that you could have crushed every bone in my foot by rolling over it?"
DB's flat top head rolled along her body—as if completing the human action of rolling her eyes. She released another series of chirps, extending her retractable arm as both a protective measure and a threat as electricity sparked from the end. Hux took a wary step back.
"That's actually not a bad idea," Seth noted, a look of deep thought twisting his features.
"What's not a bad idea?" Hux questioned, once more emphasizing that he was at a loss for interpretation during any and all conversations between the two. He kept a safe distance from the droid while looking between her and the scavenger with a paranoid look in his eye.
"Opening back up the leak," Seth replied with a shrug as if the idea should have been obvious, then he sprinted down the hall back toward the room where they'd previously been making repairs.
Hux guffawed and shook his head, incredulously sprinting after the scavenger. "You said it was a poisonous gas."
"Yes," Seth agreed, snatching a pair of gas masks from the wall of the lounge. He tossed one over to Hux, who fumbled with the object before allowing it to clatter against the floor. Seth's brow lifted. "You can't fly, you can barely shoot, and your reflexes are slower than a happabore. What kind of General are you?"
"The kind that's renowned for his strategy, not his fieldwork," Hux pointedly remarked, bending to pick up the gas mask. "And if you'd given me a minute to come up with a real plan, we wouldn't be taking such an unnecessary risk."
