"The droid... stole a ship?" I question, careful to keep my voice from quivering in anger. The sheer stupidity or this officer's statement, how could he even suggest a simple BB unit steal a freighter. I turn around, slowly, keeping my eyes locked onto his, giving me a simple pathway into his feelings. This snivelling excuse of a man looked like he was about to piss himself, throw up, and pass out all at the same time, and he felt it too. Pathetic.
"Not exactly sir, we believe the stormtrooper FN 21-87 may have assisted in the escape." The officer reveals, his voice trembling. I suppose i can't blame him, he should be scared.
I let out a growl in anger, and begin to destroy the only thing (other than the man - If you could even call that ape a man) within reach, the control panel. I don't like destroying technology, i can appreciate the effort put into designing it, but i have to let anger out somewhere. Killing every bearer of bad news every time it is brought to me is sadly not an option.
"Anything else?!" I demand, now beginning to cool down from the news that that stormtrooper, that traitor had begun to help the enemy. Stormtroopers are programmed from birth, this couldn't've come out of nowhere.
"Yes sir, the two were accompanied by a girl," the officer chirps, barely audible. I whip around, hand outstretched and drag his neck into my hand, putting pressure on this ape's windpipe. A girl from Jakku, helping a stormtrooper and a droid escape first order capture? Insanity, people from Jakku are rarely that selfless.
And that damn stupid.
"What girl?"
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FanfictionA Star Wars AU in which you, Julietta Solo, are the younger sister of Kylo Ren. You have never met him, due to being born 5 years after he was sent to train with Luke. (He is 29 you are 15 at this point in the story.) You are travelling with Han an...
