Star-Crossed Rivals || [Keith x Reader]

Xyra's POV

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Xyra slowly peeked out of the ship, taking a quick look at her current surroundings. It looked like they arrived at a hangar; where exactly, she did not know.

After a quick glance at her device, she knew she was definitely out of reach to contact (Y/N). If she had to guess, they were in the inner circles of the empire, maybe even the central command.

She'd know once she actually stepped outside and really saw everything.

When she was employed as a guard in the central command, her area of patrol was mainly between the prisoner quarters and the laboratory or the bridge. She had worked there for a few years, around seven.

Xyra thought back to when she was first employed. She was one of the best of her peers, always on top of everything and- at least she used to believe so- the most loyal of them. During their years of training, she and her peers got to see various parts of the empire's territory. They all studied the history thoroughly- although she wasn’t so sure anymore if anything of it was real- and practiced first-hand how to deal with prisoners and escapee’s and such.

Xyra never really questioned the morality of the things she saw. The prisoner's were obviously bad people, detained by the Galra empire to keep everyone else safe from them, everyone who escaped broke the law and had to be punished, and so on.
It was all she'd ever known and why would she even question anything she was taught? Her parents did the same thing, and sent her to training to step into their footsteps. The day before her first day of training was the last time she saw them, but that was a pretty common thing. Many of her peers also couldn't remember much of what their parents looked like as well.

Of course, her mother and father were only guards, so that's the best she would ever be as well. Her instructor once told her the chances of climbing the ladder to a better position were slim. Still, she was determined.

So when she heard that they requested her to work in the central command, she eagerly accepted, packing the few things she had right away.

It felt like the best thing to ever happen at the time. Xyra was so sure she'd only go up from there; exceed their expectations and get promoted until she became a well-known general, responsible for a whole sector of the empire.

She dreamed of something like this ever since she was little.

And after working at the central command for only a week, her dreams were filled with the screaming and wailing of the prisoners instead.

It was… not what she had expected. The prisoners were supposed to be the bad guys, and her duty was to treat them as such.

The starving people that begged day and night to at least get water were supposed to be evil, the once pregnant woman, who miscarried due to the stress the night before, she was supposed to be evil. And the children? Every time she escorted them from one place to another, when she pushed them into their cells again, she knew not to look them in the eyes.