𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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The hairs stood up on the back of Hunter's neck. The flames licked around Maul's figure, distorting the shadows around him. He looked menacing—he was menacing. This sith had almost killed Rylann, killed Shaak Ti, and countless others. And now he was going to kill everyone in Lo'Retta.
Unless Hunter stopped him. Nora's face surfaced in his mind, settling his decision. He had to help. Stop the tyrant. But what was he doing here?
Stepping out from another building was a Death Watch lady with owl motifs on her beskar armor. Shoving his helmet on, Hunter pulled out his blaster and knife, nodding to Tech who was ready with his dual blasters.
It seemed that the two villains hadn't seen them yet. They'd have to be careful to sneak around them if they were going to help the villagers.
"I will go see if I can get anyone out of those houses," Tech said, slinking off behind some debris to rush across the street.
Hunter prayed that help would be on the way soon. While he waited for help to arrive, he would search for survivors. As he slid into the alley, he tried to tune out the chaos and focus on heartbeats. He passed doors that he heard nothing behind, helping those who were stuck in their houses. This went on for minutes, though it felt like hours. Finally, he reached a familiar building. Nora's business. It seemed relatively untouched from the outside, though he could sense a lot of people within. Praying it wasn't a bunch of Death Watchers, Hunter twisted the knob of the back door, creeping in.
"Don't move," a cold voice said. Hunter was face to face with the end of a shotgun. Nora.
He raised his hands above his head, dangling his blaster in hand. "Nora," he said, staring past the gun and into her eyes. Her blue eyes softened as she lowered the weapon. In turn, he lowered his hands. "Are you alright?"
She nodded towards the room. "I'm fine, but they aren't." Throughout the room, people were hiding. Beneath tables, by large pots of flowers, behind the counter—wherever they could. Her blue eyes pierced his gaze. "Who are these people?"
His heart sank. Maul and Death Watch were no doubt here to wreak havoc for the Republic. They were here because he was here. "The crazy man is Darth Maul, a sith lord." Her brows scrunched together in recognition. Though they were a small moon in the middle of the Outer Rim, they at least knew of Jedi and Sith.
"The armored ones? Who are they?" Nora asked, resting her shotgun on her shoulder, the thing was about as tall as she was and if the situation wasn't so serious, he would have thought the image funny in an adorable way. But, of course, he wouldn't think that. No way.
