Star Wars: Genesis

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Lyly pressed her back into the wall, sucking in her gut and trying her hardest not to breath. She felt the vibrations of many footfalls her way, then she heard them; marching in perfect sync. Terrified for her life, she risked it by  darting across the suffocating hallway from her pathetically small alcove she was hiding in. The darkness, closeness of her situation, as well as her fear pounded on her chest, loud. So loud. Oh gods, they must be able to hear me. I'm too loud. My heart is beating out of control. Oh no. No no no no. Shaking badly, she ran along side the dimmed hallway as quietly as she could, the army of danger close behind her.

Then, putting all caution to the wind, she full out ran down the hall way; head first, arms pumping. Her legs shrieked in agony as her lungs slowly began to collapse and suffocate her. Air! I need more air! GOD PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME MORE AIR!! Tears poured down her pale and spotted cheeks. The hall way , she was beginning to suspect, was endless and dank. Smelly now. She crinkled her nose, slightly distracted and fell forward on her face.

Her forehead and nose hit the metal grilled floor with a huge CRACK! She got up quickly and froze as she noticed a lack of footsteps behind her. There was a guttural sounding command from behind her, and she flew.

Now hearing shouts behind her, she willed her dazed head to think. Keep... running... entrance ahead. Out of her mind with terror, she gathered her strength and made her last effort of sprinting. Just as promised, the entrance was ahead. A locked door. With a keypad. Screaming out loud she pressed herself up against the door.

The small army was right behind her, stopped. Crude weapons in their grasp as they waited tersely for directions from their commander. A sharply dressed human in front raised his hand up. The soldiers would drop their sticks, reveals their blasters and shoot you into finite pieces. Time slowed down. Her eyes were not focused. Blood, dribbled down her nose into her mouth. She licked up the blood. Time sped up.

The commander sliced his hand down and simultaneously the crude weapons where now blasters. They fired. Red beams forever ricocheting off the walls, but the soldiers weren't concerned. Fully armored, they were completely sure no blaster could penetrate through. They were right. But something else other than blasts were coming for them.

Don't make a Davellian bleed. At all costs. That's what their instructors had told them. How could they know, in such a dark hallway; that the trespasser was a Davellian? They couldn't. They had no hope now.

They fired. Her eyes were focused now. She leapt at the commander, bringing his gun up to his chest and a shot fired from his trigger hand. Dead. She flinched and grit her teeth. Grabbing the gun again, she shot at them, blowing them back and bruising them. Hooking the gun on her belt she grabbed the staff behind her in its usual position on her back. Hesitating for a fraction less then measured time, she reminded herself in her bloodlust, no more. No more. She spun the staff in her left hand with practiced ease in a memorized sequence and the wood caps on each end fell off. In the dim light, sharp metal reflected across the soldiers faces.

She crouched down and deflected their shots with a foresight she shouldn't have, pulling forward with a new speed she didn't understand, and she brought her blade down brutally on the arms of the armed. Minutes flew by. All the soldiers were knocked out, majorly slashed, and dismembered. Only a few will die, she thought. Using the commanders weapon she blasted her way out of the facility.

She stepped forward into an abandoned camp in the jungle. She surveyed the camp. Catching her breath as she shakily climbed down the steps onto the grass. There was a fire smoldering in the center of camp, and by it was a pot. A vile smell wafted over to her. She took inventory of her things. Her staff, the blaster from the commander, who was currently bleeding out on the dirty floor, the clothes on her back, which were torn and bloodied and pathetically worn shoes. She toed the earth with her floppy toes and sat down next to the fire. She didn't have anything to eat and she had no idea how far home was. She better go quickly because undoubtably the humans were sending reinforcements. She peeked into the tents in search of food, and found rotted bodies instead. Something inside of her was not surprised but she still let out a scream. Looks like reinforcements weren't coming after all.

I better run.

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She was faintly surprised to see that home was ... close. Too close. She walked a few miles and ended up in her backyard. Suspicion was rising in her mind, humans were naturally on the other side of the planet, Kosho, that they shared with the Davellians. What, why on earth were they occupying Davellian land? She couldn't tell anyone because then she would be arrested for murder. And, she thought, another thing! What was the thing that slaughtered the humans in the camp? She didn't get a good look at the bodies but she smelled so much blood. Could it be the humans in the hallways were survivors of the beast, trying to protect themselves? If so... what was she doing there? How did she even get there? She had no recollection of even walking into the jungle...

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Her bloodlust had worn off by the time she had gotten home. Kicking her feet against the stone for luck, she breezed herself into her room. Lying on the bed, Lyly started thinking.

I killed men today. First time ever. I killed somebody. I killed somebody. I killed. I killed. I'm a killer. I am a murderer. I am going to be arrested. My family needs me. I killed someone. Oh my gods. She cried again. Tears flowing down her cheeks. That's what you get for trying to discover what you are. There is my reward. I am a murdere--

Lyly opened her eyes. The hell was that? She turned her head the her window to see that it was still dark. It felt so real!  How did, how could, I dream of something I have never seen! I've never seen a blaster, never been to a jungle...I don't even know what a human looks like! She was so confused, she pondered over the dream for a long time before getting up to view the sunset.

She continued her day farming, distant from reality as she begins to remember other dreams like it. In one dream, I met a human. He said he was like me, and I said I know. WHAT DO I KNOW? What is going on?! Why am I feeling so...watched right now? This is so confusing.

Midday her mother called her in for lunch. "You're lucky that today I made you lunch! Lyly-are you listening to me? Gods! This is the thanks I get for making you lunch while you goof around and just stare at the field! I don't feed you to sit around all da-"

"Mother, I had another nightmare last night. I'm sorry for not meeting your standards today, I was lost in thought. And thank you for this meal, also." Numbed to anger at this point, the girl calmly interrupted her mother. "Then I guess I'll finish the work and you go to town to buy these things, okay?" Her mother stomped of to the field mumbling. Normal behavior for a vicious female Davellian.

Now; onward to town!