Clandestine

Prologue

When writing the book of life, waste little time on prologue and always forget the epilogue. Life doesn't provide background, nor does it tie neatly at the ends.

Slender boots clicked on the metal floor of the Starkiller, and most everyone in the vicinity knew exactly what was coming. Some hid as covertly as possible, while some strained to get a better look of what was coming. Heeled shoes were hardly practical, and only one person wore them.

Selan Croux was an elite person in the first order, known for her intimidating stance and presence around General Hux himself. Her face was constantly set, determined, and she wore glasses, another strange impracticality. With advanced laser eye surgery, there wasn't a person in the First Order wearing those glass-pained liabilities. Except, apparently, there was.

She dressed professionally and sharply, patriotically embroidered uniform mostly hidden by her long black cloak. Very few people ever really saw her, as she remained on the upper levels of the base, with all the higher-ups. She was General Hux's assistant, a battle strategist, and an occasional speech-giver. Her voice was cutting, but smooth, and embarrassingly feminine. However, it was strong and nearly as powerful as the general's.

She was Chief Warrant Officer, who dealt with all things technical and strategy. Recently, her position had fallen to something between an advanced assistant and an executive officer. Regardless, she was labeled 'essential'.

For the first time in months, Selan clicked through a lower level, shocking technicians and troopers alike. She stayed in executive quarters and dined in the executive dining room, and her job was fully operational without ever needing to lay eyes on a broken vent or a shabby hall. This made it all the more a mystery: Why was she there? She walked for what seemed like hours, before stopping at a Stormtrooper who was practically shaking.

"KN-734?"
"Y-Yes?" Her face remained stoic, but she pulled something from behind her cloak.

A lightsaber.

She held it in such a way that when she activated, two silver blades shot out, making a straight line that hummed with energy. 

"Ma'am, please, I don't--"
"Selling secrets is a capital offense, even if you don't know much."
"I didn't--please, I'll do anything!"
"I know. But I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go."

With that, even as he tried to slink away from her, one of the ends found its way into the 'trooper's chest cavity with a sickening hiss. She let it be for a moment, before retracting the blades and clipping the saber back on her belt.

There were a few bystanders, all stricken and horrified, and she addressed them with a level gaze. The apathetic shine never left her eyes, her cold expression never wavered.

"Leave him for the night. Let anyone who walks past know the consequences for betraying the First Order."

Duty seemingly done, she clicked back in the same direction she had come. And the little-known legend that was Selan Croux expanded overnight.