Midnight Moon ☽ Sabine Wren [Star Wars Rebels]

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Chapter Two;

Soleil didn't exit the freighter straight away.

There was a table surrounded by a large, inbuilt sofa nearby. She promptly collapsed on upon it, the weariness of the past hours overcoming her body. With a yawn, she placed her arms on the table and rested her head upon them, her eyes fluttering closed.

A few seconds later, and she was asleep.

When she next came to, Soleil was unaware of how much time had passed. As she drowsily drifted from the realms of sleep to consciousness, she was suddenly aware of something.

She paused, trying to determine if it was something that still lingered from her dream. But very soon, she was aware it was not.

She didn't know how, but she knew people were approaching the ship. It was as though she could feel them approach.

Soleil lurched to her feet, heart pounding. She couldn't escape the ship – she'd be spotted instantly. Her head swung around to each corner, in search of a place to hide.

She couldn't believe her luck. A small metal compartment, just to the side. It was tiny, but she would be able to squeeze herself inside.

Without further hesitation Soleil darted inside, and just in time. As she closed the entrance, she heard the footsteps approach, along with their accompanying voices.

"No problems, anyone?" The voice was definitely feminine, mature and insightful.

"Course not," a young male voice snorted. "There weren't even blaster shots, just picking up supplies."

"But there was potential, especially after your last mission with Sabine."

"Hey! That wasn't our fault!" a new voice, feminine but still younger. "We didn't expect others to be after the information too! And we still completed the mission successfully." She added the last past defensively.

"Barely," a deeper, gruff voice said.

Several beeps and whirls sounded – definitely from a droid.

"Ugh!" the girl exclaimed. There was a dull thud – it sounded like she had hit something.

"Kids, please, stop arguing," the first feminine voice sighed. "We need to make it to the refugee camp, I'll put in the co-ordinates."

What sounded like a single pair of footsteps left the room. The others laughed and engaged in new conversation, their voices lacing together in a way that made it hard to determine who was saying what. As they spoke, Soleil felt her stomach swoop as the freighter left the ground and began its ascent into the air.

Then, without warning, there was a brief lull in conversation.

It was the young boy who broke it first. "Kanan, do you feel -"

"Yeah," a new, deep voice said gravely. "I do."

Soleil stopped breathing and focused on becoming utterly skill, as though by not moving she could make herself undetectable, unable to be caught by eye. She closed her eyes, ignoring how her lungs felt like they were about to burst as she tensed her muscles, suddenly feeling like prey amongst a hoard of predators.

Footsteps, unnaturally loud in the sudden silence of the crew, grew closer at a steady rate.

There's no way they know about me, though. They have no way of seeing me unless the door to this thing was open and it's not so unless they're, I don't know, superhumans or something they couldn't possibly know...