Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 22: Freedom

I slowly opened my eyes, hearing crackling, as I saw someone holding my lightsaber, pushing against Vader trying to save me.

"Z!" I gasped. I realized I hadn't seen him roll under the gate.

"Mira! Move!" He shouted, as I could see that he was losing his grip.

I tried to ignore the pain in both my leg and my nose, as I watched Vader and Z fight. Surprised the Z could hold his own, I felt arms grab me, and Wen hoist me up, supporting my weight as my bad leg faltered, maybe broken, but I suspected just a strained ankle.

"The others are on the ships! Come on!" Wen assisted me to the ship as I force pushed Vader away from Z to let my friend escape from him.

The ships began to take off as we climbed on. The prisoners fired at the stormtroopers, as Vader used the force to grab our ship and not let it take off. "Put more gas into it!" Someone shouted.

"If I put any more pressure on this bucket of bolts it'll break!" The pilot shouted.

I looked down at Vader and extend my hand, making rubble pelt him. His grip on the ship stayed strong as he used his other hand to stop it as it floated, before it flew up and hit the hull of the ship.

"Hold on!" Wen shouted, as we started spiraling towards a mountain.

"Jump!" Climber screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping to the ground below and ruling to safety. Others began to follow the suit. I was one of the last few out, hitting the ground just as the ship hit the mountain, and exploded in a fiery flame.

"Quickly. We gotta get moving and get out of here." Qoy helped me up as the group started gathering together.

"I told Anoles to meet us on that mountain, so we better hurry and start climbing so she can get us out of here." Z pointed to where the ship had crashed, but to the top.

"Z, you saved me. How did you know how to fight like that?" I asked after we had been walking and climbing for an hour.

"Of course I'd save you! You're my friend. And as for fighting... I just blocked his saber. And did what you were doing."

"Well, thank you. For saving me." I smiled softly.

"You're welcome." He smiled back.

We reached the top before I saw the Rainstorm entering the atmosphere, and flying our way, being chased by TIE bombers and fighters.

Blasts hit the ships following them, and Z, Wen, and I cheered for Gor's direct hits. Anoles opened the hatch for all of us to climb on, and then took off while it started rising. Z immediately ran to the other cannon.

Greenie was piloting the ship as Anoles came out and hugged me and Wen tightly. Then she slapped Wen, "You idiot! I thought you were dead!"

"Sorry. But you only seem to care then." Wen rubbed his cheek, joking.

She sighed, before Greenie beeped like crazy over the com, telling us that there was trouble, as Anoles bolted to the pilot's room. She slipped in the chair and invaded the laser blasts from the tie fighters and the star destroyers. She made the ship transcend as Z climbed up the ladder quickly to fire at them with Gor. The hyperdrive charged, while many of the Empire ships followed the Rainstorm.

"May we?" Climber asked Z, shouting over the gun blasts, while Trace asked Gor.

"Yeah, go ahead. You know how to work this?" Z climbed down.

"Toggle on left missile and magnetic pulse, right to aim, triggers to fire!" He was already shooting, the two clones taking over the action.

"WOOHOO!" Trace cheered as Climber laughed.

"I've missed this!"

"Goodbye Empire!"

I could hear the faint booms of the explosions, and the ship shuddered. Anoles shifted it into hyperdrive.

The ship flew away from Agon Nine. While we were in hyperspace, Climber and Trace climbed down and helped others be patched up. Anoles made Greenie take over the controls again while she used her medical expertise to assist.

Many of the prisoners who were involved in the firefight had bad blaster wounds and wouldn't make it through the next 24 hours, and they knew it but were happy that they were not dying on that horrid planet.

I tried to hold still as Anoles gently dabbed the blood away from my nose. "You ok? You had quite a beating. Luckily not having broken any bones." She asked as I flinched.

"I'm ok. Z saved me. I owe him my life."

"I know you mean your physical. But what about your mental?"

I sighed, "Broken, if any other word existed to describe it. Seeing how one destined so much could fall that far and still hold the power believed to save us, but used it to destroy everything that took centuries to create. He wanted me to join him Anoles. Become a Sith like him."

Anoles looked at me worried, and I gasped as she hugged me. I hugged back, hearing her whisper, "I'm just glad that you're ok. Because I know it seems strange, but you're like a daughter to me."

I smiled and hugged back tighter while smiling.

She smiles and soon we let go of each other. She brushes a stray gray hair out of her face. "Mira! Your side!" She noticed my wound, and grabbed bandages and sterilizers I looked at it.

The lightsaber wound was from when I had jumped off the platform to escape Vader and get under the gate was various shades of red and black. His lightsaber had cauterized it.

I had forgotten about it, since it didn't hurt, and it was concealed by the now baggy orange prison uniform I wore still.

Anoles sprayed the liquid onto my wound, making me cry out in pain. As I bit my lip, she finished patching me up, she made me go to my room and rest.

"Hey kid." I heard Qoy say from behind me, and turned around to see him leaning against the wall.

"Why does everyone keep calling me kid? Please... Just, don't." I sighed.

He shrugged, "How you feel?"

"Sore, burned, bloody, but I'll live. You?"

"Few scrapes and bruises. I've had worse.

"That's good to hear. I'm guessing that you are heading out to find your ship and crew and rejoin them?"

"If they'll have me. Why don't you join me?" He offered.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I got a team of my own." I declined.

"It was worth a try. Anytime you need something, go ahead and message me. I owe you more than one kid. You saved my behind." He handed over his data pad number, and saluted, leaving me.

I looked at it, and went into my room to put it in the pad and slowly lay down, wincing from the wounds. I sighed in relief as I was fully laying down. The bed felt so soft after having slept on the prison bed for a day. I immediately dozed off, a small smile on my face.