If Only We Could Have-A Rogue One Fanfiction

Pew, Pew!

"By the stars..." I run to the cockpit. Cass is frozen still, staring at the debris hurtling through space. R5 is shocked, too.

So many people, dead.

In such a short instant.

By some miracle of the Space Gods watching us, R5 manages to snap us out of this trance. He wheels up beeping frantically and whistling like a maniac. My eyes go wide. "He's right. Cass, stop flying us towards the planet. We can't stop now, not when-" my voice cracks. "-Not when millions and millions of people have died.

"This isn't for Scarif any more. This isn't for us. This is for Alderaan."

I make my voice hard as steel, determination and adrenaline coursing through my veins like a river of lava.

We can't fail now.

We can't.

"You are right."

Cass's voice is faint and raw, but it's there.

"We're getting this princess off the Death Star."

I manage to turn the corners of my lips up a few millimeters. "Yes we are."

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The Death Star is right there in all its drab grey glory, little lights twinkling as if mocking my inability to keep people alive.

I glare at it. If only my glare could blow it up the way it blew up Alderaan...

But this isn't a perfect world.

"How are we going to get into that thing?" I ask, mildly bewildered.

"We let the tractor beam pull us in. Then, we run out into the hangar and blast at everyone and everything we can see. They'll be alerted, and quickly, but we put on some stormtrooper suits and run off. As far from the ship as we can without getting lost."

"And then?" I'm still doubtful. "How will we find the princess? We don't know where she is."

"Well. We find some stormtroopers or officers walking around by themselves. We ask nicely, if they don't know, we shoot them."

I think about shooting all these innocent people. Then i realize... They're not innocent. Not if they can stand by and watch the Empire blow up a whole planet, a peaceful planet, and not do anything about it.

No, they're nowhere near innocent.

"Cass, you're a genius."

"I've been told," he grins.

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The tractor beam gets us like Cass predicted not long ago. We stand in front of the ramp, Cass having set a timer for it to drop down as soon as we land in the hangar. We go out, shoot everyone we can see.It's risky, but we are hopeful.

Because Rebellions are built on hope.

The ship drops down into the hangar, and the ramp lowers. I run out into the hangar, Cass not far behind me. Pew, pew! Pew, pew! I fire at every moving thing in the hangar. Imps fall to the ground, dead, before any stormtrooper even managed to pull out a blaster. Cass and I grab some stormtrooper costumes- er, armor, (who am I kidding, those are plastic toys) then duck into a small, unused alcove. We quickly suit up, R5 following us almost silently. Then, to our immense surprise, another ship comes in.

"What do we do now?" I ask. I have and idea, and I think Cass thinks the same.

"Let's watch for a bit," Cass whispers to me.

I nod. That's my idea too. "This will be... Interesting," I reply.

New Stormtroopers and Imperial Officers arrive. Some take the bodies and drag them away, probably for their mothers to weep over their heroic sons death. Others take up positions around the new, unfamiliar ship and go in, searching it from top to bottom. Other others are talking to watch other, making plans on how to find the 'criminals from the other ship'. I start when I realize... That's us.

A stray thought flickers through my brain.

How dare they call us criminals!

Some stormtroopers come out of the ship. I narrow my eyes. Those aren't the same troopers that went in. They are shorter, and walk differently to the precise, Imperial gait. I tell Cass, my eyes darting around uneasily.

"Let's follow them," he replies.

We slip out of the alcove when no one is watching and follow these new funny-looking troopers into a dark hallway. Evidently, they also came out of their ship when no one was looking because they somehow got a Wookie -a full blown, hairy, brown, walking carpet Wookie- out of the ship. I tiptoe up behind them. They don't talk, but their feet clatter against the polished floors loudly. I grab one of them and yank off the helmet.

The others turn in surprise.

A familiar -though not too familiar- face looks up at me with wide eyes.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes.

Terrified.

"Luke!"

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Chapters might be a bit shorter, and I might have to switch to updating once every two days, because I am going to China!!! And I don't know if they let you use Wattpad there (I know you can't use Facebook or Google) so if I suddenly go quiet for three weeks, well that why.

I'm sorry.

I read Star Wars: Aftermath the other day (yes, the whole book... in one day... don't judge). It's the gayest Star Wars book I've ever read, and believe me when I say I've read a lot. I'm really glad Star Wars is turning more lgbt+, with a rumored romance between Baze Malbus and Chirrut Imwe! It's a sign of how far humans have come, with female protagonists and stuff. :)

Also is it normal to write 800 words in over an hour? It feels like I'm taking too long to write a chapter.

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