Thieves and a Princess: A Star Wars Fanfiction

Chapter Five- The Thief

"You are accused of thievery,murder, and multiple accounts of vandalism." The officer said to the smirking man. "Murder? Thievery? By all means, elaborate on such topics." The man responded, a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

The officer was obviously a new recruit. The way he kept glancing at the mirror (which was obviously a one way window on the other side), and how he stuttered as he accused him gave it away. 'This should be fun' he thought.

"Well," the officers voice shook, "you robbed 500,000 credits from a high ranked imperial official-"

"Oh please, he was practically swimming in money, he only noticed it's absence when he was counting his credits." The man interrupted, rolling his golden eyes. The officer took a deep breath and continued. "You assassinated 5 galactic leaders." He said, arching an eyebrow.

"Hey, it's not that anyone even liked them, well, maybe you guys at the empire..." he said thoughtfully. He then sighed, running a hand through his short black hair. "Look here newbie. It was great talking to you, but now I gotta go." The officer's eyes widened, and stood up to stop him, but the criminal pulled out a hidden blaster and shot him in the chest. He pulled out a coms link. "Storm-5, this is Orion Cortez." He said into the small tube. "Orion! It's about time!" A female voice said playfully on the other side. "Yeah, yeah, just land the ship Akana." There was chuckling heard on the other side, and the roaring of engines could be heard from the interrogation room. He stole the officer's ID card, and swiped it across a scanner. The steel door opened with a satisfying whoosh. He strolled to the awaiting ship. Akana waved, her blue skin standing out in the rather plain cockpit.

He had known Akana for a year now. She had proven to be a good getaway pilot, although she went on frequent 'trips' to go see a relative in the Yavin system, which is very odd. Most twi'leks prefer Ryloth, which definitely ISN"T in that system- it's in the Ryloth system.

"Welcome back Cortez." She greeted, quickly shutting off the radio. "Who were you calling?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. "Just an old contact." She blurred out, the Twi'lek shifting away so she could either 1) Start flying, or 2) stop looking at Orion. He shrugged and plopped down into the co-pilot's chair. He leaned back, as Akana flew the stolen Imperial cargo ship, the imperial base growing smaller and smaller.

"Hey Orion, you don't mind stopping at the nearest moon for some fuel?" She asked, not looking up from the controls. "Sure, why not." He mumbled, half asleep. A sudden pain into his neck jolted him awake. Akana was there, injector something into him. "Sorry Orion." She apologized as everything went black.