Thieves and a Princess: A Star Wars Fanfiction

Chapter Six- The Rebellion

The soft murmur of voices made Orion flicker his eyes open. "Where am I?" He mumbled, and went to rub his eyes, before realizing that his hands were cuffed together behind his back. His golden eyes widened, and looked around, spotting a few people sitting around a table, staring at him. One of them was Akana, who was trying to get him to make contact with her. Orion simply ignored her. A woman stood up. "I am senator Mon Mothma. Welcome to-"
"The Rebel Alliance?" Orion asked bored, picking at his cuffs that he currently wore. "Look, I'm not interested, so I'm just gonna leave." He said, standing up. He managed to unlock the cuffs, and clip them to the person next to him without the man noticing. He walked away, many people racing after him.

He walked out to the hangar, and stole a blaster out of someone's holster without him noticing. Someone was running at him- it looked like someone from the room he was just in. "Hey! Stop right there!" He demanded. Orion scoffed. "Catch me if you can." He said smirking, and raced off.

He turned down a hallway, avoiding people as they watched him confused. Soon, the echo of his own footsteps greeted him, and he slowed down to a walk. He looked around. 'This must be their quarters' he thought to himself. He walked down a series of doors, thinking of an escape from wherever he was.

"There!" Someone yelled. More guards came, running down from both directions of the hallway. Orion punched the first guy, stole his baton, and proceeded to whack them on the head with extreme skill. Soon, everyone was either on the ground groaning, or they were backing up, their blasters shaking in their hands. "Orion, let us talk in peace." The woman- Mon Mothma pleaded. He had his blaster aimed at her and her group of guards. He lowered his gun slightly, considering what would happen if he shot the woman (which he decided he wouldn't- she reminded him of his mother), when a gunshot rang out. He fell to the ground, excruciating pain erupting in his side.

He clenched his jaw, and turned around, only to see Akana staring back at him, her blaster drawn. Shock was evident on her face. "Akana! Why did you shoot him?!" Mon Mothma shouted at her. "Orion-" she began to say.

"Stop Akana. Just stop." Orion whispered, teeth clutched tightly. "I thought I could trust you, and then you shoot me? Leave me alone Akana Odar. Please." He told her, a single tear streaming down his scarred cheek. She ran off, and a boy came to his side. "Sir? I'm Andreas. I'm here to help-"

Orion was already gone before he could finish.