Starwars- The Edge

Cargo

Othria's POV-
"Hey there!" She exclaimed perkily as the doors to her ship opened. Merel stood on the other side of the room holding up his own blaster, preparing to shoot. The people who had entered the ship were an officer and three troopers. And currently, only three troopers were alive. She just shot the officer in stun mode.
The other three went down fairly quickly due to Merel's rapid firing skill. They fell to the floor with several thuds and Othria knew they would have to move fast to take over the transport before they woke up again. "These four we will keep alive so they can help us load the cargo, but the rest won't get any mercy. Got it?" Merel said as he advanced forward and past the unconscious bodies. "Got it," she answered and followed her brother into their opponent's ship. It didn't take long until they were met with more troopers.
Othria rolled to the right and landed on one knee. She shot twice from each blaster then moved to dodge another shot from a white-clad trooper. She stood and twisted out of the way, causing the red fire to hit the wall behind her. Merel then took out that storm trooper who threatened to hurt his sister. She gave a mischievous smirk at the final two.
The innocent appearing Twilek used both pistols to fire at one of the armored people. It took three times of pulling the trigger until her plasma broke past the boundary of the trooper's armor and he collapsed. Soon, the last one followed suit.
Without saying a word, Merel and Othria ran towards the bridge. At this time, there were few stormtroopers left onboard so they encountered little resistance on their way to the Bridge of the transport ship. Once they got there, the pair waltzed right on in.
No technician or officer or commander was left breathing on the bridge. It served them right for helping the Empire, Othria justified to herself. She had to admit, guilt always found its way to her after every battle. She just had to keep reminding herself that the Empire was no good and that these weapons were headed to strengthen their base most likely. She kept reminding herself of what the Empire did to her and Merel. It was their fault that they were on this path and in this life.
So, shaking the feeling of guilt off her shoulders, she started towards one of the control panels. Holstering her weapons, she bent over the computer. Her fingers moved gracefully across the board as she sliced her way into the system. "The cargo bay is over there, Merel," she said as she pulled up a map of the ship. She pointed a delicate finger at the screen. She felt Merel's presence near her and look at the map. He plugged his armband into the console and downloaded the information. "Alright, I'll go and check it out then get our captives to help us load it all up. You slice into the computers and erase all and any information of us," he replied and started walking out. Muttering to herself, which was something she often did, Othria did as she was told.
She deleted the records of their ship ever being scanned, the transmission, and any facts about their ship. She was certain that one of their "captives" would remember some of the information, but not enough to endanger them too much. There were plenty of YT-2400 freighters out there after all.
              Othria had always enjoyed slicing. It was something that came to her rather easily, which seemed fair considering the fact that she wasn't nearly as tough as her brother. She was the brains and he was the brawn and that was how they worked.
  It was a survival skill, learning how to slice and fix things. She and her twin brother had grown up on the streets, and on the Twilek home planet. They both grew up originally on Ryloth, where working in a factory was what most Twileks did if they weren't dancers or enslaved. So working in a factory is what they had done until they were taken from their home by the Empire. Then, then they were enslaved. Enslaved and sold to some owner on the planet Corellia, but their enslavement certainly hadn't lasted long.
          Together, Othria and Merel broke free of their owner's clutches. Merel almost killed him for what eh had tried to do to his sister, but the two had let him live. They weren't cold hearted killers necessarily, but Othria wished they had been. That man deserved pain and death and every misfortune that was going to befall him...