I stood up and wiped the tears off my face, and a little bit of blood. I opened the box up all the way. I held up a green wire and looked under it. I saw a red wire and a yellow wire. I grabbed the yellow wire and and pulls it out. I heard a 'sizzle'. I hope I pulled out the right cord. The door had smoke coming from it. I stepped back about 5 feet from the door and put my helmet on. It would keep the smoke out. The door came out of the hinges and fell to the ground. It made a loud crashing sound.
I walked back up to the door and kicked it to the side. I walked out and started heading towards the flight deck.
I turned left then right and walked down the stairs. I heard someone shout my name behind me."
"FS-2349!" I heard someone say. I looked behind me and it was Phasma. "What are you doing out here?" She asked me walking towards me. I stood still, not making a sound.
"Sorry," I replied. I turned around and kept walking, she followed. She was obviously mad at me. I just walked faster. I saw Darth Cayla still standing in the center of the flight deck. How long had I been out? That reminded me. I had to rebel. I tossed the thought to the side and kept walking.
I walked up to Darth Cayla and bowed in front of her. I stood back up and held my gun up at my side.
"Where have you been?" She asked me. I tried to change the subject, I didn't want to talk about that.
"What's my mission?" I asked.
"You missed it the other troopers already left to go fight the resistance. "But you can clean up the oil spill by the ty-fighters," Darth Cayla told me pointing to the left. I looked were she was pointing and saw two droids with mops cleaning up a puddle of oil. I sighed and walked over. This would be my time to think. I had to rebel.
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Pick a Side ⊳ Star Wars
Fanfiction"SOMETIMES ITS OKAY TO THINK WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS RIGHT, EVEN IF IT IS WRONG" [Completed]
