Mol Eliza: A Star Wars Story

Chapter 1

Mol Eliza had just beaten a stranger at a cantina game. Mol had won a lot that day, nearly 1,000 credits. He removed his hood, showing his dark brown hair. "Well, Mol, looks like you win again", said the stranger. Mol had spent most of his life playing this game in the cantina, winning nearly every game. Mol turned around, thinking that he was done for the day, and then found himself staring down the barrel of a blaster pistol.

"Come on, Mol. I know you have plenty of credits in your pockets. Give them to me", growled the man. He was a tall, but slightly thin man. "I don't have all day. Give them to me. NOW", the man was now furious, Mol felt on fire being this close to him. "I gonna give 'ya until the count of three. One..." Mol felt nervous. He didn't want to die here, not here. "Two..." Mol was praying in his head, please don't let me die. "Thr-uh", the man went as two red lasers struck him in the back. He fell down, dead. Mol looked at the person who shot him. She had chromium armor on, with men in white armor behind her. "I am Captain Phasma. This place is now under the control of the First Order".

Her voice was commanding, yet he felt a sort of sense of safety near her. Maybe it was the fact that she had a blaster and a squad of First Order stormtroopers behind her. "I'm hear looking for a man by the name of Poe Dameron. I heard he visits here often." Her voice seemed to tense up at the saying of his name. No one spoke up. "I see then. Line them up." Mol began to tremble. He just escaped death once, he didn't think he could pull it off a second time. He began to look for an exit, scanning the room while still keeping his eyes on Captain Phasma. He saw a tiny duck hole behind the bar. It was small, but he could fit. I should have brought my blaster, Mol thought. "Hey!", one of the troops shouted. They all immediately ran outside. Mol followed them. What was going on outside was stunning.