There were explosions everywhere. T-65 X-Wings were flying above, raining lasers. The ground was no better. There were strange people in X-Wing suits shooting at the stormtroopers. Mol immediately ran outside to the nearest ship, dodging gunfire. He saw an injured pilot in a crashed X-Wing, in front of him a stormtrooper. Mol didn't want that man to die, not in a chaotic situation like this, where his body would never be found. Mol found a blaster from a dead stormtrooper, loaded the gun, and fired blindly. It hit the stormtrooper in the side, making him collapse immediately. Mol's heart was thudding. He never killed anyone before, not even in self-defense. "Are you okay?", he asked the pilot. "Yeah, just a little beat up.", the pilot replied. "Let's get you out of here.", Mol said. He dragged the pilot into a nearby ship, somehow untouched in this disaster. "You know how to fly this?", the pilot asked. "I got a lot of hobbies.", Mol replied. He started the ship, and flew away. The ship got brushed with laser during the battle, but was none the less okay.
Once they left the planet, they made it to a nearby ship. "Load your ship here", the pilot said. Mol docked the ship. Once they got out, they were greeted by a woman and a few pilots. "My name is Princess Leia Organa Solo. Who do you have here, Poe?"
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Mol Eliza: A Star Wars Story
FanfictionMol Eliza, a lowly cantina dweller, has to avoid the wrath of The First Order after helping Resistance soldiers escape.
