SYZYGY
/ˈsizijē/
(n) an alignment of celestial bodies
Orona Erso was never ashamed of herself, until who she was shattered before her very own eyes.
Cassian Andor was ashamed of unspeakable things he had done, and spent most of his time convincing...
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Orona's hand shook as she lifted the knife, preparing to plunge it into the older man's chest. These were her orders; she had done this before. Coruscant's underground fighting pits were a brutal place. You killed, or you got killed. She fought and murdered for their entertainment daily, but today she made the mistake of looking deeper into her opponent's expression.
He searched the crowded, boisterous court room for an escape, but found none as the band's music blared loudly. His pale blue eyes, unblinking and holding all the fear of the galaxy, seemed to scream for her mercy. Hair as white as snow, his skin wrinkled from years of life, he grasped her wrist gently, as a gesture of peace and pleading.
She held her stance and kept emotions from seeping through her cold exterior. She could only think of what her sister would do, and if she would be proud of her for surviving, but Orona knew Jyn would hate to see her sister in this state.
He was pathetic and utterly defenseless, like prey caught in the jaws of a tiger, and Orona was the tiger.
She looked away in shame, causing the man on death row to whimper in confusion. He was to die by her enslaver's orders, but when did Orona ever follow the rules?
Her grip quickly tightening on the knife in her hand, she turned and flung the weapon at one of the nearby goons. The knife lodged itself in the criminal's neck as Orona stood, dragging the old man up to his feet alongside herself.
"Go! Run!" She shoved him toward the exit, throwing a punch at an attacker and hearing a satisfying crack of bones when her fist connected.
An enormous Hutt—one of Jabba's cousins who'd recieved Orona as a gift along with a handful of other slaves—upon his throne in the front of the room, shouted furiously over the chaos ensuing around him. Orona took on thug after thug, making the best use out of everything around her; tables were her shields, chairs were her barricade, shards of broken glass from emptied bottles were her swords.
Until the Hutt let out a great noise; one that rattled even Orona and her fearless nature. The old man had been forced to the ground, and had a blaster pinning his skull to the floor. He let out a soft sob of terror that made Orona's heart ache.
Her enslaver, Blebu Tiure, began speaking in Huttese, which one of his goons translated smoothly, "You will pay for your actions and you will do what you are told, slave." Blebu gestured to the old man on the floor, then to Orona, as he spoke. "Bring him to the butcher, and my champion will receive five lashes."
The old man was dragged away as Orona yelled after him, but she was soon bound to a post in chains. His screams filled the cramped space full of fans and spectators as a pale blue Twi'lek began to harvest his limbs. The crowd cheered.She had tried so desperately and stupidly to save him. She could have spared him a quick death.
