The Fight That Was: Star Wars Fanfic

Rogue Element: POV's: Rosie and Apollo

She spent the first few hours simply getting used to everything. Apollo took her around the base, which had all different types of people. Although there were predominantly humans, there were a good mix of other species. There were different barracks based on different factors, mostly schedules, but occasionally other things too. The people seemed decent enough, filled with a grim determination that she couldn't help but to relate to, and respect.

"It takes a special kind of man to stand up."

A quote she had always lived by, echoed by Apollo as he told the specific story of his own battalion. She couldn't help but feel like she'd fit in just fine, a reoccurring statement, she had begun to notice. Finally he took her to a smaller room, just a bit away from the main barracks.

"This, for lack of better words, is the minor's room. This of course is where you'll be staying." He explained, turning towards her. "You have two roommates, one boy and one girl." he continued, occasionally peering at the cabin.

"So.. I just go in?" she asked, admittedly feeling a bit stupid about the fact she needed to ask this. But she knew order would need to become something common in her day to day life.

He nodded, looking at it. "Might as well. Get to know your fellow roommates."

She nodded and walked forward, moving to the door before she heard his voice one more time.

"See you tonight." He said walking off. She nodded in reply and approached the cabin, which was a deep brown, only contrasted by the lighter colored door, which was completely barren of any designs.

It was time to meet her new roommates.

She stepped inside the room as she pushed the wooden door. It was lighter than she initially expected, the door gradually giving away and revealing the interior of the building. She didn't hesitate, stepping inside the building. She looked around, getting her first glimpse at what, she hoped, would become her new life.

The room was average sized, with three or four different bunk beds lining each side of the room, although five or six of them looked like they had never been used in the entirety of the time they had been there. A boy and a girl sat on two of the bunk beds beside the doorway. They looked over when they heard the door open.

The girl was small, with long brown hair, that went down to around her collar bone. Her clothes were a beige color, a basic design, she realized quickly. Her eyes were a dark brown color, and her face was dirty, but not like someone who fended for themselves. More like someone who came home from a day of work. The hair itself was messy, with different strands of it sticking up, while others were more kept under control. She was definitely the more childlike out of the two of them.

The boy, on the other hand, may have been the polar opposite. He had a decently large frame, not necessarily buff, but definitely not skinny like the girl. He had jet black hair, which he let sit, with just a bit coming down over his forehead. His shirt was a faded blue, taking years of experience of being worn. He was much bigger than the girl, probably at least half a foot larger.

As she looked at them, and they looked at her, she found there was one difference that set them apart. As she looked at the two of them, she knew exactly what it was. What set them apart from each other. The defining factors of each of them: their eyes.

The girl's eyes stood out. She looked at Rosie with eyes filled with curiosity. Just one look showed that. She even looked excited, as if the idea of somebody new coming to the cabin was unheard of. She looked like someone who, for lack of better terms, was still naïve about the galaxy.

The boy, however, more mirrored herself. His eyes were wheathered, clearly a more rough existence, as the same wheatherness was visible across his face. Among that, his eyes were filled with distrust. It was just a glint, something she probably wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't had the upbringing that she did. She lived in a world of distrust, and had to adjust. Although she hoped that life was finally behind her, the skills could still come in handy

They continued to look at each other for a few seconds, all likely with our own thoughts running through our heads. Finally the girl broke the silence.

"Uh, hey.." she said simply. Great icebreaker.

"Hi." Rosie replied, not very interested in carrying any conversations. But apparently the boy, he was.

"Alright, cut the crap." he said, his voice harsh as his kept his eyes on her. "who exactly are you?"

"Well, seeing as this is where youth supporting this rebel group --"

"Cell. Rebel cell." He interrupted.

"..this rebel cell." she emphasized the word cell. "I'm probably a youth supporting the rebels." She said sarcastically.

"Works for me." The girl said, earning a glare from the boy.

"I guess if Apollo said yes we don't have a right to complain." the boy said, thinking heavily.

She watched him, hand to his chin, getting a feeling that this was normal for him. The girl looked at her, giving an apologetic smile. Rosie was already beginning to like her.

"Well my name's Ella." She introduced.

"I'm Rosie." Rosie responded

The boy hesitated, but decided to follow suit. "Well I'm Zach."

Ella sat back down on the bed, and after a moment Zach did the same. Rosie had to admit the beds looked comfortable, and decided she'd try them before long. She wanted to feel at home.

POV: Apollo

He looked around the board room, seeing the different faces looking at him, some seeming pleased, while others looking on with faces of disappointment. Apollo waited, his eyes darting from face to face, figure to figure. Finally, he heard a voice speak up.

"Apollo, mind if we ask why you brought in another.. rogue element?" Wells questioned.

Apollo turned his head to face him, realizing that he needed to be cautious when he was speaking. He was speaking to his superior after all. He took a cautious moment to mull over his words before speaking.

"Sir." He started, "with all due respect, we need people."

He was right, and everyone in the room knew it. Numbers had dwindled for years, leaving fewer and fewer members remaining. But now, they all tried to move on from it. One of the few things that drove Apollo mad. He kept his eyes narrowed as he waited for a response.

"This is true." Wells replied, his hands covering his face.

"But enabling outsiders to waltz in could endanger us all." Alexis Keirmeyer, the founder explained.

"Okay, cut the crap." Apollo said putting his hands on the table. "You and I both know something big is going on here!" he exclaimed, looking directly at Alexis, who in turn, looked at the other council member, Pamela Lovelace, whom, to Apollo's knowledge, was an old senator.

"We've got nothing to lose." Pamela said, looking back. "Show him."