In the Dark

Welcome to Ghost Squadron

           I sat in the diner for a little while longer, taking in everything these complete strangers had told me. Who do they think they are? Coming here, asking me to leave everything I know behind, and with the Rebellion no less! I have always despised the Empire and what they do, but it was giving me good business. I hadn't ever really thought about joining the Rebellion before. It's not like when I was younger I dreamt of smuggling, but I hadn't really planned on being a soldier either. 

           I got up to leave, and was going to leave the holodevice, but I couldn't bring myself to leave it behind. I felt some sort of indefinable connection with it, as if it was made  to show me something. I turned back and angrily  grabbed it off the table. This day was not going the way I thought it would.

          Instead of going to my next job like I was scheduled to, I headed home. My house is in the poorer part of Kor Vella, so it isn't as pretty as the plaza. As I was walking, the device felt heavy in my hand. I felt as though something terrible was about to happen. I sped up, the sense of urgency winning over my weariness that usually occurs after a long day like this. After what feels like hours, I reach my neighborhood.

          I skip up the wooden steps to my door, and pull the key out from inside my shoe. I quickly unlock the door, and practically run inside. Whatever I was feeling, it was so strong I could barely slow myself down. I threw myself down on my bed, and fumble with the device, trying to find the right button to turn it on. After running my hand over the left side, I found it, and pressed it.

        The familiar blue light filled up my darkened room, as a beautiful, brown haired young woman appeared. 

        "Bria Moonhill, my name is Leia Organa. I have recently discovered that Darth Vader is going to Corellia, and is doing so to find you. I have done my research, and have found no trace of you other than this photo." 

         My face suddenly replaced hers. The blue light switched to a mixture of colors from my photo. I had tried my hardest to delete it from every database that might have it, but the Imperial codes were too hard to crack. It was taken the day I had stolen a fifth one of Passik's clients. I was running from his thugs across the plaza, my jet black braids falling out, while my lanky arms and legs were doing whatever they could to get people out of my way. My bright blue eyes scanning where to go next. 

       The photo disappeared, and the princess was visible again.

       "I need your help. You have something, and the Empire is willing to risk anything to get it. The Rebellion needs to know what it is. We aren't offering much, but we will give you protection, and a new life so they will never find you. I have sent Ghost Squadron to pick you up. While I fully understand if you do not accept this offer, take this as a head start. The Empire will not give up and they do not treat their prisoners kindly."

        The room went dark and silent. I couldn't breathe. I knew I should still be skeptical but there was a light feeling in my core again. I could trust them, I could trust the princess, but what I still didn't understand is why Darth Vader wants me. I had information of course, but nothing that nearly everyone else on this planet already doesn't already know. 

        I suddenly realized that there was only two hours until dawn. I grabbed a backpack and started gathering "what was dearest to me", as Zeb had put it. I had made my decision. I'm going to go with them. Besides, if anything goes wrong, I can just steal their ship and run away.

       I packed some clothes, credits, and my datapad into the bag. I checked to make sure I had my stunning blaster, and some energy packs. I was in such a hurry that I was already halfway out of the door before realizing I had almost left my ring.

       I turned back inside, and quickly grabbed it off of my nightstand. It was a silver band with a purple rock as the main jewel. On the inside, "To Bria Moonhill, my love", was engraved. No, I didn't have a secret boyfriend in case you were wondering. It was on the necklace I was wearing when I was found by the local authorities when I was a child. It's the only trace I have as to who my parents were, or to who I am.

       I slipped it on my finger and left my house. I plan to never come back here, but I do feel a bit nostalgic as I run away. I will miss my home, but right now, I'm more focused on the fact that I have to get to docking bay 13 before my only hope for survival leaves.

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       I ran as fast as I could, taking short cuts I knew along the way. I knew the best route because I would meet many of my clients here but the trip still took me nearly an hour.

      When I reached docking bay 13, I could hear Zeb yelling at something for not working properly and some angry beeps in return. I immediately sighed of relief, glad that they hadn't left without me. I turned the corner and slammed straight into someone.

        I quickly backed away, rubbing my head. I looked up to see a boy near my age, also rubbing his head.

       "Ouch! What th-" the boy cut himself off and looked at me closer, "wow you're eyes. They're bea-"

         He was cut off again, this time by Zeb. "Look who finally showed up! Kanan, you better get out here!"

         Kanan stepped out of the ship, and smiled slightly. "Bria," he said, walking towards me, "I'm glad you decided to join us." He spread his arms out gesturing to their ship. 

         "Welcome to the Ghost Squadron."

This chapter was so hard for me to write for some reason so I'm sorry it was somewhat uneventful except for that ending! I feel relieved that I am finally going to be able to write about the Ghost Crew which I know is what I said last time, but I barely got to this time. This is the most excited I have ever been about writing and I am loving it so far! I hope you are too! Remember to leave comments, I will respond to all of them! Thanks and Happy Reading!

                                 --K