Enigma- A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 8

"Ready to do this?" Alda asked her partner in crime as the crouched low to the ground under the cloudy night sky.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied with a smirk.

The two nodded to one another and then made a mad dash for the building. They knew of a back way entrance. The only problem was getting there undetected. Luckily, they were extra careful to not be seen. They stayed low and moved fast, being aware of any light nearby that would expose them.

"This is it," Alda said as they got to the small door. The whole warehouse was seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Evander stepped up and used a spare R2 part to hack into the controls. From there, they unlocked the door. The tension skyrocketed as they peeled back the door, not knowing what they'd find. They both let out a huge sigh of relief to find the hallway empty.

"Quick, lets go," Evander said as he closed the door behind them.

The pair moved along the wall, fearfully peering around each corner.

Alda heard a nose behind them and her eyes went wide as the moon they were on.

"What do we do?" She whispered frantically.

Evander looked just as scared and confused,"I don't know!"

Alda finally came back to reality and grabbed his arm, dragging him behind her to a storage closet. They stood just a foot apart, squished among fabric and other pieces of machinery they couldn't see well. With their eyes shut tight and heavily breathing, they waited for the footsteps to pass. Finally, they did.

"Let's go," Evander said. He cautiously opened the door, then burst out with Alda hot on his heels.

"Slow down, you're too loud!" Alda warned. He slowed down enough to humor Alda, though the expression on his face was frustrated and reckless.

They made their way throughout the facility like that for a few more minutes. Here is where the real work would begin.

"Hey, who are you two?" A Zygerrian man with a data pad asked as he approached them angrily.

"We're here for the same reason you are, buddy," Evander said with a surprising amount of swagger.

"Oh yeah? On who's authority?" He sneered, crossing his arms and taking a step closer.

"Issa Molexsta. That's who." Alda said, crossing her arms and keeping a stone cold poker face.

The man glared at then and kept walking.

"Oh Force that was terrifying," Evander said with an exasperated sign.

"Ditto that."

The pair had to keep up the cocky attitude for a long time in order to keep the reputation they were going for. All that was left was to find the Spice Transport.

"That can't be it," Evander said with a puzzled face,"That thing's teeny." They stood before a small civilian transport, allegedly holding the spice.

"Just pick up a crate and bring it on, we can see for ourselves," Alda said. They both got a hover-crate and began pushing it on, pretending they belonged there. Luckily, it was enough to fool everyone. The ship looked completely normal, except for a large secret compartment under the floor. It was raised and everyone was loading it quickly. But something was... off. Alda saw it first.

"Evander? Come look at this..." Alda was standing in front of an open crate, armed with thousands of tiny proton bombs.

His eyes widened as he saw what she was seeing. "They're gonna bomb Corascaunt."