City of Stars: A Star Wars Fanfic

The Rescue

Kylo had shattered both mentally and emotionally when his knees hit the floor, watching the Millennium Falcon shoot off into hyperspace. He was incapable of understanding why he was always such a failure. He had promised you one thing; he would keep you safe always. And he couldn't even do that correctly. He knelt there, if only for a moment, hot angry tears blinding his vision. He hated himself more than he could have ever hated the Resistance. His mind was trying to focus on twenty things at once; where did his mother go? Was [your name] okay? Were the twins going to make it? How was he going to get you back? He was lost amid these thoughts when a large, firm hand grasped his shoulder hard.

"Sir. Supreme Mistress may have been compromised, but I know where they've taken her."

He turned to see the Stormtrooper from earlier, whom had delivered the news regarding General Hux. He was holding Kylo's helmet in his free hand, extending it for his master to take. Kylo rose, an almost impressed look settling in his eyes.

"I might have use for you yet, FL-143237. Explain." When the trooper didn't answer fast enough, Kylo shoved him harshly into the nearby wall. "Tell me!"

His roar could have shaken the space station to its very core, and FL-143237 held his hands up defensively. "Right away, Sir. I overheard your conversation with General Organa via the comm station, and had the source traced to the middeck elevator. While unable to apprehend the General, I did follow her trail, Sir, and I don't mean to the hangar bay. She made a stop first, in the reactor room. Met with a Wookie. They spoke about taking the Supreme Mistress to give birth safely on Naboo, in some city called Theed."

Kylo's eyes narrowed, mind finally putting all the pieces together at the mere mention of Naboo. There was only one reason his mother would be stopping in Theed, the planet's capital city...and the prognosis wasn't good. "Set the coordinates for Theed, Mid Rim, Chommell Sector, in the Naboo System. Lightspeed ahead." He began to walk away, but something stopped him, a thoughtful look on his face as he turned back to glance at FL-143237. "Excellent work. Thank you."

FL-143237 didn't know how to take the praise, so he stood there, at attention, in a sort of happy awe, while Kylo stalked back toward the helm of the ship. He was coming for you, and his only prayer was that your girls would live long enough to see their grandmother's head on a pike.

Meanwhile, Leia had gone up to the cockpit to talk to Chewbacca for a while, Anakin nestled softly in her arms. She was rocking her, keeping an eye on the old droid who was tending to Shmi a few feet back. "Aren't they beautiful, Chewie?"

A string of mostly incoherent roars rumbled from the Wookie and Leia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know I am biased." There was another roar, and she sighed heavily in response. "What other choice do we have? I have family on Naboo, they'll know what to with the girls. Yeah...I know it's the first place he'll think to look. But it's not like I can take them to Alderaan."

Even as she defended her plan, she knew Chewie was right. It was times like this when she wished her adoptive father was still around. He always knew what to do. She needed to find them adoptive parents and fast, and she knew that her birth family still had ties to the Naboo Monarchy, they could spread the word as low-key as possible that there were identical twins in need of two loving families. At least she hoped so.

You were still in the cargo bay. You were bleeding, and a medical droid was positioned uncomfortably between your legs, delivering the afterbirth. Your body was sore, and your head ached from all the tears. You wanted nothing more than to go home. You were trying to concentrate through the pain and your body's natural urge to fall asleep, attempting to find the will to reach Kylo's lightsaber. You held out your hand very slowly, careful to not attract the attention of the droid, as the weapon very slightly rocked back and forth. Come on...you thought, 1...2...3...yes!