Lillibet - A Star Wars story

Zastiga

Kylo's spacecraft and just a handful more descended to Zastiga. The Rebels weren't in their ships, they weren't ready. Because they didn't think the First Order would attack again, and were planning to talk about a truce. The X-Wing Starfighters that managed to escape the blasters were just a couple more than the TIE Fighters shooting at them. And soon chaos prevailed.

Lillibet jumped into a Fighter too, followed the rest. She spotted Kylo's landed on the ground, because it was different from the rest. She flew right next to it and got out as soon as she could. Running around, she didn't see him anywhere. She clenched her fists and cursed under her breath. The scenery was all too familiar; Rebels running around, voices screaming, blasters being shot without apprehension of their destruction. She wished she never had to see that again; feel that.

What her eyes finally spot wasn't Kylo himself, but his lightsaber. It would be impossible to ignore. It was ignited, the red plasma blade sparking and dancing with menace, the light reflecting on everything around; his boots, the wet ground, the ruins of the Rebel base and the spacecrafts. He didn't move. He just stood there, facing the other way, hunching with a combat posture. His shoulders lifted and dropped again every time he breathed. Out of everything in sight; the fires, the bodies, the blood... he was the scariest.

"Kylo!"

Lillibet regretted shouting his name almost immediately. But he didn't move. He didn't even flinch . His eyes were glued on something that they wouldn't abandon no matter what. She stepped carefully closer, walking over debris, until she spotted him. It was the young boy she had fought in Pamarthe. Weaponless. Motionless. Helpless.

"Order them to call off the attack!" She did her best to sound confident. But there was something in her throat that made her voice eerie, broken.

All Kylo did in return was tighten his grip. The boy was staring at both of them, unable to speak, to move. His eyes weren't like they used to be, when he faced Lillibet alone. This time they didn't look resolute; they looked jittery.

"It's over..." Kylo's voice was calm, but hid many emotions. "If she couldn't kill you, I will not make the same mistake."

Lillibet felt his movements before he even did them. Kylo raised his saber high above his head and started running towards the Jedi. He would drop it with force, slicing him in half, and the boy wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him. Lightsabers cannot be stopped. The only things that could come in contact with their blade without being destroyed were other lightsabers, or some rare metals. And the Jedi had neither.

But Kylo's lightsaber was stopped anyway. And it was with Lillibet's one. She had moved in front of him and parried his strike. Last time she attempted to do the same thing, she ended up on the floor, disarmed. But this time was different. This time, it was Kylo who stumbled backwards, whose arms twitched and flew to the side.

Raising his head to look at her, his eyes widened in surprise and unbelief, simmering. Blood rushed to his veins, making them pop on his forehead. His cheeks quavered and his lips wringed. There were so many things he wanted to do to her in that moment. Yet he did none. No matter how clouded his mind was due to his fury, he was smarter than to fight Lillibet.

"Move away!" he spat.

The only answer he got was Lillibet twirling her red saber around her body, ready to receive any strike. The young Jedi finally straightened his back, not feeling so much in danger behind her anymore.

"Call off the attack, Ben," the boy repeated.

Hearing that name made Lillibet frown. Ben?

Kylo's arms were raised once more, with even more strength and determination than before, even though it already looked impossible to do so. A wave of force knocked Lillibet away and his lightsaber hit the ground, missing the boy, but cracking the soil up.