Guerrilla: A Star Wars Story

Chapter 10

Its over. Or it seemed to be over.

Leia is finally conscious. The cruiser, run by General Holdo who took over while General Leia was unconscious, was ran into Snoke's cruiser ship with hyperspeed. The last or the escape pods that weren't obliterated by the First Order made it to Crait, a planet that held an old Rebel base that only the two female generals knew about. But all the fighter's ships were destroyed earlier as the First Order tracked them through lightspeed.

Jinjan was able to salvage her closest belongings, including her Vuplex and Convor, her books including the Jedi training book, and other things.

In the Rebel base, she began looking for Vincent, for they were seperated. Then, she spotted him in the small crowd of Resistance survivors. As soon as they met eyes, their passion and fear blazed into their soul, and they ran to each other, embracing.

With her voice trembling and his along with hers, their embrace became tighter every second. Then, they let go, and looked once again into the eyes she enjoyed looking into.

"I am so glad your okay...!" She heaved.

But the young boy shook his head, and swallowed. "No, no I am glad that you're okay...! I don't know how I'd live without..." he paused, breathing heavily, "You." He ran his hand down her glistening indigo skin. She caressed his marble-like skin.

Jinjan's breath began to steady, and her eyes searched from his face to his chest.

Vincent continued to look at her face, smiling a little in relief.

The moment was over once they were interrupted, and they put their serious faces back on. They were commanded to stay within the base as the other fighters went and distracted the First Order that was apparently found outside with large ships and some sort of "canon" that could blast through our several-layered door.

"Wait, what? We need to go out with you guys! You need all the--"

"No, we are not losing anymore of our fighters. Now stay behind!" Poe commanded them.

Jinjan was upset, but Vincent was fine. "At least we aren't at risk of dying."

"For now." Jinjan snapped, scoffed, and walked off.

Her Convor that was flying above her head rested on her shoulder, and her Vuplex that joined the others--that were apparent natives to the planet--joined her as she sat down on a crate and took out her Jedi Path book out of her satchel, snacking on the Ration Packs.

He walked towards her and sat down. The young Twi'lek was the first to speak.

"I just, want to fight the enemy!" She expressed, munching on the veg-meat.

"You can't always fight though, Jin...!" He reminded her. "Sometimes, you just have to sit back and think."

She gave him a look. "Of course you'd say that! That's your motto. Not to fight the enemy!" The young Jedi Knight debated. "I have been trained to fight the enemy and bring peace, for three years! You don't know anything about that...." She continued--the last part she murmured to herself.

Shocked, he said, "You think I don't know?"

She smirked, moving her eyebrows, and making the instant-bread.

"You know that long story I told you about?" The young man said, looking for her eye looking into his, but she continued to look down at her food and her book appearing to not pay attention. So he was disappointed, but he continued his story.

"Ever since the war, my father being a rebel soldier, a starfighter to be exact, I was expected to do so many things. And my mother? She expected me to pursue the Law. But I didn't want to do either. But there was no other option.