Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 1

It's a time of the latest civil war for the Galaxy. The growing Rebellion fighting against the tyrannical Empire. It was the age of lovers and fighters. Both were needed to win this war.

Luckily, Synyc was was a lover who became a fighter.

He was now a busy 22 year old, newly promoted Lieutenant with the Rebellion. His first assignment: take over the duty of eliminating a deadly Imperial assassin.

"I don't understand what more we can do to hunt this thing down," he said with a frustrated tone as he walked through the hall, another young man at his side.

The other man took his hands out of his pockets and patted him on the back. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. But I get what you're saying."

"It's like it's everywhere! It knows where we're gonna be and is too powerful to stop. To make matters worse, they're obviously Force sensitive," he whined. The only reason he was being so childish and, well, like himself, was because the hallway was empty.

"Maybe an Inquisitor?" His partner asked.

He shook his head. "Nobody has ever seen them use a lightsaber or the proper techniques. That can't be it." He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, then groaned loudly and threw his hands up in almost palpable frustration. "Argh!"

The other man smiled and chuckled to himself. He leaned slightly closer and quieted his voice a bit. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're all frustrated."

"Corr!" Synyc whisper-shouted with an embarrassed smile as he lightly whacked his arm.

"Just being honest," Corr replied with a goofy look. "You are my boyfriend."

Sync smiled to himself and after a few moments he quietly mumbled,"You're cute too."

Corr raised an eyebrow and looked over with an adorably shocked expression. "I'm what?" He asked  with a mocking tone and a wide smile.

"You're cute," he said a little louder.

"I'm whaaat?" Corr asked again as he pinched his sides and tickled him.

Synyc scrunched his body up, smiling and laughing giddily. "You're cute, okay? You're cute!" He said through laughs as Corr began to stop, now just holding Synyc's waist as he leaned against the wall of the hallway. He could feel his breathe against his face.

Synyc pressed a hand against his chest and they met each other in a light kiss. Then another, and another. This is definitely not appropriate for the hallway of a Rebel Base, Synyc thought to himself. But he couldn't manage to pull himself away.

Suddenly, someone walked out a command room down the hall and Synyc jumped, slipping and falling down. Corr tried to catch him but couldn't stop laughing.

He bent down and helped pull him back up to his feet, still laughing. He smiled. "Weenie."

Sync smiled back at him. "Jerk."

Meanwhile, on some backwater planet, Evander and Flint were sleeping out of their same old ship in the outskirts of a run down town that was just crawling with crime. They steered clear of it as much as they could.

"We may need to make another supply run soon," Evander said with a groan as he walked out of his room and into the kitchen where Flint was already eating. He had a bowl of mushy, brown rice in another bowl for his friend.

"Does that mean we need to pick up another job?" Flint replied.

Evander sat down and slid the bowl to himself. "Yeah. Maybe we can pick a less lethal one this time."