Kiera Duno never thought she'd be alone. Alone yet again.
Her ship crashed miles away, and she's been walking for hours in a desert that's getting quieter by the minute.
She knew taking this mission would be a mistake. But she had to. She had an...
The black I was seeing turned into brown- and I fully opened my eyes.
I was in some sort of cargo hold, with muddy, rusty brown walls. The size of the hold was big compared to some cargo holds I had seen before.
The creepy part was there were run-down and broken droids everywhere. Littered around the walls, the floor, and a few magnetic ones on the ceiling. I stood up quickly, and regretted it- as my eyesight got starry and I felt dizzy.
They stunned me good.
"Bee-Dee? Buddy, where are you?" I ask, praying that he isn't still on the ship. If he is, he's most likely going to be sold cheaply to some moisture farmer miles away. A protocol droid mumbles something in a different language near me. I thought about asking it for some help finding BD (and getting out of this cargo hold) but what is a protocol droid going to do except annoy me?
A beep-beep echos.
That's my droid. I search around the room, and find a door. I slam against it, but no luck.
"Why doesn't anyone use latches or knobs for doors?" I pout.
I step back from the door, and close my eyes.
Reach out with your mind. Feel the Force.
I stretch out my hand.
Reach. Out.
I open my eyes, and the door slides open. I rush through, my hand rested on the hilt of my blaster. I don't know why they would not have taken it. That's not normal.
The door opens up to a narrow hallway, and I even have to duck. These people are all at thigh length, for me, but they can do some nasty damage. I keep running through the hallway, and I come up to two doors.
The both have signs above them, but they are in a different language. Aurebesh, I think. When I was training to be a Jedi, one of our courses was to learn Aurebesh. It's one of the most used languages in the galaxy. Also, it's plastered all over Empire Recruit signs.
I step over to the first door, and squint at the writing:
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C-O-C-K-P-I-T. Without even thinking about reading the other sign, I run towards the door, which- surprisingly- opens. I scan the large cockpit, which is on the highest level of this cargo vessel. There are two creatures at a control desk, tapping away, making the massive vessel move. Four other ones have blasters raised, aimed at me. I touch my holster belt again, feeling my lightsaber. Why didn't they take that either?
I take my hand off my holster belt.
"Why didn't you take my weapons?" I ask. One comes closer and lifts his blaster at me. I lift my hands up in the air, signaling I wasn't there to hurt them.
