LONELY STARS | A Star Wars Story

T H R E E

"It itches," I complain, tying my hair in a bun. I shift around in my stormtrooper outfit, sweating even more than I was before.

BD grumbles a complaint too. I had to switch his coloring parts, for now. By switch, I mean I had found a red plant that had a sticky red substance inside, and painted BD. BD-6, instead of being white and red, would be all bright red. Almost pink. I tie a brown bag around him, the bag supplying a mix of detonators.

I was disguised stormtrooper, taking BD to the Destroyer to wipe his memory bank. Our cover story was that BD was a servant droid for the Rebellion, so he attended important meetings and whatnot that would reveal secrets to the Empire, if kept in the right hands.

"You remember our cover story, pink?"

Im not pink. He beeps. Its red.

"Right. Okay-" I take a deep breath. "Let's head inside."

I stood by the two large doors that's would lead into the Moisture Farm Factory. The Stormtroopers were still passed out on the ground, but now one had an undershirt and shorts on.

Huh, no cameras or holo-droids. That's odd. Or maybe they wouldn't have any because they wouldn't think a young woman would break into a factory that is completely worthless.

My first attempt to open the door was to push on it, but that didn't work well since the door was so heavy.

Next, I lugged some sand rocks over to the door, and tried to use the Force to push the rocks against the door. But the rocks were heavy, too, and I hadn't tried Force-lifting that many before.

Lastly, I tried what I had done before to the Jawa's door.

I closed my eyes, and thought about regaining my energy.

Concentrate.
Concentrate on what you want.

I felt a new energy flowing through me again, but this time it was gone quick. I opened my eyes, and my hands were outstretched. One of the doors was creaked open, but open enough that I could squeeze through. But first, I collapsed on the sand.

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Tap, Tap. TAPTAPTAP.

I regained consciousness, and found BD tapping me with his leg on my stomach. Hard.

"Ow! Cut it out, would you?"

He mumbled a few unkind words, then spun around towards the door.

I heard a whir in the distance, towards where the Destroyer was levitating.
It's getting ready to leave.

"Blast it," I quickly put my white trooper helmet on. "Red, cmon." I slide through the door, and mentally smack myself.
"This isn't a Factory. It's a town!" People swarmed the town, chattering away. Vendors lined the streets, holding their products high, trying to gain good business.

I quickly look around for some sort of transportation to get us out of here.

I would've hitched a ride on a Tie-Fighter, but they have already docked inside of the Destroyer.

I run up to a woman selling cloth. "Excuse me," I say, "I've just been deployed here. Do you know why the Empire- uh, we- came here?"

The woman looked at me, confused. "Didn't your officers tell you?"

"Well- they- I got sidetracked. There was a smuggler gang trying to get in-"

"Routine check. They do it monthly," the woman answered without hesitation. Although, she didn't seem happy about it. "Your people killed my son. They raise my prices, they take my profit, they ruin our lives."