Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 23

       Synyc had told everyone their assignments, but Jolie chose not to listen in that moment. She had a plan of her own.

They had all been briefed on the situation and the goal to destroy the second Death Star. Rumor has it, the Emperor and Dartb Vader himself were on there. Of course they had all been warned to stay away.

They did send a few groups of spies up to gather intel, though. Jolie had managed to locate them before they were about to take off.

Synyc, Jolie, and Flint were dodging blaster bolts and jumping from tree tree to find decent cover. Jolie could see the ship gearing up to leave.

It was now or never.

"I'm sorry for what I'm about to do."

"What?" Synyc replied, looking completely dazed and lost.

"Please don't," Flint said, knowing her intentions.

"I'm sorry," she said as she loaded her blaster and looked over her shoulder. "Thank you for everything."

With that, she took off running, her buried instincts telling her when and where to duck. Her calculating, assassin skills were kicking in and she was skillfully navigating the uneven terrain while ignoring the burning in her legs — and her friends screaming for her to come back. She couldn't. Not now.

       Evander was high in the sky, flying an X-Wing with a squadron of rebels he'd never met. They were all trying to stay in formation, but it was proving difficult. The TIE's were extremely agile and breathtakingly fast. Not to mention the pilots were scarily accurate. Evander had a hard time going toe to toe with them.

Luckily, the Force was loud in his ear, warning him of incoming shots and pilots. He was soaring higher and higher, going faster by the second as his senses become more acute and his reflexes sharpened.

For once, he felt like he was in the moment. Only the present. Not regretting the past or worrying about the future. He was focused and driven — determined to save the Galaxy he had fought so hard for his whole life. To save the ones he loved.

It was all for them.

       Jolie had snuck into the ship, keeping her head down and blending in. Nobody asked questions, they only counted bodies. She fit right in.

They all filed out with blasters in hand and nothing to lose.

Jolie took her shot and ran straight for an elevator. She climbed in and punched in the bottom floor. She was planning on going up to the throne room, which was certainly in the highest point in the center. She knew her safest avenue was going from the bottom to the top. The halls and elevators were littered with Storm Troopers waiting to take her down.

She felt the elevator come to a halt way too early and she got her blaster ready.

The doors opened.

She took down a few of the Troopers herself in an instant. They fell at the base of her feet and she continued to fire, but ended up hitting a wall as the rest of them fell... but she didn't shoot them.

She warily peeked out the door to see Adeline and a group of other young Rebels taking down Troopers, spreading their massacre down the hall.

Adeline flashed Jolie a confident smile as she passed and Jolie smiled back. She was proud of that young girl. She'd jumped on a Rebel ship with no second thoughts and never looked back. That was who the Galaxy needed for their future.

Jolie told them to get everyone out of the Death Star, then retrwsted back into the elevator to finish her descent.

"What is she doing?!" Synyc cried above the chaos to Flint.