SYZYGY
/ˈsizijē/
(n) an alignment of celestial bodies
Orona Erso was never ashamed of herself, until who she was shattered before her very own eyes.
Cassian Andor was ashamed of unspeakable things he had done, and spent most of his time convincing...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Orona's arms were strapped to a stiff bed in a room full of gray. As she came to, waves of throbbing pain stemmed from her left leg, arm, and head, spreading to her entire body. She tried to squirm in her restraints, but failed with a cry of miserable pain.
"I don't believe that's wise."
The voice across the room startled her with accent similar to her own.
"Krennic," she seethed.
He smiled, rising from his chair and tucking his hands neatly behind his back. "I see you know me, but yet, I don't know you. Funny, isn't it? Care to enlighten me?"
She narrowed her eyes, before her lips quirked in a smirk. "That's a good question. You see, it all began when, at the meager age of eleven, I began to ask myself that very question. Who am I? What am I—"
"Enough!" The man shouted, his face burning red with anger and embarrassment.
She'd already gotten under his skin, and it had only been a minute.
"If all you've got for me is sarcastic remarks, then all I've got for you is an ill-fated torture session."
Orona tilted her head, unaffected by his threat. "I'm sorry. I'm just eighty percent annoying and thirty percent badass."
"That's one hundred and ten percent."
"I'm also ten percent stupid."
Krennic huffed and pressed a button on the wall, and the door slid open. A tall, muscular woman came in with a cart of sinister tools that certainly didn't appear sanitary. The look in her hooded eyes was nothing short of sadistic.
"I'm really hoping you're here to clean my teeth."
Krennic stepped closer, plucking a knife from the tray. "If you tell me your name, you'll be lucky to avoid them from being ripped out."
Orona shivered mildly in fear, but hid it with a laugh. "You won't do that."
Krennic frowned. "And why is that?"
"You're a coward."
The man's face twisted in anger, his familiar blue irises boring into hers. "I'm a coward?"
He dragged a small knife along her restrained arm, before landing on the blaster wound, and digging. She suppressed a shout, letting it out as the tiniest of whimpers. Krennic withdrew the knife with a smirk of satisfaction.
Orona steadied her breathing, before looking at Krennic lazily. "You underestimate my pain threshold. I'll have you know I've been tortured before. Anything you can throw at me I've seen it before, from men just like you."
