Conflict And Balance [Star Wars AU]

Chapter 11

The Imperial Star Destroyer was in view, its cannons aimed at the Corellian freighter. He did his best to dodge most of the blasts; however the ship quaked, indicating that they’ve been hit.

“Those droids must have high heat,” he muttered, piloting the ship with tension eating his head. The Wookie beside him roared in alarm and the droids made uneasy noises. He sworn he heard the golden rod yell something about a fire. ‘Ah, better take care of that later.’

His eyeballs almost blew out of his head when Chewie roared into his ear, causing it to ring — not mentioning the blaring alarms, screaming droids and the Millennium Falcon itself.

"I know! I know, dumbass!" He shouted randomly. Han steered the ship away from the enemy craft and evaded the TIE fighters. Second time he was in a situation similar to this and he was tempted to blast those droids into space before the tractor beam caught them.

A button flashed – the hyperdrive was ready and operational, but it had some damage. Not caring, he pressed it and as soon as he heard a beep, he pulled the lever, blue and white streaks coming into view. The crew released a breath, with the droids chirping at the escape.

Solo covered his face with his hands and wiped away the sweat that formed between his brows. He removed his piloting gear and headed towards the main hold.

The blue and gray astromech was extinguishing a small fire while the golden rod was exclaiming with joy how they had escaped.

A roar of relief directed towards him as Chewie took a seat next to him on the sofa, giving him a drink.

“I know,” Han said as he took a huge gulp of the drink, “I surprise even myself.”

He watched the conversation between the astromech and the protocol, scowling.

“But... I think we’re in a huge trouble with the Empire, Chewie. Although it's nothing I can't handle, I don't wanna entangle myself in their affairs."

“What do you suggest we do?” His Wookie partner asked in Shyrriwook.

“If I were thinking survival, blast them off to space, but I'm thinkin' about profit here. So how about, we sell them? I can say, they’re worth quite a fortune.”

“What about the the Rebels?”

“Ah, they’re dead, who cares?” Han coolly replied, although, his conscience gave him slight reluctance. “Besides, I know a dealer on Alderaan who would pay more for these droids than the Rebels.”

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“Well, you have had your revenge on me by taking away my ability to walk,” she spoke, turning the wheelchair with her hands. The injury the Sith gave her in the Tantive IV paralyzed her lower body. She knew they could heal her. Still, giving her a wheelchair and partially healing her was a rare kindness.

“Why did you keep me alive?”

“I want answers,” Leia demanded bluntly. The woman moved closer to her and studied the girl. In that darkness of the cell, she could not see her eyes but according to the Force, she was feeling well. Her burden seemed to be heavier though.

‘This was not supposed to have happened,’ she thought. Not that she’d ever succeeded in trying it properly…

“Okay,” she answered, “but first, introductions. I am the Oracle of the Rebel Alliance.”

“An Oracle? So you are the reason for their victories. You will be useful.”

Her lips widened at the thought of bringing this woman to the Dark Side. But was she closer to the Light or Dark? Leia maintained eye contact with her. The woman was a vague human being. She could not explain the Dark Side technique she used against her, regardless of being with the Light Sided Rebels. However, was she a threat since she was allied with the Rebels, or an ally, since she was involved with the Dark Side?