TWISTED.
❝ i'm not a jedi, but I'm not a sith. i'm me, and that's what matters.❞
Despina Anseris never asked for her mission. She never asked to see the place she called home get torn apart because of her best friend's rath. She never asked to see...
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I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose in disgust as the glass cover of my X-Wing popped up, allowing the polluted air of Taris to fill my nose and blow through my hair. I'd read stories of the Outer Rim planet being a beautiful place, but it was obvious from the moment I landed that its inhabitants allowed it to fall into disgrace. It had been a while since I had visited, and I was somewhat thankful I wasn't meeting any of the Pamiarsa members in the Talinn district. Only somewhat; the smuggler king wasn't as scary as an angry ex-Mandalorian.
"Say nothing," I ordered the sputtering landing dock guard, tossing a small pouch of Imperial credits at his chest. "And wash her, will you? I just got back from Nal Hutta and I don't need to keep that stink with me." I continued walking off the docks, smirking at the two clothed guards staring at me in unease. "Nice to see you again, boys."
"You're late," one of them spoke gruffly, kicking his counterpart so he could stop staring at me. "Sir Alris isn't pleased."
"Well 'Sir Alris' can suck it," I shot back with a raised eyebrow, motioning with my hand for them to follow behind me. I knew where I needed to go due to the amount of times I had been to the sorry place. The Taris civilians kept out of our way as we walked through the streets. "Should've mentioned that he sent more than one to get that chip. I had a Hutt after me, and I didn't expect a slug to be so fast."
"But... did you kill them?" the other guard spoke up finally, his young voice shaky. I'd never heard him speak before. He couldn't have been over the age of twelve yet he was already in debt to Jevo. This realization stopped me in my place, and he cowered as I pivoted on my feet to face the two of them. I narrowed my eyes as his friend's hand started to twitch towards his pistol. "Sorry, I didn't... I've never... the stories-"
"I don't know what rumors have been spread about me, but I don't kill," I told him, my tone not as harsh as it was prior. "Not unless I need to, anyways. If your friend doesn't shoot me, I'll let you see it." The boy looked at me in confusion before seeing what I meant.
"Dad..." he whispered to the man, and I dipped my head to sigh to myself. Both father and son stuck, imprisoned to work for quite possibly the rest of their lives. Alris wasn't the worst man to be in servitude to, but he certainly wasn't the best. Giving me a final look, the guard moved his hand from his weapon, allowing me to wrap my fingers around my own. The lightsaber's switch felt oily due to use, and I couldn't help but smile at the familiar sound of the purple beams emitting from both sides of the hilt. I raised it in front of me, my hand horizontal and at shoulder level. A hush came over the citizens around us as they stared at the active saber in awe. I doubted they had ever seen one in their lifetime.
Seeing it out sent a wave of regret through me, and I immediately powered it off. It wasn't right, acting like I was some sort of hero. A hero would've been able to save him, save everyone. I could still hear their screams in my head, the smell of their burning bodies. I was foolish to think I could wield it with pride.
