I tumbled through the Ghost, my arms flailing, trying to grip onto something. Finally I thudded loudly against the wall. Grabbing my com from my pocket, I hung onto the railing for dear life as we gained altitude.
"This is Spectre-6, come in, Spectre-1! Come in!" I yelled, suddenly the ship dove down, spinning viscously.
"This is nothing like Spectre-2's flying." I grumbled, not daring to say Hera's real name in the rare case the girl had heard me.
"Spectre-6? What happened?"
"The Ghost has been taken over by a new pillllllllot!" I screamed as we reduced quickly in altitude. Uhg, think I'm gonna be sick. I thought, trying to climb the ladder to take control of the cockpit again.
"What do you mean? You were supposed to keep watch!" Kanan hissed.
"I was asleep!" I protested,
"Spectre-6, this is Spectre-2. Do you know what the pilot looks like?" Hera's calm voice broke through Kanan's outburst.
"It's a she and I barely got a look at her before she started flying crazy."
"Climb through the vents." Sabine suggested, her voice fuzzy from not using her own intercom.
"I can try."
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The dusty vents seemed smaller than the last time I had done this. I crawled through the vents, trying to be quiet as a mouse. From above I could see the girl. A small smirk pinned to her face as she flew the ship. Her blonde hair and black and blue leather jacket were definitely a contrast. Her pale blue eyes reflected in the glass of the cockpit. A blaster was strapped tightly in her holster at her hip, her fingerless, black gloves gripping at the steering.
"I found the girl. Planning to engage now."
"Spectre-6! No!" I jumped down from my hiding place, surprising the girl.
"You." She growled, tapping her gun with one hand.
"I'm all into quick draws." I said, my hand hovering over my lightsaber.
"Try me."
As the words flowed from her lips, she withdrew the gun. I deflected it with my lightsaber. The blast going straight through Zeb's chair. He's going to kill me. I thought, ducking as her second blast flew over my head. I shot her with an electrical charge, but my bad aim only grazed her in the arm. Making it dangle lifelessly at her side. The blaster immediately dropping to the floor. Her eyes flicked to mine, going between me and the controls. The girl dove for the blaster, but I was quicker, scooping up the gun from off the ground. I pointed it at her head, standing over her.
"You lose." I chuckled, lifting her up by the back of her jacket and tying her to Zeb's chair.
"All Spectres, I have successfully taken control of the Ghost."
"Good job, Spectre-6. Return the Ghost to it's former position." Hera's voice came loud and clear through the intercom for everyone in the cockpit to hear.
"You g-" Suddenly a arm wrapped around my neck, squeezing my windpipes shut.
"Spectre-6, repeat, you're breaking up."
"Spectre-6? Do you copy?" I grabbed helplessly at the girls arm.
"Spectre-6, this is Spectre-1. Do you copy?" Kanan's voice filled with worry, but he sounded so distant. That's it! Reaching for the lightsaber on my belt, I shot the girl with an electrical charge. Her arm falling limp as she collapsed to the floor. I gasped for air, my heart beating out of my chest.
"This-this is Spectre-6. The suspect is... sleeping."
"Sleeping?"
"I'm bringing the Ghost over now, meet me there."
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SPECTRE-7
Hayran KurguCeleste Greys has always been on her own, accepting any job she could get to keep herself alive. She only cared for herself, jumping from planet to planet. Making sure she wouldn't get attached to anything or anyone. But that all changes when she me...
