Sith Hunter - Sanders Sides AU

Sith Apprentice

D15-N3y, or Disney, as Roman called her, was a faster, slightly larger model of the X-Wing. It could fit up to four people and was now the fastest ship-type in the galaxy, ever since the Millenium Falcon went missing. Roman steered Disney almost lazily through the asteroid field. "F-2!" He called. A beep sounded through his headphones and Roman smirked. "Damn right, buddy."

F-2 was his co-pilot, a droid who took after his owners' ego. The two were hard to separate and F-2 would always be prepared to kick up the ship if Roman was... unavailable. By unavailable, that usually meant knocked out.

"We're nearly at Exegol!" Roman called to his friends. Logan nodded, scribbling notes about the space landscape. Patton gave a strained smile, face a little pale from Roman's' fancy spins and dives. He was used to it, of course, but it didn't make him feel any better.

F-2 beeped and all three men looked up. They'd entered the atmosphere of Exegol. The lightning was frequent, often far too close to Disney as Roman sailed her down to the ground. Roman licked his lips, landing her smoothly. "Alrighty, F-2, hold base, buddy. Pat, Logan and I are gonna scope this place out!"

Logan unbuckled himself from his seat, assisting Patton and the three turned to Roman who leapt from his seat, snatching up his blaster and a downloading chip.

"Why do you have a downloading chip?" Asked Logan.

"Because, calculator watch, the Sith would definitely have kept some secrets here and if we can bring back some facts, General Sanders will let us off for stealing the Wayfinder." Roman backed out of his ship, shrugging. "And you're supposed to be the smart one, here, Croftstar!" He teased.

Patton giggled, now recovered from the space-sickness. He hopped down to join Roman, staring around Exegol, mouth ajar. "Oh my god, Logan, get out here!" He gasped excitedly.

Logan sighed and reluctantly left the ship. Soon, his discomfort was forgotten in the darkly mystic land of Exegol. "This is so beautiful..." He murmured, eyes falling on black ruins. The jagged walls of the building still towered above the men, ominous in the constant flashes of light. 

The three exchanged a glance before they started walking inside.

.:*:.

"Guys! This is the security station!" Gasped Patton giddily. His two friends stopped arguing over a fallen statue, running over in curious excitement. "See all those panels! They're the screens."

"Move aside, I'll start this all up," Logan said, pushing past to kneel by the interactive desk. He cracked open a cupboard, brushing dust off the tangle of wires inside. Logan reached inside, pulling and cutting wires with efficient professionalism.

Roman moved next to him, wiping off the dirt from the screens just as one burst to life. The footage was shaky and it dated back twelve years ago. On the day Exegol fell. There were two boys, tiny and small as they stared into a room they couldn't see. One had an odd face, half of it coated in grainy scales and he was wearing swooping, black robes. The other looked average and unimportant from this distance.

The child in robes moved, trying to pull his friend with him. They had a conversation but nothing could be heard.

"Logie, the sound?" Asked Patton.

Logan shook his head. "Working on it."

"Quiet!" Snapped Roman.

The two boys bickered briefly before running to a fallen pillar. The robed one-handed something to the other. It was a lightsaber, the blade indigo, and Roman gasped as the scaled one lifted the pillar off a smaller child only with a wave of his arms. The child picked up the smaller boy, running with his friend down the corridor. They ran off-camera.