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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"Thanks, Bee," I grimaced as the wounded droid shot another healing stim into my leg, watching as the wounds on my arms scarred properly. My shirt sleeves were a mess, ripped open and burnt from where Ren's lightsaber had touched. I couldn't count how many marks he had left; I had passed out in agony during the torture process and again when BD-1 gave me the first health boost. His right leg from the knee joint down was splintered and bent beyond simple repair, but he still carried this sense of glee to him I wished I possessed. "Sorry I can't help." The droid twittered nonchalantly before climbing into my lap, resting his head against my chest tiredly. With a sigh, I leaned back against the wall and stared at the cell door in defeat.
After Ren's breakdown, I woke up back in my old cell, this time accompanied by BD-1. The bipedal droid had managed to hide himself on me when a guard carried me back, relived to have left the Sith's quarters. It was a relief seeing him when I first woke up. I didn't dare try to use the Force, not needing a reason to encourage another sedative.
No guards or interrogators had come into my room since I had been placed back, probably under Ren's orders. After our own little 'chat,' I knew that while Ben was still alive, he was buried by several layers of the dark side. Saving him wasn't going to be easy, a visible example being my arms, but it was a fight I was going to win. I had to for the sake of the galaxy.
The familiar noise of the alarm system caused me to sit forward, my eyes flickering all around the room as the lights turned red. BD-1 beeped curiously to me, backing up closer in fright, and I felt a smirk grow across my face. It had been some time since I had sensed such a feeling in the Force, but I couldn't have been happier.
About damn time.
As I helped the droid up on my shoulder, the cell door flew open. A wide-eyed guard tried to enter, but he didn't get far before blood started to trickle out of his mouth. His dying gaze landed on the long Beskar blade sticking through his abdomen, and as he crumpled to the floor, he was replaced by what looked like a Mandalorian. The figure pulled her helmet off, revealing her short black and purple hair along with her annoyed expression.
"You owe me for this, Anseris."
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"I don't understand," I shook my head in disbelief as Zelena led me through the halls, her sword sheathed and her mask back on her face. My hand slid across the walls for support as I tried to keep up with her. "How did you hear me?"
"You hacked into the radio systems," she sighed gruffly, stopping and pulling me aside before a Stormtrooper's blast could hit me square in the chest. BD-1 gave a high-pitched hum in awe as she quickly moved back in place to redirect another blast with her sword through his armor. "If we weren't in a nearby system, I wouldn't have considered. Watch where you're going next time."
