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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"A map to Skywalker himself?" Maz whistled, setting down five drinks for us on a circular table. Our group of sorts had moved to a private room to speak more freely. Han, the scavenger girl, and Poe's Stormtrooper took to sitting in the booth while Zelena and I watched them closely from the other side of the room. The Pamiarsa leader was reclined on the windowsill, her left leg dangling out the building leisurely, while I sat solo on a chair a few feet away. The large-goggled alien shook her head at the elderly Solo in almost disappointment. "You're right back in the mess."
"Maz," Han tried to convince her after taking a swig from whatever drink she had set in front of him. His companions didn't touch theirs, staring at them with wide eyes. "I need you to get this droid to Leia." BB-8 gave three quick beeps in agreement, rolling across the floor to Han's side.
"Hmm, let me think," Maz paused, pacing a few steps before jerking her head at him. "No!"
"How did I not see this coming?" Zelena muttered to herself sarcastically, and I couldn't help but snicker in agreement. I raised my hand, pulling our drinks off the table toward us with the Force and passing one to her. "Thanks, but I can't really drink this."
"Right, the mask," I chuckled, looking back at her with a raised eyebrow. "You want a spoon?"
"Piss me off, I dare you, Anseris."
"You've been running away from this fight for too long," Maz continued before dropping the harshness from her voice. "Han... nyakee nano wadda. Go home!" Han sighed, setting his drink back on the table with the untouched ones.
"Leia doesn't want to see me." There was hurt in his voice, but he tried to play it off. I never understood why, but at that moment, all of our interactions seemed to rush through my head. I could hear our laughter as he let Ben attempt to fly the ship against Leia's will, the small packages he would sometimes bring me when visiting Luke. I had learned the basics of flying because of him. I was still mad, and I had every right to be, but I had no idea more than one family member had turned against him. The boy next to him cleared his throat while the scavenger's eyes darted back and forth in confusion.
"Please," he attempted to take control of the conversation. "We came here for your help."
"What fight?" she spoke over him. Maz looked between the two of them, trying to decide who to respond to first. I closed my eyes, knowing who I wanted her to choose. I felt my drink shake as I concentrated to invade her mind. The girl.
"The only fight," the alien shuddered. "...against the Dark Side. Through the ages, I've seen it take many forms: the Sith, the Empire. Today, it is the First Order." I watched Poe's Stormtrooper squirm from hearing the title, narrowing my eyes. His heart might have lain elsewhere, but his fear wasn't something common for one to claim to be part of the Resistance. He wasn't a rebel; he was a coward. "Their shadow is spreading across the galaxy. We must face them, fight them... all of us."
