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 looked down at the folded orange flight suit Poe had passed me during the chaos in my hands, wrinkling my nose at it in disgust. With no main weapon, I wasn't being sent in the Falcon, so the Resistance pilot had requested me to join with him. I never knew how important he truly was to the organization.
"What do you think, Bee?" I asked the BD unit, who shook his head in disgust. "My thoughts exactly." Red and white was his thing, but orange? Poe was the only one who managed to pull it off. Now, I wasn't about to be dumb enough to go flying without suit into battle; the only reason I never had one in the first place was because they were hard to acquire. A thought hit my head, and I gave BD-1 a sly grin. It would certainly make Snap Wexley uncomfortable. "I have an idea."
I had a cocky smirk plastered on my face as I walked across the Resistance tarmac, enjoying the stunned looks from other pilots and ground crew members. My flight helmet, held tightly to the side of my chest by my right arm, still bore its original grey and dark red markings. My flight suit, however, was a different story. I proudly stood out like a sore thumb with its dark black coloring and grey flight vest. Instead of a blaster, both my old holster and the suit's each carried one half of my lightsaber. The padded gauntlets remained the same, and I had opted to keep my original boots rather than their clunky ones.
BD-1 strutted proudly in front of me, glancing occasionally to the R2 droids we'd walk by. He didn't have a new paint job, but he wore a blue Resistance band on his left leg. "Keep showing 'em who's boss, Bee," I chuckled, happy to see he shared the same attitude as me. As we approached Poe's black X-Wing, the pilot couldn't help but chuckle at the changes I made.
"Why am I not surprised?" he grinned, helping BB-8 into the small aircraft. "Ready to fly alongside the best pilot in the galaxy?"
"The best?" I played along, tilting my head and clucking my tongue at his words. BD-1 chirped in amusement, almost as if it was a playful scoff. "You mean are you ready?" Poe rolled his eyes, taking my helmet from my hands and placing it down lopsided on my head. "Hey!"
"Ready to see your ship, Shadow?" I froze at his words, pulling my helmet off in surprise.
"Shadow?" I repeated, and he nodded his head. "That... that was my mom's call sign."
"And now it passes on to you," Poe told me, motioning for me to follow him to the X-Wing right next to his. The designs were remarkably similar except for the black markings colored dark indigo instead. As I climbed into the cockpit, the BD unit on my shoulder and helmet on my seat, he leaned against the aircraft with a sigh. "Listen, I think your entire 'mission' is suicidal, and I most definitely don't support it... but I want to help anywhere that isn't near that psychopath. After today, I owe you one."
