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𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢
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Stormtroopers fallen bodies decorated the landing with small flames surrounding them. It was a horrid scene, one I hadn't witnessed since the Galactic Civil War. How could the Empire have grown so strong even after it's elimination? Darth Vader was dead.
Doesn't that mean that the Empire should be too?
Granted, I guess I was still running from it five years after its fall. People out there continued to support the Empire, support the fall of the Republic and with that, me. I'd run from the Empire once but if it continued to grow, I wasn't sure I could outrun them again.
Maybe if I stood with the New Republic, I could be safe.
A soft whirring came overhead as a TIE fighter flew near. Apparently we weren't as free as we thought.
"Moff Gideon." I hissed.
We all fired at the ship to no avail. Our measly little blasters did nothing against the protective barrier that surrounded him. He was a coward for not facing us head-on. I guess he knew better than to take all of us on his own.
"He missed!" Greef exclaimed, shocked at the failed attempts.
"He won't next time." Din warned.
Cara lowered her weapon back to her side. "Our blasters are useless against him."
I scoffed. "No shit."
"Hey." Greef caught our attention. "You and the baby do the magic hand thing. Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing." He said as he waved his hands around.
It only cooed and waved back at him.
"We need him closer to do that." I said as I rolled my eyes. I wasn't sure that the Force could beat him anyway.
"Then I'm out of ideas." He huffed.
Din glanced back at the jetpack on the ground. I could hear the bad idea from miles away. "I'm not."
"Oh, no you don't, buddy." I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away from it. "I'm not about to lose you again, okay?"
He sighed and reached past me for the pack anyway. "I'll come back." He shrugged and placed it on his back seamlessly. "You didn't lose me the first time anyway."
"You're not healed! You're going to get yourself killed!"
"Have a little faith." He said with a smirk evident in his voice as he shot himself up in the air. He was a horrible listener. I swear he put himself in more dangerous situations than I did.
