TWENTY SEVEN: CELESTE- HERA'S ESCAPE ARTISTS PART II

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"Cut a hole in the door! We'll cover you!" Ezra shouted, I couldn't help but not look at the lightsaber with malice. In my mind, it had made me turn. And I wasn't strong enough to resist. You're Spectre-7 now. I'm one of them. I need to help them. With that I ignited the lightsaber. It's blue blade bathing my skin in it's light.

"Good! Good! Now let's get out of here!" I rush to the door, bringing the blade to meet the thick metal. I slid the lightsaber through it with ease, cutting a hole big enough for us to go through.

"Come on!" I said, shoving Garazeb through.

"Celeste! Look out!" A blaster bolt wizzed past my face, barely missing me by an inch. Their fire had heavied, making it no easier to escape.

"Celeste! We're going to have to use the force to knock them back!" My eyes widened, I can't use the force.

"Look, I know you're scared but I think you want to live another day. Right?" I didn't respond, his sarcasm didn't lighten the situation. I couldn't use the force when I needed it most. No, I'm not excepting it! There has to be some way to overpower the force-nullifier. Think, Celeste, think. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my hands out in front of me. I started by thinking about Ezra and Kanan. Their showy displays of force knowledge. Then my mind drifted off to my dark side. The constant battle between the dark and the light. Right now, the light surged through me. In every one of my bones. Then I pictured the troopers, dangling in mid-air before crashing down to the floor. Our way of escape. I could feel Ezra's force being, I could feel Kanan's. It was all coming back.

No, no, don't get too excited.

Focus.

I thought about their blasters falling to the ground. Pleading to be let down until they dropped. I pictured it over and over again. When suddenly I heard the clanking of armor in the background. My eyes burst open, revealing a sight of groaning stormtroopers. We did it! I did it!

"C'mon, my escape artists, it's time to go home." Hera's reliving voice came through our comms as we made our way to the prison dock.

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