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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"Stay still," I whispered to BD-1 as I strode through the First Order hangar, the hood of my 'Sith' attire lifted to hide the droid's body. Going back to retrieve him from Ben's quarters was risky; I had no idea how long he would stay unconscious and the Stormtrooper ratio to myself was too big. I only hoped Rey would find a way out safely. Considering that she offered me a way off the ship, that meant she had one of her own... who knows where. "Stay very still."
A Stormtrooper gave me a sideways glance as I made my way past his squadron, and I quickly gave him a glare. He quickly looked forward, straightening his posture. I realized I had been holding my breath anxiously and let it out quietly, returning my focus to the X-Wing just thirty feet in front of me. So close, yet so far.
"You," I pointed my finger to who I presumed to be a young First Order cadet, his light grey uniform cleaner than those who had held roles in the First Order longer. The boy's face immediately drained of color as I called him over. "Why is my ship not prepared?"
"Sorry- um, we... we were told to leave it locked and under constant supervision," he scrambled for words, his pale blue eyes trying to look anywhere but my own. "Orders from the Supreme Leader I think- I'm just going off of what my superiors told me if there was a new order I can go check-"
"Just get some fuel in it," I snapped, and he quickly ran off. BD snickered from his hiding spot. "Oh, shush." I quickly hoisted myself up into the X-Wing's cockpit and ducked my lower half down for a moment so the droid could jump off my shoulder before sliding in. Lowering my hood, I replaced my head covering with the X-Wing's helmet and set to work on getting it alive. "Okay, let's hurry. I'd prefer us off this ship before they know-"
"Stop!" I jerked my head up to see the cadet from before with who I assumed his superior and a growing group of Stormtroopers behind them. I lifted my hands slowly in surrender, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw BD-1 quickly move to finish my work unnoticed. "Get out of the rebel craft or we will open fire!"
"I think this was a big misunderstanding!" I shouted back, my heart beating as I watched my droid trip over a wire in panic. He needed more time. "I was told I had access. Is this the wrong ship?"
"I'm giving you to the count of three!" the cadet's superior yelled, a few strands of his dark hair fell out of place from under his cap. "One!" The X-Wing's engine was sputtering, almost completely alive, and the Stormtroopers tightened their grip on their blasters. "Two!"
"How we doing, Bee?" I whispered down to the bipedal droid, my hands still raised. BD chirped back at me nervously. "Okay... hang on to something."
"Three!" the man finally shouted, and I curled the upper points of my finger, using the Force to push my opponents backward. The momentum sent the X-Wing in the opposite direction, sliding the covering back over us, and I quickly finished Bee's work. The ship came alive the moment we passed through the passive energy field and into space, and my hands went to the yoke.
