Author's note: Hi everyone! This is my first time ever actually posting any of my work! (I do hope you like it!) Constructive criticism is definitely welcome! I do not own any of the Star Wars characters, just the ones I've created.
Chapter 1: Friends In Low Places
You know... All I had wanted was to enjoy drinking myself into a lovely drunken stupor at my favorite bar this side of the galaxy (which was located on an unknown hell hole called Kazan, somewhere between Jakku and Rakata Prime). Considering the surprisingly luscious primal landscape that seemed to awkwardly clash with all of the high tech buildings and cityscapes, one would almost expect for Kazan to be some sort of paradise. Which is horribly wrong, it was an eat or be eaten planet with literally something around almost every corner ready to kill you. I was lucky enough, I guess lucky, depends on your point of view, to be one of the superior species living on this planet and well attuned to the force (hence my incessant drinking, it would help when the whole being able to hear people's thoughts crap would get too overwhelming). Although, having my own mini army of Jawas working at my body shop, which how the hell they ended up on Kazan was beyond me, also helped to hinder other inhabitants of this planet from messing with me or my shop.
Right, back to how my night of leisurely drinking turned in to one giant pain in my ass all thanks to an obnoxious ginger and his idiotic Darth Vader super fan.
One hour earlier...
"Alavander seriously? You're trying to give me wine from Corusant? That's like basically water to me you know." I groan out with an exasperated sigh, I mean he couldn't be serious right? I told him I wanted to literally not be able to remember my name by the end of the night. Work had been great recently with scavengers and outlaws coming to our fair city of Laazna, trying to escape the First Order, so inevitably many of the visitors needed their ships tuned up or in some cases completely repaired. "Vander... I told you money isn't an problem so give me your best!" I sighed, almost to the point of whining. "Alyss... you've literally drank two whole bottles of Kashyyyk liquor which would knock out a Wookiee!"Alavander ran a hand through his messy red and black locks narrowing his red eyes as he stared me down. Feeling my face heat up and refusing to back down," Correct, it would knock out a Wookiee, which I am not so obliviously I am in need of something stronger... plus I thought we were friends? Not to mention my drinking habits happen to help fund a large portion of your bar." Sighing in defeat, Alavander moved to the top shelf of his dark chrome cabinet behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of... well I actual don't have a damn clue, the label was really dark which didn't help in the dimly lit, smokey bar.
Perking up at the chance to try a drink I had never seen before, I couldn't contain my child like excitement "What's this?!" I asked leaning so far over the counter my bare stomach that was exposed from my dark red short sleeved shorts jumper, was now pressed up against the bar. Chuckling,"It's a shine from Naos, supposed to be potent enough to knock out a Hut with one swig." Alavander slid the bottle my way.
Nearly breaking the bottle neck as I ripped off the cap, I take a whiff. Whoo this was definitely a hell of a lot stronger than what I had been downing earlier, swirling the neon pink liquid I took a swig. "Holy hell!" I coughed. Alavander was cracking up,"What sweetheart can't handle it?". Laughing I take another swig getting more accustomed to the delightful burn. "My friend, this is why I love you!" I rebuked jovially.
Finally starting to relax, the bar door bursts open allowing entrance to two figures followed by a couple of stormtroopers. Not particularly giving a crap about who had just come in or why, I continued to happily indulge myself until the next thing I know a gloved hand has been placed on the bar next to me. Not wanting to get involved in a damn thing, I keep my eyes on Alavander as the man begins to ask the barkeep questions in regards to potential rebels in the area.
"Have you had anyone from the Resistance enter your bar with in the last few days?" The man questioned before removing his hand from the bar and placing it behind his back. "We had an individual that came in who seemed rather questionable, but no one outright said they were with the Resistance." "Hm, very well, we will search the surrounding areas," he nodded to the 'troopers signaling to start their search.
The other individual covered in head to toe black robes would not stop staring at me through his ridiculous mask, which was really starting to piss me off. "Are you just going to stand there staring at me all night, or what?" I quipped turning to glare at the man. The first man who had sent off the stormtroopers looked as though his green eyes were about to bulge out of his pale, ginger head at my words. Keeping his gaze unrelenting the masked man let out a chuckle which was distorted by the modulator,"My you have quite a mouth don't you. You've no idea who we are do you?" Turning my electric blue eyes back to the bar ahead of me, "Don't know, don't care." I replied nonchalantly. The ginger man looked as though his head was going to explode from rage at my response,"I am General Hux of The First Order and this is Commander Kylo Ren!"
I took another swig,"Yep, don't care." Hux looked as though he was about to pull out his blaster at any second and shoot me. Then I felt it, before I even had time to think I pulled the General's head down into my chest successfully moving him out of the way of the blaster fire that had nearly left the man with an extra hole in his head. I reached down pulling a blade from my boot, throwing it in the direction of the blast, nailing the assailant right between the eyes. The entire bar had fallen silent, with the exception of the body hitting the floor and the hum of the red lightsaber that was unsheathed.
Looking down I realized I still had the General's head stuffed in my chest on my tube top that was exposed from wearing my jumper open. "Will you release me?!" The General barked flustered with a lovely red hue beginning to creep upon his face. Kylo Ren retracted his lightsaber, and was once again staring at me,"Your skills are impressive, who are you?"
Before I was forced to answer, the stormtroopers from earlier came barging in relying information about more rebel whereabouts. As the two men began to leave I couldn't bite my tongue, and shouted a sarcastic "You're Welcome!" The General's way. Once they finally left I went back to my bottle trying pretend that annoying ordeal had never happened. The last thing I wanted was to be involved in a stupid war that I had no interest being apart of.
