A.N. This book will be a slow romance build between [Pair 1] and [Pair 2] but for [Pair 3], it will be a typical break-up, get back together kind of relationship. It's like a high school kind of book except it's in Star Wars... I can only hope that it meets your expectations and mine.
The character's here will be influenced based on the chosen songs for their characters - all by a youtuber named UNDERDOGS (spacing between each letter) and yes they are all nightcore - and some other traits that I decide to add. If I go off course with the characters then I apologize for I am still not that good in writing a good story or sticking to one plot.
This chapter is more of introductions, movie trailer style and doesn't affect the bulk of the story. Either way, I hope you enjoy and sorry for the long author's note.
The Pilot, the Survivor and the Thief
Summary:
All we got about the Empire before The Force Awakens was that they left to the Unknown regions. However, we don't know much about what they did other than rebuilding. This is my take on what goes on after the Battle of Jakku. In this tale, we follow the story of three individuals.
The Pilot, born from a Corellian smuggler family, captured on an unknown planet. The Survivor, born on Mandalore, happened to crash onto the planet the First Order resided. Lastly, the thief, born on Tatooine and lived as one of the finest thieves.
They will assist in the rise of the First Order.
[Pair 1] = Beauty and a beat/Mowgli's Road X Hold Me Down/Bachelor's Best Mistake
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A pilot sees and hears everything in the cockpit. They don't need a scanner to know where their enemies lay. All they need is the sound of engines and blaster fire.
This is the case with Trihorn and his co-pilot, Mart who was firing at their enemies.
"Hit him, Mart. I don't have all day." Trihorn grumbled, trying to stay behind the target.
"Hey, it's difficult when you're shaking." Mart argued, spamming the trigger to hit the target. "Stop shaking!"
"I'm not!"
"Yes too!"
"Yes not!"
"What does that even mean?" Mart queried, managing to finally hit the target.
"No idea." Trihorn deadpanned with a shrug.
::Gamma Leader, will you please focus at the task at hand and not your silly bicker.:: Hux sighed through the comms causing Trihorn to chuckle.
"Sorry sir, but we are about to complete our task." Mart replied.
::Not so. The Captain requires air support.::
"On our way. Gamma squad, on me." Trihorn ordered, seeing the other four TIEs that form up Gamma squadron rendezvous with him.
Gamma squad is in fact the only squad to have five TIEs with Trihorn and Mart being Gamma Leader. This was because Gamma squad is high command's air support, taking direct command from Snoke or any of the triumvirate in current command. Other than that, Trihorn took direct orders from General Hux after a promise he did to the young General's father.
"Say, what should we have for breakfast tomorrow?" Mart questioned out of no where, nearly causing Trihorn to dive prematurely.
"Are you really talking about that now?" Trihorn asked sarcastically, dodging an incoming x-wing. "But if you must know, I'm thinking spices."
::I thought I told you to burn those.:: Hux voiced out irritably.
"That's the thing, Hux. It's only to infuriate you." Trihorn smirked, high-fiving with Mart when they heard the General sigh.
::Focus at the task at hand.::
"Oh come on, I know you want some." Trihorn grinned cheekily before Mart destroyed an x-wing. "It's not like you're enjoying your bottle of alcohol either."
::If you do not arrive on time, the Captain will die. This is not a fact, Gamma Leader.:: Hux stressed the title name causing Trihorn to huff.
"Alright, fine." Trihorn sighed, changing the subject. "Gamma One, Gamma Two, give us cover. Gamma Three, Gamma Four, follow me."
They immediately split into the two teams, moving as one like they've done it a million times. Trihorn circled in the air, higher above to get an overhead view of the current situation. His eyes landed on the Resistance fighters, surrounding Phasma's squadron who were in a trench. Trihorn narrowed his eyes when he noticed the Resistance fighters, closing in like a swarm of bees so he immediately did a dive, the other two TIEs following suit.
"Uh, Tri... What are you doing?" Mart questioned when he noticed they were not pulling up.
"Don't pull up!" Trihorn yelled to the other two.
::This is insane! We won't make it!:: Gamma Three yelled.
"Stay on target!"
"Tri!"
"Stay on target!" Trihorn repeated firmly, pulling some switches before he saw the other two TIEs pull up.
He only rolled his eyes, flicked the controls so that they were perpendicular to the ground and turned on hover mode above Phasma and her squadron. Mart took it as a signal to fire so he pressed the trigger and cheered when Trihorn, slowly turned the TIE in a circle on its axis, causing them to fire on the Resistance fighters. They only flew off once they had killed the Resistance surrounding their allies and Trihorn saw the troopers looking up at him while Phasma well, he just knew she was smiling.
"Now that's how you make an entrance!" Mart laughed and Trihorn smiled.
"No, that's how you get a date."
[Pair 2] = Emperor's New Centuries/Cake X Heart Attack/Roman Holiday x Carousel x Suburbia
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There's a difference between a warrior and a soldier. A warrior knows when to sacrifice and when to use force. A soldier follows all orders blindly and is expendable.
::Lynx, meet me at the entrance of the base in ten minutes.:: Phasma ordered and the orange haired girl gave an exasperated from sigh from being woken up from her sleep.
"I'll be there." She replied, turning off her communicator and sluggishly got up from her bed.
She did a bit of stretching, her spine popping back into place while her other comrades were still asleep. She entered the showers and took a quick one, seeing as she didn't want to be late before going back out. She put on her special Mandalorian armor, the same way she had practiced every single day and compared to her other friends, she was a part of the special squad - thus she was allowed to wear her own armor.
After grabbing her blaster from the shelf, she patted her partner from the top bunk bed to tell her that she was meeting Phasma. The other girl only yawned in response, allowing Lynx to walk down the halls to the entrance. When she arrived, she realized that Phasma wasn't the only one there as she heard male voices talking. One of them was arguing about something but Lynx didn't care too much, especially when a sand storm was brewing outside.
"There is no way, I am walking out there to the shuttle!" General Hux yelled and Lynx nearly rolled her eyes at how childish he sounded.
"Sir, we even have Lieutenant Trihorn to be your pilot. You cannot deny the journey now." Phasma tried to persuade but Hux was being stubborn.
"No, I will not leave until the storm is over." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest before turning to look at Lynx when she approached them.
"Sir." Lynx saluted and Hux was slightly surprised to see her here.
"What are you doing here?"
"I ordered her to come here." Phasma explained then looked at Lynx. "Give your helmet to the General."
"That won't be necessary." Hux said before Lynx even made a move.
"General, time is not by our side with this mission." Kylo Ren, who had been watching the whole thing by the door, spoke up.
"I am not wearing one of those helmets." Hux hissed, glaring at the Knight. "And I've said before that I-!"
Before he could finish the sentence, Lynx rolled her eyes once again and took off her helmet, not caring whether he enjoyed it or not. She shook her head to straighten her hair before looking at Hux, giving her helmet to him with a serious look.
"Sir, unlike most of us, you shouldn't waste time unless you want to see your work of labor go to waste. You are essential to our success so I insist that you take my helmet and move to the shuttle, sir." She waited until Hux grabbed her helmet before she took a step back.
Hux looked at said helmet then gave a huff, putting it on and walked away while Phasma placed a hand on Lynx's shoulder. "Good to know he still listens to you."
"Takes a bit of persuasion before he does." Lynx replied and was about to walk away when Ren whispered,
I wouldn't go anywhere yet.
Of course. She replied, standing just out of Hux's view but not Ren or Phasma.
She watched them walk out, disappearing into the sand storm and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in her heart. She knew that Ren must have planned this or something because this definitely didn't feel normal. Other than that, Ren was a mischievous adult whose goals were unclear to her but at least she knew that he wanted Mia...
"Ren!" Her sharp hearing picked up Hux's call in the sand storm and that caused her to sigh.
Apparently, Ren did plan for this to happen. Without thinking, she started trudging through the storm in the direction the trio had walked towards. She didn't need a helmet for this really. All she could use was her sense of direction and hearing which had evolved during her solo training. After a few minutes, she was able to make out Hux's form in the storm and walked towards him.
Hux doesn't enjoy getting his personal space intruded but in this case, Lynx was willing to break that rule and held his shoulder, telling him that she was here. She couldn't tell if he was looking at him because her eyes were closed but she did a hand signal, telling him to follow her. She started moving again in the direction of the shuttle based on her memory from where it was parked before feeling him put a hand on her shoulder, holding tightly.
She just continued walking since she couldn't hear anything he was saying before she felt him let go of her shoulder when the shuttle's lights came into view. She walked up the ramp and shook her head, causing sand to fall out of her hair and ears before she looked out the ramp to see Hux still making his way towards it. She found it odd because he had just been behind her moments ago unless he had let go while they were still a distance away.
Then, her ears perked up at the sound of something crashing in the storm. It was barely discernible from all the noise the sand storm was giving but Lynx could clearly hear it and Hux could see it coming in his direction. Since he had been holding his right hand up to block the storm from hitting the helmet, Lynx used that opportunity to grab his hand and pulled his ass into the shuttle, slinging her left arm over his shoulder then using her body to block a probable hit from the wreckage.
However, the wreckage which had been a satellite dish just passed by leaving the both of them unharmed. They stared out into the storm before she took a step away from him and held her hand out, telling him that she wanted her helmet back. Hux took off said helmet and she noticed that he was breathing heavily, recovering from his surprise before he gave the helmet back to her.
"Follow us, if you will." Hux ordered then walked deeper into the shuttle while Lynx put on her helmet.
She stared outside to the sandstorm, blaster held tight in her hands before she turned around and followed Hux into the shuttle.
First impressions were everything to warriors.
[Pair 3] = I Write The Sharpest Take Over/Bubblegum Bitch X New Americana/Battle Scars X Set Me Free
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The work of a thief isn't that easy. They are always cautious of their surroundings even though it is safe and even if it wasn't, they are always looking for a way out.
Mia's current work was simple. While the rest of the Knights distracted the opposition party, she was to sneak inside and steal the documents. Her work was somewhat reminiscent of a spy except that she wasn't. If she was a spy, she would be disguised and blending in to head to the office that contained the documents. No, she was a thief and she used the vents to get to where she needed to be.
Are we there yet? Zephyr, who was a mute physically but not mentally and strong in the telepathy aspect of the force, asked.
Almost there. Mia responded, opening up to the force to scan the room below her. Room is empty.
I'm right behind you. Zephyr assured.
Mia gave a mental nod before dropping down with a graceful and silent landing that was perfected over the years of her mischief deeds. She moved away to allow Zephyr to drop down, caution flowing strongly through the force. Zephyr searched through the messy desk while Mia scanned the room for any secret compartment. After a few minutes of tossing every single useless paper to the ground, Zephyr moved on to look through every book before getting stopped by Mia.
"Did you really?" She questioned, pointing at the messy floor.
What?
"A thief doesn't leave the whole place messy like you did!" Mia whisper yelled, panicking slightly. "Clean this up before they return!"
Why? I don't see the reason for it and it makes our search faster. Zephyr retorted, already looking through the next shelf.
"Suspicions!" Mia grabbed Zephyr's hand, stopping her from throwing down a bag full of stuff. "We stay quiet. We stay hidden. That's the rule of thieves."
I thought you have a code.
"That's a different story." Mia huffed before she looked at the door when voices echoed outside. "They've returned."
We need more time.
I can give some. Ren muttered, entering their mental link.
Voices outside turned into shouts and screams while the two ladies continued their search. By the time Ren finished toying with the soldiers outside, they had found what they were looking for and stepped out to see sliced bodies laying on the floor. Mia rolled her eyes at Ren before running for it when more Resistance fighters came around, firing at them. Although, none of them hit their mark as Zephyr was able to mess with their minds, making their aiming extremely terrible.
Knights, it's time to leave. Ren spoke through their open connection.
On our way boss. Muna Grif'Lai, one of the two Kaleesh twins in their team, responded.
"Firing squad ahead." Mia muttered when Resistance fighters formed up in front of them.
"You know what to do." Ren said and Mia smirked before opening up to the force, drawing in the power.
A minute later, she was running faster than Ren or Zephyr and within seconds, she was slicing through the squad of Resistance fighters with a speed unmatched by any of them. Once every single one of them was dead, she continued running ahead to leave a carnage behind her everywhere she went. When she reached outside, she saw their shuttle waiting and the two Kaleesh twins fighting against the Resistance with a synchronization that only force-bonded twins could achieve.
"Get to the shuttle!" Mia yelled, pulling out her lightsaber when Resistance fighters aimed at her.
She deflected a few shots while subconsciously ensuring Ren and the others had entered the shuttle. Then, she turned off her lightsaber to draw in the power of the force which to her, basically slowed down her surroundings but to everyone else, she had gained speed. They tried to shoot her down but soon, Mia was safe in the shuttle with the other Knights and they took off, back to base. Mia was greeted by the one Knight whose work proved to be tougher than hers.
"Abra, how nice to see you." She smiled, pulling the slightly smaller man into a hug.
"I'm glad you're safe."
"Are you joking?" She scoffed, parting from him. "You work as a spy! I should be saying that to you."
"Greetings, Mia." A sentient feline took a seat beside Abra while Mia parted from him with a smile.
"Hey Nyla. Haven't gotten into a fight yet, have you?" Mia asked the Cor who nodded.
"Thankfully. If we did get into one, it wouldn't be good for both of our pacifistic nature." Nyla said and Mia patted the feline on the head despite its protests.
"Well, I'm glad you're both safe." She repeated again before looking at Ren who entered the room and Mia passed him the data she had found. "Everything should be here."
"Well done."
There's a difference between a thief and a spy. Only those who understand their work, know their differences.
