Hey everyone, Shilo here. I've just got this new idea for a fan fiction. Basically, I'm taking lyrics from songs and using them to write one-shots. I have no clue how long any of it will be, but if you want me to use a certain song, feel free to pm me or leave it in a review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or My Chemical Romance. I'm just another fangirl. But Shilo is my OC.
I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven. Nothing you can say can stop me going home.
-My Chemical Romance, "Famous Last Words"
Shilo weaved her way through the busy upper streets of Coruscant. She had to get away. From the temple, from the people that were after her, and every person that could turn her in. She was headed for the turbolift that led to the lower city. The streets below were less crowded, and half the people living down there were criminals anyways. No one would care about a sixteen year old girl; she would be just another street rat down there. There was hardly any electricity and no news ever made its way down there. Nobody would recognize her. Right now, it was the safest place she could be.
She could see the turbolifts just a few yards away. Almost there, she thought. She couldn't believe she had done it! She managed to make it two miles from the Jedi Temple to the lifts without being spotted. She had been so sure she was going to be caught, but here she was; at her destination and still free. If one could say that ducking behind every building and constantly glancing behind could be considered free. She quickly called the lift up and stepped inside when the doors opened. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one looking to go into the lower city. Two security droids entered behind her and stood in front of her on the lift. Shilo had her hood up and her lightsaber hidden in her boot, so she wouldn't be easily recognizable. But that didn't stop her from drawing her cloak tighter around her. Only after she moved did she realized she shouldn't have done that.
The two droids noticed her movement and turned to look at her. She looked up slightly to meet their artificial eyes. The young Jedi knew she was in trouble now. They were going to ask for her identification, and her ID card will surely give her away. After all, it did say "Shilo Mavrakis" on it. Being the padawan of a well–known Jedi Master did have its disadvantages.
"Identification, please," one of the droids said. Kriff, Shilo thought. But before she reached into her boot to grab her lightsaber, the lift unexpectedly stopped, sending the droids flying into the door and Shilo herself crashing to the ground. She grabbed her lightsaber and activated it as the droids stood up. She cut them down with ease and put her lightsaber back in her boot.
Now what? She asked herself. She had never been truly on her own before. Sure, she had been on some training missions as a youngling and such, but she always had someone she could call if it all became too much. She wasn't afraid of being on her own. No, that was not the case at all. It was the fact that she didn't have anywhere to go or anyone to talk to. As far as she knows, she is the only surviving Jedi. Though, the possibility of her master surviving is high; she didn't sense his death in the Force.
But she would have time to worry about survivors later. Right now, she had to figure out how to get out of the blasted turbolift. She walked over to the controls and examined the panel with her dark brown and violet eyes. It hadn't been sabotaged and the emergency stop hadn't been touched. So the droids didn't do it. Someone must have stopped it from the outside, she thought. Maybe by tampering with the controls. Someone must've known she was in here, or the lift wouldn't have been stopped. But the question was, who? She started narrowing down possibilities in her mind. Was it one of the clone troopers from the temple? Did someone see me escape? No, that's impossible; I went through the vents. Maybe another Jedi? I certainly hope so. Either way, she needed to get moving, but it was clear the lift wouldn't be starting again soon.
Deciding her only course of action at this point was to cut a hole in the bottom of the lift, she ignited her lightsaber and set to work. He easily carved a circle large enough for a small human to slip through. Deactivating her lightsaber, she jumped through the hole and prayed for a miracle.
Once the initial shock of the wind and the feeling of weightlessness wore off, her training and instincts both kicked in. She pushed her hands against the wall and grabbed onto a wire. She steadied herself and looked down, realizing she was right where she needed to be. Grabbing her lightsaber, she pushed the white blade through the metal door and burned a hole large enough for her to climb through. She crawled through and was met with the repulsive smell of the lower city. Get used to it Shi, she told herself. You're gonna be here for a while. And you're alone. Don't be afraid; remember your training and you'll be fine. You just gotta keep on living. And with that, she took off down the trash—filled street, no longer wanting to know who was waiting for her in the upper level.