They got one eye watching you
One eye on what you do
So be careful who it is you're talking to
They got one eye watching you
One eye on what you do
So be careful what it is you're trying to do
-Major Minus; from Coldplay
Power. Something so many people strive for. The very thing that led to so many wars and battles throughout galactic history. Why were people and aliens alike so fascinated with it? So obsessed with it? It seemed as though no matter what happened — no matter how many wars were fought or people slaughtered — the need for power would only grow more and more out of control. How could the galactic community hope to survive such a conflict? After the defeat of the Galactic Empire, after the signing of the peace treaty, the Imperial Starfleet disappeared. That should have been the first red flag. When the New Republic chose to cut down on their military forces, that should have been the second red flag. Leia Organa recognized the dangers in that. She tried to speak out but no one would listen to her. Leia Organa, who fought in the Rebel Alliance, who knew that demilitarizing the New Republic would leave them exposed, who knew the remains of the Empire couldn't be trusted, even with a peace treaty in place. The Senate wouldn't listen to Leia due to her parentage. The Resistance would soon come into light, upon the realization that the Senate couldn't even begin to protect the Republic.
As time went on, the Resistance grew in numbers. Many of the people who joined had past military experience, others came from all walks of life, from all kinds of backgrounds. Leia led them all effortlessly. But as the Resistance grew, something else started emerging. Something...very dangerous. The First Order. They formed from whoever was left after the Empire's collapse. They were inspired by the ideals of the Empire, but intended to make themselves stronger. The First Order already had a growing army, and they already had the support from Imperial sympathizers. Their threatening nature was quickly noticed by the Resistance, and Leia wasted no time when it came to action. The First Order and the Resistance fought many battles since their formation, both groups butting heads on what they believed would be best for the galaxy. Nothing seemed to be working. No amount of fighting, strategies, or expert piloting would be able to fix the damage both groups had done.
The galaxy, sadly, became divided on who they believed were right. Those who supported the First Order lived typically wealthier lives, if they weren't wealthy already. Those who supported the Resistance were more-so hiding away somewhere, nearly impossible to find. Resistance supporters had to be careful, never knowing who may be affiliated with the enemy, never knowing when they might be attacked. It was a harsh reality, but one everyone had to embrace, whether they liked it or not.
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Genevieve Falconer was a rebel, born and raised. For generations, her family stood alongside such groups — fighting side by side with their comrades in every war, battle, and invasion. The Falconers believed wholeheartedly that rebellions would help lead to a better future; though that "better future" never seemed to come. Decades of fighting and loss left Genevieve's family heartbroken and exhausted, though that spark of hope remained. It was truly a special thing, being able to hold onto such a feeling after everything that has been seen and experienced. Genevieve, however, wasn't a seasoned rebel vet like a majority of her remaining family. Her older brother was an X-Wing pilot, her younger sister a Resistance Trooper. Genevieve's parents, Lupita and Frankie, fought in the Rebel Alliance; hell, her remaining uncles and aunts fought in the Rebel Alliance, as well. Every member of the Falconer family fought in some kind of rebellion, believing with every fiber of their being that they were representing the good cause. Genevieve believed that, too. But, unlike her family, the twenty-one year old was not a pilot or a Trooper, not even a very good fighter to begin with. Genevieve was a mechanic. She wasn't an outstanding one, either. Leia made her a mechanic because she saw how well she worked with the others, how she seemed to generally understand the make-up of some of their machinery.
Genevieve remembered the day her parents found out about her position. They tried convincing Leia to give her a shot at fighting, but the general wasn't having it. She believed the twenty-one year old had a shot being a mechanic. In Leia's eyes, she saw the potential Genevieve had in such a field.
"She'll need more training, if you expect her to go out and fight," had been Leia's words to her parents. "She's not as skilled in combat as the rest of your family."
Needless to say, Genevieve's parents weren't too thrilled about her post, but she tried assuring them that being a mechanic wasn't too bad. She'd be able to help repair damaged X-Wings, among other things. Her contribution in that area was helping keeping people alive. Lupita and Frankie weren't as convinced, believing each of their children should be out fighting the First Order. For Genevieve, it upset her knowing her parents weren't as satisfied as she was.
Being a mechanic was a dangerous job in its own right. All the mechanics had to remember to wear all the protective gear at all costs. They had to figure out how to repair damages in a split second should their stations be under siege. If something wasn't working correctly, they'd have to figure out in the blink of an eye and hope they can fix it. Being a mechanic was no fighting position, but Genevieve found it exhausting and overwhelming in its own way, though she felt a sense of contribution. That had to count for something, right?
(A/N):
I know, I know — this chapter is short and poorly written. It's the first time I've ever written a STAR WARS story, so if you guys could be patient with me, I'd appreciate it. On top of that, I'm new to the fandom, so my knowledge on all things STAR WARS is very shaky, and there will be moments where I'll probably get things incorrect. Should that happen, I'd be more than accepting to get help from you guys. I'm being serious, too. I'd really hate to get anything wrong and then be told about it later on. For me, no one should have to go through something like that.
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A.J. Menendez