This is the 'latest' written chapter, but it's here because it technically occurs first.
Fira wanted to shoot her.
She probably should shoot her.
Her finger was on the trigger, twitching.
She was begging, pleading.
It was kind of pathetic really.
That voice was back.
Count to three. Before you do anything, count to three.
She counted, sighed, put her blaster down.
She let her go.
The adrenaline made her hands twitch. It actually felt pretty good.
"Well, I'm glad that was solved peacefully… I'm not one to hurt women,""
"Why, doesn't seem like you have problems hurting anyone else." She quirked an eyebrow.
"I was raised to tip my hat for ladies and open doors for 'em, not blast them…" He paused, "I must sound like some dumb farmboy to you right? Head full of dumb, old fashioned ideas?"
She smiled "Actually, I think you're kinda sweet, not dumb at all,"
"Oh… well… thank you… Captain, I like you too"
That was worth it, she was pretty sure he was trying not to blush.
They were on the shuttle, the adrenaline had died down, but she was feeling pretty twitchy still.
That was because her ship was gone. She'd tear the galaxy apart if she had to so she could get it back.
"Hey, captain,"
"Yeah, and you can call me Fira."
"Right, Fira. Can I ask you somethin'?"
"Sure thing,"
"Why did you let her go? I mean I saw you, you looked like you were pretty set on shootin' her."
She shrugged, "Well, as much as I wanted to shoot her, and kinda thought she deserved it, it wouldn't have brought Vidu back, she's small game anyway. Skavak needs a blaster bolt through the head more than she did."
"Fair enough, I'm still glad you didn't shoot her though," He smiled.
She stood there, finger on the trigger, adrenaline running through her veins. She was going to shoot her. She was, she was…. She was going to kill her…
Count to three.
One…
A Separatist compound, a man begging for his life
Two…
Someone begging him not to shoot, talking him down, telling him it would change him
Three…
They stepped down, let the Separatist go, the shooter thanked her for talking sense into them.
She lowered her blaster.
The real reason is she didn't want to look like a hypocrite.
She knew it was cowardly.
