I have so had it! I am angry and I am so done! Almost everywhere I go, I find my face on wanted holoposters, because of those stupid Imperial remotes. My long raven black hair, my deep amber eyes, my copper toned skin. I can't go anywhere. I can't do anything. I wish I could go back home to mom and dad, but I know they're gone...
There's nowhere in Capital I can go, so I go where I can go. I climb up to the highest peak on the prairie. A cliff nearly 100 feet.
I stare out at the orange sky, my lips part, and say all the things I didn't say. All the things that had been pounding in my brain. I will scream them loud. And they will hear me.
"Can you hear me?" I yell with anger and determination. "Can you hear my voice this time? You will not break me, you Imperial scum!" The words echo across the landscape. "You will never tear me down! I will stand here and I will never back away! YOU HEAR ME!"
I stare out at the setting sun, feeling the wind race by. I feel my voice lower, almost inaudible, lost in the wind like everything else. "I will not back down..." I whisper, letting everything else slip away into the darkness. The memories, the worries, I let my entire past slip through my fingers. "I will not be your puppet anymore..."
I grip my hair in one hand and raise the razor-sharp Vibroblade up to my long raven locks. "It's time for a new beginning..."
My finger presses the activation button, and in one swift motion, I cut my hair short. I don't even watch as the long locks flow over the cliff's edge. I just watch the sun.
It's time for a new beginning...

I'm getting over things. I feel much better after cutting my hair short, and after chucking the Vibroblade away as well, but people still recognize me. I need to change even more. And that's why I'm back in Capital.
I walk along the side of the street, people ignore me, but then I notice two Imperial officers heading my way. They don't ignore me.
I need to run, so I make a dash down the nearest alley. I hear footsteps behind me, and look to see the officers following me. Both are thin and pale, but surprisingly fast. They wear olive toned Imperial uniforms, and have faces harder than ferrocrete.
I turn the corner, only to find it's a dead end. In the wall is a store, old and possibly out of business. But when I enter, there is someone behind the counter. A human male. He's unpacking something, so while he's distracted, I climb up onto an old wardrobe. From where I am, I know that if I jump, I can reach a ceiling support, but if I miss...
I don't care. Anything's better than coming face-to-face with those officers. Worst part is, I lost my cadet blaster to those troopers, so I'm unarmed too. Great situation so far.
I spring off the wardrobe, grabbing onto the support. My arms nearly rip out of their sockets, but I still reached it. I use both my arms and my legs to push myself up onto the beam, just as the door opens.
"No one move!" The one officer says as he walks in, holding his blaster pistol up. He is followed by his counterpart. I'm lucky this beam supports my weight.
They both point their blaster pistols at the storekeeper, who looks shocked. "Where is the girl who just ran in here?" The second officer asks the human.
"Girl?" He says in surprise. "No girl came in here."
"Oh, really?" They approach the man.
The man backs down. "I honestly don't know what you're talking abou-" He is cut off when a stun charge makes contact with his chest. The man slumps onto the counter before him, unconscious. I watch silently as the officers slap a pair of binders on his wrists and drag him out the door.
I feel a pang of guilt as I drop to the floor. I remove my helmet and scan the shop. There must be something that can change me. I look down at the helmet in my hands, dull and grey, and then I remember.

I spray the last bits of paint onto my helmet, my airbrush at it's finest setting. I smile as through my now yellow bangs. I had dipped them into a can of dye, and now I looked completely different.
I grab a short sleeved black shirt and tan pants. I strip off my armour, then put the clothes on. I put my armour back on, and after that is done, I grab a pair of black, elbow-length gloves off the counter. I slip them on, and smile as I replace my helmet on.
Now for a weapon... I think as I look around the shop once again. Then I see them. Two twin blaster pistols lying on top of a crate. I run to the crate and grab one of the blasters, smiling as I run one hand across it. They are WESTAR-36 pistols. Perfect.
I holster both pistols and sit on the crate. I pick up two ammo straps off the crate, and wrap one around each leg, just below the knee.
I smile as I jump down. Everything is way more comfortable. My boots barely make a sound as I walk towards the exit, but I stop. I turn around and look one last time at the shop.
"Hmm," I mutter, my hand straying towards my utility belt. "Needs a little something."