They walked in silence, a primitive slugthrower pointed at them. Will would have grabbed his standard sidearm, but it had fallen off somehow. His comlink was down, he hoped someone was able to track him using it. Mon probably didn't have a sidearm or anything else of usage, she was the leader of the rebellion. They continued walking until they reached a small old pipe that didn't go anywhere. "Get in." He ordered and they were forced to comply or get shot. "Ladies first." He said in a mock gentleman voice. This made Will want to punch him. It was a squeeze, but they both fit in. Their captor began putting a small, handcrafted and thick sheet of metal over the hole. This was his chance.
He thrust the small circle into the man's legs. However, somehow he expected that. He survived the blow, and grabbed his gun, pointing it at him. "You stay back." He growled, clearly angry at the interruption. "Come out here, he smacked him a few times with the sheet of metal. Then he forced him back into the small, stinky pipe. He had been beaten on his back, and it hurt. But he managed to survive it. The circle was pressed against the opening, and soon drilled shut. Their captor then began to rise, probably leaving. "Hope you die comfortably, your honors. Have fun!" He cackled a villainous laugh that made Will want to hit him. He walked away, leaving their fates sealed. Only then did they begin to feel the pungent smell of the room. It was beyond words, a combination of dead animals and rotten tomatoes.
Mon, who had almost been in a daze, looked at him. Her once grand, proud figure had been reduced to a tatter. Her cloths were in ruins. There were burn marks everywhere and many tears. His had also similar suffered damage, but less severe considering that they were more practical. "How are we going to get out of here." Her voice was calm but worried, and somehow kept her composure. "I don't know." They both laughed. In a crude way, it was funny how they were going to die like this. Will tried stomping his boots on the metal, but it was useless. He tried pushing it. That failed.
"We just might die here." Will pointed out. They both burst out laughing, potentially more than they had ever before. It was just so crazy. He had expected to die on the battlefield, valiantly. Or more likely, on a starship, battling some enemy, valiantly. She had know idea how she would die. Maybe tortured to death by the Empire. Or an Imperial prison. She would be fighting to. Heck, in someways, but not many, that would be nicer. But this, this was ridiculous. It was ridiculously off. That was why it was so funny. Several minutes later, they regained control of themselves, weak with laughter. She looked at him andl declared, "Were going to die here."
It seemed obvious. They were defeated. Might as well get comfortable. The area that they were in was small, and they both fit, barely. This left no room for comfort. "Maybe we should, you know, turn the other way. Get comfortable." He suggested. "Yes. We should." It was difficult, but they both managed to turn, with their feet facing the exit. Although it was still uncomfortable, it was better than the other way. "Can I. Can I put my head..."
"Yes." She did it. It felt right. They were probably going to die. Both of them needed each other. It wasn't romantic,they both had other loving partners. It was just a friendship. A friendship that had grown by necessity, beyond what a two people could in this time. They lay there for a while. In times of desperation, relationships can be impacted for better or worse. In this case, it was for the better. After a while, Will put his hand down next to him. Suddenly he felt something. It was a simple, rusty nail. In moments, a plan had formed in his mind.
"Mon I have an idea."
"What is it."
"I found a rusty nail. Do you know what a nail is."
"I'm familiar with it."
"We could use it to get us out of here." Mon immediately picked up on the idea.
"Of course!" There was relief, hope in her voice.
"Well can you please get off me first." He asked nicely.
"Yes." She began to get off him. Originally, they both agreed for her head on his shoulder. But then Mon had put most of her body on him. She now moved off him.
"Well thank you, I was comfortable." She said in a mock angry voice.
"Well I wasn't." He shot back.
"Although I was actually comfortable."
"And so was I."
Soon Will had planted that nail in the metal sheet. He then pushed it into the sheet. This created a small hole. He kept doing this until the sheet was severely weakened. Soon, he was able to push through. It was a relief. They were free. It was like the feeling that you won a million dollars. She hugged him. "Thank you." She murmured. They were both relived to be out. "Come on. Let's go." They were in that junction, again. "There is a passage to the surface up there." He pointed to the right. Both of them made there way to the manhole and up it.
Once they emerged, things were hazy. Emergency crews, policemen, and Terran soldiers soon surrounded them. Then it was reporters. Dozens of them, swarming the two like angry bees. Asking irrelevant questions. Just being annoying. Then it was the politicians, all wanting personal accounts of the incident. At least the other high ranking officers were respectful. They then went there separate ways. Will was soon back at headquarters, tired and weary. But he was still in for a nice surprise. Alison was waiting for him at his quarters. She embraced him warmly, and for a second, he forgot about his ragged, torn uniform. As well as his numerous cuts and bruises that the doctor said were fine. They stayed together for several minutes, just being there for each other.
Finally, they parted. "Will are, are you alright."
"Well, I've been better." They both laughed. "Come on, how about we do something. I." Her voice broke "I just want to be with you. Please, I don't want lose you."
"Of course. What should we do?"
Authors Note: Auuu. So lots of shipping. What I meant about Mon Mothma's man is an interesting story. In Star Wars Legends she had children. So doesn't that mean she is married. A father was mentioned. Of course, Legends contradicts itself.
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