~LOTHAL~
TIME : 2035
Lukas was silent throughout the trip from the city to the hidden base. He wanted to ask Ezra so many questions but he didn't know how to ask them or what to ask first. Things felt like they were moving too fast for him. Or are they moving too slow? Regardless he knew he needed answers and stat. He hasn't seen Ezra in years but the most recent but rumored news was that he had died in a battle above some floating scrapyard on some distant planet he forgot the name of, trying to steal some Clone Wars-era bombers that were being scrapped. Lukas mourned him dead ever since, until now.
The landspeeder suddenly jerked as a small explosion rocked the left side of the speeder, nearly throwing Lukas off if it wasn't for his iron grip on his seat. He looked back and nearly groaned in annoyance and slight fear as two imperial speeders appeared to have apparated behind them, flack cannons firing in unison.
"Bucketheads, incoming!'' Ezra shouted, firing his blaster pistol back to make them swerve off and hopefully crash. Unfortunately all it did was merely annoy them as they fired back in response, causing more explosions to rock the speeder.
"Karabast! We have to lose them before we get to base!" Zeb shouted, firing his strange blaster rifle behind him at the scouts on the speeders, one of them going down and crashing into the field.
"Ya think-AGH!" a pain ripped through Lukas' left shoulder as a stray blaster bolt struck him, sending him to the floorboard of the landspeeder. The pain almost caused his vision to go blurry and he could faintly smell his burnt flesh. His ears were ringing but he could hear someone shouting and then a blaster firing followed by an explosion and then silence. What followed was his vision going black for about a minute before clearing up. It was if he teleported from the speeder to some kind of makeshift medical tent. He tried to lift both arms up as he tried to sit up but his left arm instantly flared up in pain, causing him to gasp out in pain.
"I wouldn't move too much." a voice said to his left. "That blaster bolt hit you pretty badly. You're lucky to not have any nerve damage."
He looked, or at least glanced as his neck was sore as hell, over to the sound of said voice. It was the girl from before. What was her name again? Sabine. "I'm lucky to not died at all." He grumbled, closing his eyes a bit as he raised his head and let it go limp and fall into his pillow.
"Ah, don't be dramatic, you big baby." She chuckled, walking over to check his vitals. "I swear you and Ezra are the same."
He didn't comment on that because he didn't feel sure about Ezra's sudden return into his life. One moment he was just trying to live a half decent life and then next thing he knows he was thrown into a speeder chase and then into a medbay with a blaster wound. Lukas could swear his life was being played like a hologame and he was the main character.
"Well all is good, minus the shot to your arm." Sabine said, unhooking the monitor. "Try not to put to too much strain on your arm and you should heal up soon."
I grumbled and rolled over on my right side, laying flat on my stomach only to be nudged into rolling back over to lay on my back. "Come oooonn. I'm tirreed." I whined.
"Unless you want hot soup spilled on your back then I'd suggest you roll over."
I rolled back over onto my back, annoyed but hopeful after hearing "soup".
I have major writer's block rn. Anyone can pm me if you have any suggestions please. thank you and see you next chapter everyone!