Three days later…
"That sick sadistic bastard is your son? The man behind the mask that needs to realize when it's time to take anger management classes because he has daddy issues is your son?" Azora screamed. The general plastered on a brave face,
"Yes," she whispered. Azora nodded, and looked at her feet.
"I just want to tell you… Well, I might be getting cold feet…" Azora's voice faded away as she looked anywhere but at the general.
"Why?" the general asked.
"The things you've told me. What they've done to people who commit treason. It's awful," Azora explained. The general nodded, and comforted the doctor,
"Trust me, we won't let anything happen to you."
"I have never met someone that could live up to that promise." Azora whispered, while smiling. General Organa sighed,
"I will." Her voice was comforting, yet Azora still didn't know if she could trust her. Azora shook her head, and released herself from the general's arm. She began to walk away. The moment her hand touched the door, she turned back,
"I really hope so," she said, and opened the door.
~Azora's point of view~
I adjusted my helmet, and continued to work as a stormtrooper walked past me. I looked down at the black uniform maintenance workers were forced to wear. I shook my head, and looked around, I was ready, just a few more seconds…
I breathed deeply, and took a screwdriver out of my tool belt. I began to fix a leaky pipe in a corridor that was normally unused. My job was to stay out of the way, and I didn't like that. As I placed the screwdriver back in my belt, a timer went off- I had an hour before my shift ended. I looked down the corridor, and started walking along it, very slowly. My hand started dragging against the wall, I took in a sharp breath as I saw the small door that leads down to the file room through a ventilation shaft.
"I've got this," I muttered. I shook my head, I always speak to myself when I'm stressed. Voices echoed down the hall, I turned to the door, crouching down, I opened the hatch and slipped in, closing it behind me. I grabbed onto the vent as soon as I could.
"Okay, I've got this," I mumbled as I pulled out a flashlight. The light burst through the darkness, making the area around me visible. I looked down, and held on tighter, it was a long drop. But, I had done this before, that gave me enough confidence to start cautiously edging down the vent.
The lower I went the more panic swept through me. I wasn't just scared, I was terrified. I didn't want to die. I kept thinking of scenarios where I ended up dead at the hand of the First Order. That made my back twitch, and made a shiver slip down my spine. I took a few moments to recollect myself, and then began to climb down again.