Every breath I took was shaky and insecure. I was more scared then I had ever been before in my life. I knew that any minute I could die, and that made me even more scared- if that was possible. I thought of my sister, and what her final moments might have been like- the fear, sweeping through you and soaking you to the bone like rain, the looming doom, knowing that any second your life could end. I wanted to stop, to give up, and go back to my job and be like everyone else- but after today I might not be able to do that.
I felt the floor beneath me all of the sudden, and realized that I had become engrossed in thought. I sighed, and slide to the floor, leaning against the vent. I put my hands in my lap, and shook my head,
"Am I really going to do this?" I whispered to myself. I nodded, as if answering myself, "For Celia, right?" I thought of my sister's face. Celia was beautiful, everyone said so. She had soft angelic features, dirty blonde hair, and rich chocolate eyes. I smiled, and then plastered on a tough face. I pulled a disk out of my tool bag, and was prepared to upload the files to the disk to send to the resistance. I took another breath, and opened the small hatch, and looked around. No one was in the room. I nodded, and slipped through to hatch, bending slightly to get through. At 5'2 I could easily get into small spaces.
Once I was out, I immediately went to the mainframe. I plugged the disk in, and began sorting through data. It looked like there were thousands of plans and files. I pursed my lips, and scanned row after row. My eyes were darting back and forth, I hadn't read this much in years. Then, I heard it, hard footsteps hitting the ground. I pulled the disk out and ran.
My feet hit the ground with minimal sound, and I pulled the hatch open, and squeezed my body through. I closed the hatch just as the door was opened. It was a maintenance worker, here to fix the mainframe. I knew this guy, we had rooms next to each other. Since there was basically no where else to go, most maintenance workers lived on the place they lived. Before I could think of anything, I felt myself opening the hatch.I slipped out without him noticing, and I pulled up the flap on my helmet covering my face. He turned, finally seeing me.
"Azora? What are you doing down here?" He questioned, he pulled up his flap, and looked around.
"Relax, Alex, I was just working on the ventilation shaft, it had a hole in it. Look, I saw you down here, and I noticed I didn't have a screwdriver, so can I borrow yours?" I asked Alex. He looked at his tool belt, and pulled one out, and handed it to me. I smiled.
"Please return it, I'm going to need it. This is the last thing I do before my shift ends…" He trailed off. I nodded, and an idea popped into my mind,
"Hey, if you want me to I could fix this, and you could go up to your room." He shook his head,
"I've got to do this." I nodded, and headed back the the hatch. I was slightly annoyed that he refused me. I wiggled through the hatch, and stayed there, waiting.
Maybe thirty minutes later, Alex sighed, and walked over to the hatch.
"I'm going to finish this up tomorrow, please don't do my job for me," I opened the hatch, and nodded,
"Okay, but doesn't your shift end in twenty minutes?" I questioned. I had a new plan now.
"Yeah, but I deserve a break, I pulled a double yesterday." I smiled,
"Bye." He smiled back and walked away. He turned back to me and waved as he left. I smiled even brighter, my plan could work.
I crawled out the hatch, and took out the disk. I rushed to the mainframe. I plugged the disk in again, and began scrolling through thousands of files, again. I sighed, and shook my head, it could take me all night to find this file. And after I found the file I would need to find a time when I could send it to the Resistance That would be the hard part. After that, I would have to get off of StarKiller Base. I couldn't be found out. Getting out might be the hardest part, but, I had made my plan for that first. I was thinking about dressing as a stormtrooper and catching a ride on Kylo Ren's ship, but that seemed deadly. My second plan, which seemed safer, was to hide on a stormtrooper ship, and sneak off of it.