I shook away thoughts of getting off of StarKiller Base as I started to see files that involved StarKiller Base. I flipped my flap back down, and looked at the files. I immediately started downloading all of them. It took me ten minutes. That was ten minutes too long.
Just as I was slipping through the hatch, the door opened. I crouched down, and hoped they wouldn't see me. I had left the hatch open. Whoever was in the room paced it, and went on the mainframe. I was desperate to steal a glance at whomever it was, but I couldn't be caught. Eventually, I knew that this person had no intention of leaving, so I knew that I had to. I looked up at the ventilation shaft, and started to pull myself up, using the wall as a foothold. I climbed faster than I had before, and as I did, something dawned on me. I couldn't go back where I came from, if I went back to the hallway, I would be caught.
My mind raced as I thought of possible exits. I knew that the way I came would be blocked by stormtroopers, they walked through that part of the base at this time every day. My eyes closed, and I leaned my head back, the only other way was to follow the ventilation shaft up through the rest of the base, and end up on the other side. I thought and thought, but no other idea came to mind. I sighed, and nodded, that's what I'd have to do. I started climbing again, this time even more carefully.
As I neared the bend, I had to figure out a way to get through it without falling, and alerting people below me of my presence. I quickly shuffled on top of the vent, and proceeded to crawl on it. The bend would drop off after a few feet, and I knew that I would have to be just as careful to not fall there as well.
My hands felt sticky and sweaty as I crawled along the vent. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I wanted more than anything to just be done with this madness. I adjusted myself as I neared the drop off. I moved so that I was almost hugging the vent, and slid down it, by heart still beating too fast for me to comprehend.
As I slipped down the vent, I wondered how I was going to get this drive to the Resistance. My feet hit the ground, and I stumbled, falling. I took gulps of air, I didn't realize I had been holding my breath. I smiled, I did it. My smile slipped from my face as I figured out that I still had a lot left to do.
I stood, and opened a small door, I quickly checked both ways before heading out. I could feel sweat pooling at the sides of my face as I walked through the corridors. No one noticed me, as usual, so I took it that no one knew, yet. But, even if no one was noticing me, I still felt my heart beating like a drum, and I was sure that somebody could hear it.
"Kylo Ren will be coming down here to meet Snoke, we should get out of here," A stormtrooper said to another one,
"Agreed," Answered the other. My breathing became slightly labored, and I began to pick up the pace. I couldn't be stuck in the same room with him, not when I was so close. As I rounded a corner, I found out I was too late. There he was- The man hidden behind the mask- not so different from his grandfather. I wondered what could be under that mask, a face like General Organa's? Surely not. As he passed, I stood in a silent salute. My heart still beating strong.
As he stepped out of my view, I had to stop myself from sighing. It was hard, I had a secret, and I couldn't tell anyone, or I would die. I started walking, my feet heating the ground and sending an echo throughout the lonely hallway. As I rounded another corner to get to my room, I tripped, and fell on my face.
"Crap," I whispered. I stood up, and continued walking as if nothing had happened. My hand grasped the handle of my door, and I pulled it open. I was finally alone, and I could finally make another plan for how I would get of of StarKiller Base.
The plan was as simple as possible. I needed to get to the broadcasting room, a place that was basically useless, because the First Order don't warn people before they blow up their planet. After I got into the broadcasting room, I would plug in the coordinates to a rebel base, an old unused one. After the plans were sent to the old rebel base, a messenger would pick it up. This way, no one from the First Order would be able to track the Resistance. Luckily, I didn't try to plan this. If I had it would've been a failure.