Darting into the galaxy's land where the TIE fighter hovered in the middle of space. Tired and weary she could only find this time to sleep and rest after undergoing the Starkiller Base's end. The somewhat airy light of the galaxy was pleasing, something serene entering her mind, a feeling she hadn't felt in years.
Even if she was alone and free to do as she pleases. She wondered. Could she just leave? No. She felt uneasy for not taking responsibility for General Hux, didn't even bother to find him after he left the bridge on the base. Did he get cold feet and just took off? It seemed like it. But Mavka didn't care for him as much, yet he was certainly the General of the First Order; the one who made her felt somewhat worthy for the first time. An opportunity like no other.
Her thoughts unraveled into ideas for her next step. Maybe there was a way to navigate to a First Order vessel, so she looked around the ship's controls but pondered. She didn't want to do anything yet. Laying her head against the seat and watched the blank galaxy sitting in front of her, the heat from her skin and bones starting to cool as her fear and adrenaline slowly perished. The essence of the craft gave in, dissolving within her thoughts as she first remembered her times as a recruit.
You have to straighten your posture and keep an eye level, don't pout or even show emotions. They expected professionalism, dignity, and strength. The first time she arrived here, she already knew what everyone was thinking. What they know about her. Mavka wore a black uniform a traditional death trooper suit as many did beside her.
Mavka kept to herself as she should but, the others had this staggering aura about them, reaching out over to her when they shouldn't.
She was already confronted by a human woman and her companion. They gave vexing looks at her as if her existence was troubling to them. Vyna was her name but she couldn't remember the other.
They stood like statues as their Lieutenant paced side by side awaiting late soldiers.
"Already lacking the professionalism I see." The Lieutenant was an aging woman, strong and compelled for maneuver. She glared at all upended recruits; out of all of them, Mavka stood out the most. She was struggling to put on her helmet. The Lieutenant marched her way towards Mavka and confronted her with irascibility.
"DT - 1248."
Mavka immediately erected in a proper stance and faced the Lieutenant with perseverance.
"-Sir." She muttered.
"You have not earned the privilege of being seen."
"...Helmet is not fit..." Mavka said with jitteriness as her hands grasped tightly onto the helmet that was held over her head almost pushing in it with great force. Finally, she got it to fit into her skull but her Lekku was squished against the surfaces of the material.
The Lieutenant looked like they were going to speak but, after Mavka successfully fulfilled her little fitting issue, the Lieutenant walked further from her. The little scene of struggle made eyes turns towards her. A whispering chuckle occurred.
"My job is to train you. Become pilots of the First Order. With this opportunity, you must undergo my commands. Understand?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" The soldiers roared in unison.
"We will be doing a little exercise as your first assignment. Prepare your ships." The rest of the cadets rushed to each TIE fighter posted at its station and adapted it for training. Mavka rushed to the first TIE fighter that she could lay her hands on and opened its door. The dashboard seemed simple enough but the space within it was tight only available to one pilot like her.
Mavka wasn't entirely confident in her skills of piloting but she felt like her experiences would gradually improve her into an accomplished cadet.
Without her knowledge, a particular individual among them had time on their hands and no observation set upon them that they began to tinker with Mavka's selected ship. Sabotaging with the exterior wiring that was kept on the back. It was done with her awareness, unknown to a consequence purposely made to make her seem inadequate and unprepared.
And later as they went off to the open galaxy, Mavka seemed agitated but ready. Everything seemed to be going normally as all pilots drifted into space. Their made objective is to destroy droids that imitate X-Wings. They had to fly through the galaxies and while chasing and destroying the crafts. Simple enough. This was a moment that Mavka was eager to take on, with belief and luck on her side she was enthusiastic.
The exercise had begun and all TIE fighters whooshed swiftly through the void and began chasing the droids, releasing blasts at them.
Mavka went offside to avoid collision and gave a few shots directly at one droid. Growing closer towards it she managed to destroy one!
She smiled to herself but concentrated on the next one. After the demolition, the others zoomed past and it was obvious they were eager for the next ones.
Flying past one by one, their blasts were thrown into the galaxy desperately wanting to hit the droid ships but Mavka avoided their way and came from the side then, suddenly her intercom came on.
"You won't get far, Tailhead."
It was a familiar voice possibly coming from one of the TIE fighters. Vyna's irritable tone mixed with dignity and smugness.
Mavka ignored her comment and proceeded to race ahead.
So close she blasted her cannons towards it but nothing came out. A sinking sound was prompted and it would appear that her blasters were lacking power. In a panic, Mavka did not move her ship but only lingered in the air until she realized that the ship wasn't functioning properly.
Mavka didn't dare to proceed and pitifully reverted from the chase, returning to the base with ease.
"DT-1248! What do you think you are doing?!"
Mavka sat in silence and her face cracked with agonizing misery.
When she returned, the chase ended quite soon and the lieutenant already was waiting by the stationed TIE fighters. Mavka took her time exiting the vessel and could already feel the Lieutenant's disappointment poking at her with a stick.
"DT-1248. I am most disappointed with you." Said the lieutenant
Mavka pouted and didn't bother to make eye contact.
"Look at me when I speak. What were you doing?"
Mavka cleared her throat before speaking.
"—Power, weapons it did work no more. I must come back." Mavka said.
"Do you think the First Order will tolerate weakness? No Deathtrooper returns with cowardice. No matter the dire circumstances. You must contribute your life for the First Order."
Mavka didn't bother to speak but looked at the returning pilots from their stations. The lieutenant left the scene and greeted one of the cadets; Vyna. It would appear she had successfully destroyed most of the droids and was granted Squad Leader.
They all returned to their chambers, it was sharing a room where they had lockers and bunk beds. Then the uneasiness settled as Mavka entered the room while the others immediately noticed her. Especially her.
"Didn't realize you would cower back to the ship. I'm sure the Lieutenant gave you a good talk." Vyna smiled.
Mavka glared at her with a grimace, her expression slowly turning dark.
"You have done it. You have broke my ship. It was all you!"
Vyna stood up as all the others watched. Why would they even bother with her? Why should they care?
"Yes, it was. Who knows what sort of capabilities a Tailhead such as yourself could do. The First Order should only employ humans not blue thralls like you."
Mavka pursed her lips, biting into them as hard as she could. Her visible expression was out to be seen.
"I tell the lieutenant. You are at fault!" Mavka exclaimed.
"Hear yourself, can't even speak proper Galactic." Vyna laughed and began to close in on Mavka poking at her Lekku
Pulling and shoving her until Mavka's fury broke free, jabbing her at the throat. Vyna held her hands tightly around her neck, violently coughing from the ghastly strike.
The others were in slight shock and began to charge at Mavka. She dashed backward as her legs swiped at one of their legs, knocking them down. She proceeded to kick them on the ground as another managed to hit her onto the face. With her helmet in her grasp, she gave a forceful jab against their skull.
The room was tight, filled with sweat and blood. Mavka was headstrong and sunk every painful thrash she received until the light from behind widen. The entrance of the chamber quickly opened and revealed the Lieutenant standing alongside some stormtroopers.
A scene of conflict and agony.
Her dream state let on until a soaring sound zoomed past her, waking her up from her broken past.
Another vessel was nearby.
Mavka quickly rose from her seat and looked through her viewing as the presence of the ships remained close by a familiar vessel. Not from the First Order but an X-Wing. Two in fact.
The intercom began to static as a male voice appeared through.
"This is Commander Vene of the Resistance, we have you on target. Confirm your identity." Mavka could only sit in silence as her hand slowly reached the engine controls. She decided not to move or do anything during the moment.
"Could be an abandoned TIE fighter...-"
"It's been operated in the last hour. I highly doubt it."
"—-I repeat, is anyone on board?"
Mavka held her breath and exhaled until she shifted the engine on and rapidly zoomed out of there but the X-Wings followed after her departure and began blasting at the craft. All she could do is run, soar far away until she could find somewhere to lay low.
Hyperspace, hyperspace, how would one do that? That was her only conclusion. She looked at the fuel meter and determined that it was enough to travel through hyperspace. She flicked through all the switches and prepared to lift off while simultaneously attempted to veer away from their blasts.
Finally, it was already until she immediately pulled the level and activated it into hyperdrive. The space all around her changed into a vibrant blue color where she finally escaped the X-Wings.