The Past Revealed: Chapter 5
A/N: My first time on a favorites list! Whoohoo! I'm so happy! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or It's characters, just my own.
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Moff's Palace: Two Days Later
~Meghan's POV~
I lean against the balcony, watching the sun set.
Tonight.
Tonight I'm leaving and returning to my family.
Since the first day, I've denied my heritage.
I only have one family.
And that's the New Republic.
And tonight, I'm returning to them.
I just checked with Beeper, and its all systems go.
Now, Callista and I just have to wait until it's dark.
Then we can escape.
Beeper said that it would contact the New Republic right away.
I just hope that we can make it to safety.
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Above Dantooine: Same Time
~Ackbar's POV~
"Sir? We just got a message from the planet."
The communications officer approaches me, the last time bearing the bad news that Meghan's missing.
Hope surges through me, "What's the message?"
"It says to be ready to start invading by midnight. That's all it said, I'm sorry, sir, and it came from a droid." She says, sounding sad.
'Beeper!'
"Give me contact with all the ships, tell them that they need to be ready by midnight tonight." I say, turning to the view port.
Please be okay, Meghan.
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Wedge's Quarter's: Five Minutes Later
~Wedge's POV~
I pace back and forth in my quarters.
I haven't done anything else since Admiral Ackbar gave me the news that Meghan hasn't contacted the New Republic.
The comlink beeps, and I once again dive for it: "yes?"
An official voice says on the other side: "Be prepared to launch at midnight."
I turn off the comlink as hope surges through me.
She's okay.
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Moff's Palace: Thirty Minutes Before the Deadline
~Meghan's POV~
Callista gently shakes me awake.
It's time.
"Do you have the stuff?" I ask softly.
"Yes," she says equally as quiet.
"Lets go." I say, throwing off my covers and going into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, I come out, wearing a tan jumpsuit and having a boy haircut. "This should throw them off long enough for us to escape."
Callista nods, "you look like all the other slaves here."
I feel a chill down my spine at her words.
I never wanted to be a slave again.
Even impersonating it is enough to make me feel uncomfortable.
"Did you manage to get the ladder?" I ask, trying to focus on the job at hand.
"Piece of cake. Here, this is the last thing you asked for." She says, tossing me my blaster.
"Hopefully we won't have to use it," I say, putting it under my jumpsuit, and then sliding off the cloth that Callista oh-so-conveniently placed over the security cameras.
"I doubt it, slaves never get any attention," she says bitterly, checking to make sure that all is set.
I nod, "Lets go."
We walk quietly through the hallways, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.
Everything's going fine.
That is, until we reach the front door.
"Hey! What are you two doing out of slave quarters so late at night!"
I freeze at the sight of the pair of storm troopers that are guarding the door.
"We were sent by our masters to do a light-night errand." Callista says smoothly, and I silently congratulate her on keeping a cool head under pressure.
"Slave Callista isn't it? I remember you; you're always the one who does the late errands. Who is this, your partner in crime?" He asks, gesturing to me.
"He's a new slave, just learning the ropes, they assigned him to me to learn." She explains.
The storm trooper as far as I can tell with the helmet, studies me for a minute before waving us on.
"That was close," I whisper as soon as we're out of hearing range.
"Yeah, thank goodness that these jumpsuits are so bulky that it's impossible to tell gender." Callista says, leading the way to the X-Wing.
I'm surprised that the ladder is just the right height to reach the X-Wing.
This is almost too good to be true.
"Hurry, we're probably running really close to the deadline," I urge Callista as she starts to climb the ladder to the cockpit, wishing that my chrono worked so I knew what time it is.
Whatever it is, we're cutting it close, I'm pretty sure.
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THERE!"
Storm troopers.
I whirl at the sight of them running towards us, blasters ready.
And my heart sinks.
There's no way we're going to get out of here by the deadline.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.
A/N: My first time on a favorites list! Whoohoo! I'm so happy! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, or It's characters, just my own.
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Moff's Palace: Two Days Later
~Meghan's POV~
I lean against the balcony, watching the sun set.
Tonight.
Tonight I'm leaving and returning to my family.
Since the first day, I've denied my heritage.
I only have one family.
And that's the New Republic.
And tonight, I'm returning to them.
I just checked with Beeper, and its all systems go.
Now, Callista and I just have to wait until it's dark.
Then we can escape.
Beeper said that it would contact the New Republic right away.
I just hope that we can make it to safety.
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Above Dantooine: Same Time
~Ackbar's POV~
"Sir? We just got a message from the planet."
The communications officer approaches me, the last time bearing the bad news that Meghan's missing.
Hope surges through me, "What's the message?"
"It says to be ready to start invading by midnight. That's all it said, I'm sorry, sir, and it came from a droid." She says, sounding sad.
'Beeper!'
"Give me contact with all the ships, tell them that they need to be ready by midnight tonight." I say, turning to the view port.
Please be okay, Meghan.
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Wedge's Quarter's: Five Minutes Later
~Wedge's POV~
I pace back and forth in my quarters.
I haven't done anything else since Admiral Ackbar gave me the news that Meghan hasn't contacted the New Republic.
The comlink beeps, and I once again dive for it: "yes?"
An official voice says on the other side: "Be prepared to launch at midnight."
I turn off the comlink as hope surges through me.
She's okay.
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Moff's Palace: Thirty Minutes Before the Deadline
~Meghan's POV~
Callista gently shakes me awake.
It's time.
"Do you have the stuff?" I ask softly.
"Yes," she says equally as quiet.
"Lets go." I say, throwing off my covers and going into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, I come out, wearing a tan jumpsuit and having a boy haircut. "This should throw them off long enough for us to escape."
Callista nods, "you look like all the other slaves here."
I feel a chill down my spine at her words.
I never wanted to be a slave again.
Even impersonating it is enough to make me feel uncomfortable.
"Did you manage to get the ladder?" I ask, trying to focus on the job at hand.
"Piece of cake. Here, this is the last thing you asked for." She says, tossing me my blaster.
"Hopefully we won't have to use it," I say, putting it under my jumpsuit, and then sliding off the cloth that Callista oh-so-conveniently placed over the security cameras.
"I doubt it, slaves never get any attention," she says bitterly, checking to make sure that all is set.
I nod, "Lets go."
We walk quietly through the hallways, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.
Everything's going fine.
That is, until we reach the front door.
"Hey! What are you two doing out of slave quarters so late at night!"
I freeze at the sight of the pair of storm troopers that are guarding the door.
"We were sent by our masters to do a light-night errand." Callista says smoothly, and I silently congratulate her on keeping a cool head under pressure.
"Slave Callista isn't it? I remember you; you're always the one who does the late errands. Who is this, your partner in crime?" He asks, gesturing to me.
"He's a new slave, just learning the ropes, they assigned him to me to learn." She explains.
The storm trooper as far as I can tell with the helmet, studies me for a minute before waving us on.
"That was close," I whisper as soon as we're out of hearing range.
"Yeah, thank goodness that these jumpsuits are so bulky that it's impossible to tell gender." Callista says, leading the way to the X-Wing.
I'm surprised that the ladder is just the right height to reach the X-Wing.
This is almost too good to be true.
"Hurry, we're probably running really close to the deadline," I urge Callista as she starts to climb the ladder to the cockpit, wishing that my chrono worked so I knew what time it is.
Whatever it is, we're cutting it close, I'm pretty sure.
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THERE!"
Storm troopers.
I whirl at the sight of them running towards us, blasters ready.
And my heart sinks.
There's no way we're going to get out of here by the deadline.
TBC.
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A/N: Please review.