Fire Across the Galaxy
part 5
Author's note: Just wanted to get this out before Fire Across The Galaxy airs in less then ten minutes! Actually 8 minutes and 49 seconds right now. Enjoy!
"Kanan!" A blur of green shots across the corridor. Now, a twil'lek, her emerald orbs glittering in the dimly lit corridor, stood mere inches from Kanan. Shadows loom underneath his jade eyes, their was a slight twitch in his shoulder, but, their he was. Their was the same old clump of hair tied at his neck, the same jade eyes sparkling from the shadows, the same cocky grin, though this one seemed forced, like a puppet's movement.
It all happens in less then a minute. Jewel like eyes gaze into each other, warmth and love blazing behind them. A hand rests upon Hera's shoulder and then their was no more space between them. Air was crushed as the twil'lek and human embrace. It only happens for half a second, but it does happen. Lips meet and romance blooms inside a Imperial Destroyer.
"Hey, you two lovebirds, we need to get out of here, fast!" Sabine's sharp shout slices between the two lovers. They break apart, a dull hue glowing upon their cheeks. "Kanan, you can use my lightsaber for now," A lightsaber flies through the air, landing onto Kanan's outstretched hand, "Thanks, Ezra." Soon, feet pound against the ground as the rebels race down corridor after corridor. Like birds, the rebels flee.
C.C
It was almost literately a wall built out of stormtroopers. They block the entrance to the land pad, most with the black shoulder pad that ranks them as a high ranking stormtrooper. Blazing red shots scream across the corridor, blocking the entrance that was the rebel's exit. A blue blade bursts out of a metal tube and soon go to work, deflecting most of the blaster fire. "Retreat!" Kanan orders, the blue lightsaber and red blaster fire illuminating his tired face. Torture had brought out before non-existence bags underneath his eyes. Electricity still brought spasms and twitches upon his racked body. Endless questions still echo through his mind. The torture had done more then hurt him. Torture had ripped open something deep inside him.
The rebels retreat back down the corridor, firing, dodging, and, in Kanan's case, deflecting. Dashing down the corridor, they only realize something wrong too late, "Where's Kanan?"