Fire Across The Galaxy
part 7 of 10
Author's note: Who's not dead? This girl! Now I know what you are thinking; did she suddenly lose interest in writing this fanfic and leave us all to wait forever for the ending of a fanfic that will never be finished or, more likely, did she get eaten by a wampa? No, I didn't lose interest or eat eaten by a wampa though I'm not sure about that last one. I have, almost every single time I get on the computer, been writing The Siege of Lothal. I didn't want to write this part until a good part of TSOL has been completed so guess what that means... I'll give you one hint. TSOL SHALL BE PUBLISHED IN ABOUT A WEEK OR MORE. Now enjoy and don't forget to check out my other fanfic that I am just realizing now sounds a lot like FATG, Into the Galaxy.
Two TIEs stand out against the flood. And it wasn't because of the spray painted surface of one, or the sleek, curved wings of the other. No, it was the fact that both fly as gracefully and beautiful as dancers. They weave through firing TIEs, curve around transport ships, and soar through space admits blasterfire. The only difference was one was manned by a rebel Twil'lek, the other, a Sith Darth.
Gleaming rays of green energy fire from the Darth's TIE, each landing so close to the rebel TIE, some left scorching trails across its surface. If it hadn't been for Hera's piloting skills, the rebels would have been long dead, exploded to bits as the TIE exploded in a burst of devouring fire as Imperials cheered their demise. The mere thought of that happening to her family, made Hera twist the TIE this way and that, up and down, in circles and spins, to protect her crew.
Inside the rebel TIE, Hera sat slightly slouched over the controls, her hands wrapped so tightly around the controls, they seem unlikely to ever peel off. She was so concentrated on keeping her family ahead of the incoming TIEs, she hardly notices Kanan standing behind her, one hand tightly gripping the top of her seat, his jade eyes too focused on the vacuum of space. Behind them stands their 'kids'. Zeb, his face contorted in one of concern, stands next to Sabine, momentarily having forgotten the rescued Kanan or the alive Ezra to dwell on the fact that their was no escape for them now. Their was no Ghost to escape to. No Lothal. No Phantom. No hole to hide in. The Imperials were finally caught up to them.
Sabine voices his thoughts, tearing her amber eyes filled with worry and perhaps a speck of fear from the cockpit window to lock onto the back of Hera's head, "How many?" Those two words seem to have quite the impact on the members of the TIE. Zeb tears his eyes too from the window to gazed mournfully at Sabine, as if sadly remembering all the fun they had together. Making fun of Imperials, picking on Ezra, and, his most favorite, bashing bucketheads. Now, there would be no more helmets to grab and slam together. Ezra gulps and darts his blue eyes onto each rebel, fear clear in his eyes as he thought of losing them all at once. Kanan rips the back of Hera's chair tighter, his eyes still set in determination forward, though his eyebrows dip a little, betraying that he too was worried for his family. Hera breaks the silence, risking at glance behind her shoulder at the silent rebels, "Too many."
Hera's head shoots back towards the window, her lekku snapping over her shoulder as she twists the ship in a breakneck dive just in time to miss another well aimed shot. "Who is that pilot?" Hera mutters as she arcs the TIE upwards, missing another of the Advanced TIE fighter's shots. "I don't know but I feel..cold," Kanan answers absentmindedly, so soft only Hera could hear it. Hera's eyebrow dip in concern but she keeps her focus on what laid before her. She could always ask Kanan about it later. If..if there was a later.
"Can't you try contacting Chopper?" Sabine asks, annoyance at the droid slipping in her tone. "Already tried. But he..he should have been back by now," Hera answers, her tone growing solemn at her last sentence. "He deserted us!" Zeb exclaims, his eyes widening in surprise at the very thought. "No he didn't, Zeb. I can sense.. reinforcements have arrived!" Kanan cries out in victory, pointing at the cockpit window as striped blue blockade runners, the Ghost, and their stolen transports jumps out of hyperspace.
Help has arrived.