Yo, another chapter. Enjoy.
She was quite the rebel. Stealing archives, parts, anything she needed from both the First Order and the Resistance. The parts she took from several locations connected with the FO. The old archives she transfered to datapads and thus information she took right under General Leia's nose. She was planning to construct something Luke had hinted at with his early teachings. A lightsaber. She had gathered the parts required, all aside from the crystal chamber and the crystals themselves. She had a layout noted in the archives, but hardly anything concerning how to actually make the power source.
She turned her gaze to the angel male she had become friends with. Leading a double life was taking its toll. He had a deep scowl on his face, arms crossed, his brown wings spread out to block the entryway. His silver-white hair was tied into a high ponytail, twin bangs framing his pale and sharp features. He peered at her with eyes as dark as coals.
"You promised you would be back yesterday, we would play a game of Pi'Lyn. Yet I had to track you down, not a word from your end." His face turned to a sad one. "I was worried. A ship from the First Order arrived in the capital earlier today. They are looking for someone, scouting the cities."
She furrowed her brows. What brought the oppressive Order to this planet, what person were they in search of?
She shrugged, keeping her face blank. She kept her mask hidden behind her back, brushing past him. She slipped into her room, hiding it in the spot her gear was so Rixin wouldn't see it. She returned to the 'living room', plopping down onto the couch as her friend closed the outside door and stepped over to sit beside his quiet companion.
He turned, knees grazing hers as he took her hands, drawing her attention to lock eyes. Her cloudy ocean orbs emptily studied his own midnight eyes. "El, I know you better than this, you're not telling me something."
She scoffed.
"Seriously, what's wrong-" He was cut off as she yanked her hands from his, rising to stand. "El-"
"Shh!" She hissed, sliding over to the front shielded window. She drew aside the curtain, peeking out. Her eyes narrowed and she growled. "Rixin, there are stormtroopers in our area." She turned to him. "You need to leave."
"But El-"
"Now." She ground out, the word a sharp bite.
He flinched but steeled himself. He nodded as he slipped through the back door to head home.
A knock a minute later drew her toward the door as a trooper demanded an audience with the residents. She rushed to grab some clothes to hide noticeable features, wrapping a scarf around her mouth.
She flung the door open, glancing over the white armor of two troopers. "How can I assist you?" She asked in a neutral, genderless voice that she managed to muster.
"We're looking for an armored individual. Have you seen anything suspicious as of late.. sir?"
She shook her head. "Not anything unusual." She vaguely responded.
"Might we take a look to be sure?"
She nodded, ushering them inside by widening the door's arch. She followed them as they moved from room to room.. before heading toward her bedroom. Her breath halted as the door slowly opened.. and they stepped inside.
The gazes of the troopers honed in on the schematics she had forgotten on her side desk and the parts strewn beside it, overlooked in her rush. Everything happened in a blur.
The troopers turned, blasters raising, commands for hands up being shouted as her hand extended to pull her trusted pistol to her before they truly noticed. Two shots rang out as she put a bullet in each, watching the bodies fall to the floor in a crumpled mess. She turned to hiss, realizing her mistake too late. She needed to leave- fast.
She retrieved her backpack, gathering equipment and clothes, a second grabbed to contain her armor and gear. She clicked the straps into place before dragging the bodies into the closet. She grabbed anything else of interest or remote personal or beneficial value (along with her datapads, lightsaber pieces and whatnot) and shoved it all into a bag before knocking over wooden furniture.
She produced a lighter, grabbing the can of flammable liquid she kept close by, dousing the wood. She flicked the switch, tossing the lighter down as she rushed from the house before it went up in flames.
That would draw unwanted attention.. and as she saw troopers heading toward the fire on alert, blasters ready, she knew time was precious. She clutched a cloak she had tossed on tightly before sweeping the ends back, turning to dart down the alley and into the evening light.
She needed to get to her ship.