Seems like trouble is brewing in this chapter. Enjoy.
The black and white T-65 X-wing starfighter was hidden within the old waterfall, tucked away from the eyes of anyone else. She had taken it from a junkyard a couple planets over, a desert heap called Jakku, slowly restoring it over the year hidden on this world. She had long since finished with the actual repairs on the vessel before focusing on the cosmetics of it as of late.
She ran, pushing her limbs, noticing that the troopers were gaining on her as she turned a corner by the market district. She could hear shots striking stone and metal before the troopers rounded the wall, chasing her with yells of 'stop!'.
She almost let out a snarl as she ran smack into the back of some dark dressed person. She stumbled back, realizing this being was accompanied by guards.. and as the person turned to face her she felt her blood run cold.
It was Kylo Ren.
She clutched her bags closer, spinning to dash away.
Kylo tilted his head, peering into the direction the mystery man had gone- or what he had assumed was a male by the clothes concealing the body. "After him!" He commanded.
She weaved through the city, easily evading the troopers and their blaster fire. Screams filled the air as angels moved aside, some getting hit while others hid. She eventually made it into the plains, heading through the forest and into the valley beyond. She felt that she lost them and so she snuck into the back entrance, a small crevice, of the cave. She could hear the sounds of water and used the light from the old glowing mushroom-like things growing on the rocky walls to guide her.
She scrunched her nose as she walked over to the monochromatic-schemed X-wing. She used a large rock to climb up toward the ship, setting her bags into the compartment behind the seat. She glanced to the spot which was supposed to hold a droid, realizing that this thing hadn't flown in years and that she would have to manually fly it.
She slid into the seat, flipping switches. She had basic flying knowledge. Came with her job. She put on the starfighter helmet, a visor-less mockery of the creation it used to be.
She studied the layout before working to start the engine, listening to it sputter. Fuel!
She climbed out and down, snatching up the stolen fuel and letting it slide into the tank. It took several minutes before she was tossing the empty container away and getting back into the cockpit. She started it again, this time getting a better sound, but it still didn't start.
She noticed something sparking from the engine and hissed as she got out to tend to it. She could hear yelling in the near distance. She 'popped the hood', so to speak, and began to tinker with various parts. She rewired some cords and felt satisfaction as when she started it the X-wing purred to life. She hit the switch to close the overhead glass, feeling the air become pressurized.
She snapped her fingers over the keys, making sure everything was on as the ship began to hover. She retracted the landing legs before sliding the shift. The ship jerked forward out of the waterfall, roaring past a group of startled troopers who recovered enough to shoot.
She steered the ship, gazing down one last time long enough to catch sight of Kylo standing alone in the field, his head bent back to watch her as she flew up. She gained altitude, eager to be gone. She hit the higher atmosphere and broke through into space.
She was ready to get away.
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Kylo didn't know what to make of this situation. He felt that he had located the strange male rumored to be similar to Fett, yet when discovered the lad had.. fled, escaping into an outdated X-wing.
He ordered his men back to the ship, his tensed body language telling of his desire to give chase. "Sir, that model is an antique, from the Rebels against the Empire."
"I want it located and captured, lieutenant." Was all Ren stated.
"Sir." The co-pilot turned to the com. system. "Any Order ship orbiting or close to the planet Lo'Suten be on alert; the capture of a black and white X-wing is to be top priority."
"Understood." The closest ship's pilot answered.
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She was forced to spin the ship as laser fire whizzed past her. She flew with such grace that it seemed like she was dancing with the shots from the Destroyer before her.
"Tch!" She hissed as the ship jerked, a blast clipping her left wing on the underside. She righted it, giving more power to the engine as she soared forward before turning the wheel sharply to the right, feeling the ship redirect its path.
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"Fire the ion shot." The commander ordered, observing the spacecraft through the view screen at the front of the Destroyer Arcanis.
"But sir-"
He turned to growl at the inferior soldier who dared to speak up. "Officer, that shot had better be ready by the time I say fire."
The soldier gulped and nodded, activating the machine before turning to his superior. "Charged and ready, sir."
"Fire!"
He hit the switch.
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She swore in several learned languages at the large ring of what looked like electricity coming her direction. There was no way she was going to get out of range. She steadied the ship, angling the nose parallel with the oncoming ring. She realized what it was, an ion cannon's shot.
She didn't have enough time, it was moving too swiftly. Almost there..
"Ack!" The ship lurched, the ring hitting the center of the ship, moving through it. The system went haywire, sparks flying, the engine stalling, dying, electrical machines sputtering off with static.
She smacked the console but that was a big mistake for with the touch she was shocked, enough so to throw her back in her seat, knocking her out.
The X-wing floated lifeless in space as the Destroyer moved closer to pull it in with a tractor beam.