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imaginationoverspill · 3 years ago

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A Rebel's Destiny - Chapter One : The Great Escape

Imprisoned in an imperial labour camp on an unnamed prison-planet in the Unknown Regions of Space, you decide to escape with help from two brothers. Not only do you piss the imperials off, but you also steal something that could be very valuable.

Pairing : Cassian Andor x reader

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Warnings : mild violence, some swearing, a little angst.

Word Count : 4000 words (exactly)

Sweat dripped down your forehead as you finished one of the trillions of circuit boards produced by the labour camp you was imprisoned in. The warehouse was stifling hot. There was no air conditioning and the thousands of bodies working hard did not help to reduce the humid atmosphere. The sounds of banging and welding made a horrible din that never stopped, even as you lay in your cot at night among ten others in what could only be described as a prison cell.

The inmates were under constant scrutiny of the KX security droids as they patrolled the warehouse. Occasionally, a shout could be heard as a droid punished an inmate if it viewed their work unsatisfactory. You had been at the end of that electric shocking staff once or twice. It was a rather unpleasant experience that left you both numb and in agonizing pain.

During the time spent in the prison-come-factory, you had spoken to many of the inmates, many of whom had spent several years there, even before the prison became a labour camp. Ocat Fuli, a middle-aged yellow twi’lek, and Toc Fuli, his younger brother, had spent nearly a decade surviving this place. The brothers were complete opposites, where Ocat was calm with a paternal attitude, Toc was, for lacking a better word, insane. You got to know Ocat as he was, he was your work neighbour and slept in the same cell as you. The prison did not separate the inmates by gender, especially since some species imprisoned do not conform to the old-fashioned concept of two genders, humans included. Besides, the imperialists who ran the place did not give a bantha’s crap about the inmates’ comfort.

During the day, you would stay at your respective stations, only mildly conversing during your daily 20-minute break at lunchtime. Ocat was very kind, he helped you adjust during the first few days of your sentence. He had introduced his brother Toc at the end of your first day. The twi’lek exuded chaotic energy, and it often caused him to be in trouble, much to the chagrin of his older brother. Although, he found himself frequently having his break-time reduced or even removed altogether, his trouble-making was never for no reason.

On one occasion, a fellow inmate had planned to quietly celebrate their birthday. Upon finding out, Toc made it his mission that Jula Visz, a young human woman he had taken a liking to, would have the best birthday possible, despite the circumstances. He had stolen extra dessert from the canteen to give to her, and encouraged the other inmates to loudly sing whilst on the way back to the cells. However, as the droids were distracted by the cacophony of off-key singing. Toc took the opportunity to high-jack one of the control panels used by the droids to communicate through-out the base. In doing so, he cut out the power to the communicators, preventing the droids from calling back-up or sounding the alarm. What started off as jovial singing turned into a riot that was forcibly brought under control, but during the commotion, Jula had disappeared. No one knows whether she escaped or was recaptured, either way she was never seen again.

Of course, Toc, being the optimistic, believes she escaped and insisted as such. Much to Ocat’s dismay, word had got back to the imperials that he had orchestrated the uprising. They isolated him for several months, hoping it would bring the Twi’lek to submission. If anything, it had hardened his resolve to be a pain in the backside to all imperials.

It had now been several months since you first arrived at the stupid prison planet. You had quickly realized that your work wasn’t just meaningless labour. The Imperials were building something and using prisoners as slaves. As to what they were building? Only the maker knows. But, you knew that when it comes to the Empire, it is never something good. After hearing Toc’s story one evening, you and your cellmates had formed a plan, and today was the excellent opportunity to set it in motion.

As the prison was transformed into the warehouse, the two brothers, along with the other veteran prisoners, became familiar with the layout. Ocat had known about some repairs being made to the outer shell of the base as the hull had a gaping hole from the last Barri attack, comprising the main route you usually took back to your cell. The planet’s atmosphere was too thin for most beings to survive without a spacesuit, but not for the Barri. The giant worm-like creatures were native to the planet and were mostly known for hitching rides on asteroids, hence their ability to survive with little to no oxygen. The creatures secrete an acidic substance to digest the asteroid they’ve hijacked. The individuals who are left on the planet are juveniles, nowhere near the size they can grow to be. Their acid, however, is just as potent as the adults’ and they regularly attacked the factory, attracted to the harsh vibrations and bright fog lights.

A loud siren rang, signalling the end of your shift. All the inmates stepped away from their stations, creating lines that would then form long queues so that they can be herded back to their cells by the security droids. You did the same as Ocat stood next to you, Toc was a few places ahead of you in the queue.

A stormtrooper stood at the start and end of the line. The front trooper barked an order before beginning to march away, with the line soon following. As expected, rather than your usual path to the prison cell, the droids were taking the line through a different passage to avoid the repair team. As you continued walking, the line progressed through the base and headed close to the side hangar, as the repair team blocked the main hangar. The plan you, Toc, Ocat and the other bunkmates had spent organizing since the Barri attack was finally going to happen. Once you approached a crossroad, Ocat signalled to his brother, who responded with a small nod. As planned, Toc began to sing:

“Droids preyed on the innocents, the sick, and the old

Mechanical murder, a murder most cold”

The closest KX droid turned to Toc at the sound of his out-of-tune voice.

“It made no difference what flag our foes flew

For Cham rallied our forces, charging boldly anew”

“Prisoner! Cease from singing or face punishment”, demanded the droid, but Toc ignored it.

Toc had begun to sing the Ballad of Cham Syndulla. Ocat had told the story several times about the brave Twi’lek, Cham Syndulla, who led a group of freedom fighters to combat against the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the subjugation of the people of Ryloth. The song had been written to honour the Twi’lek and had been taught to your cellmates by the brothers. You and Ocat joined in, and soon enough so did your cellmates :

“Our brothers have fallen, tread upon by steel feet

We buried their bodies, we tasted defeat”

As the noise of the singing grew, the more confused members of the line started to join in as well. Even though many of them didn’t know the song, they understood the meaning and as planned, a riot was beginning to stir. Noticing the rowdiness of the inmates, the security droids lit their shocking rods and threatened to punish if the inmates did not calm down. The droids efforts in frightening them to submission were in vain.

“Though we have been pushed back, our resistance won't fall

We're twice again in might, with headtails to the wall!”

We will continue the fight, with blasters and knives

With teeth bared and fists balled, we fight for our lives

Cham will free Ryloth, our home soil we hold dear

He will bring us our victory and teach droids how to fear!”

Suddenly, the power to the section they were currently in cut out. The only visibility came from the blinking blood-red emergency lights that made the corridor seem dark and ominous, especially with the warning siren that followed. Whilst the KX security droids were preoccupied with the inmates singing, Toc had taken the opportunity, as planned, to unscrew a hatch covering an electricity distribution board thanks to the screwdriver he stole from his workstation. Thankfully, they don’t search the inmates until they reach the cells.

Once darkness fell, all hell broke loose. Some inmates took advantage and began attacking the droids. You and Ocat did the same. You grabbed the hilt of the KX droid who had threatened Toc and slammed the end into its chest, causing an electrical surge to run through the droid, hopefully frying it in the process. The electric pulse caused the droid to lash out, violently throwing you against the wall and causing you to bang the back of your head from the force. You slumped to the floor as the world seemed to spin, and a nauseous feeling washed over you. The noise of the fighting sounded muffled and your vision blurred. Among the stifled commotion, you heard a more distinct shout, although you still couldn’t quite make out who it was until they crouched down next to you: “Ai’Jou! Are you alright !?”

Ocat had shoved through the crowd upon seeing you being tossed aside. Breathing heavily from having the air knocked out of you, you tried to focus on him.

“I’m fine”, you attempted to wave him off. The loud sound of the ongoing riot making your head ache even worse.

“Are you sure, Ai’Jou?” He gently titled your head to look in your slightly dazed eyes. He noticed something went at the back of your head. You hissed in pain as he gently pressed there, discovering a slowly bleeding wound:

“You are definitely not okay”

“I’m fine, we have to stick to the plan. This is the only chance we have”, you insisted.

Ocat wasn’t convinced, but he knew you were right, once the imperials figure out what the plan is, they weren’t likely to survive being caught. He gently helped you to your feet, using both hands to grip your arm as you stood. You were still dizzy from hitting your head, but the blurriness had eased, as well as the nausea. Once he thought you weren’t going to immediately collapse as soon as he let go, he picked up the discarded shocking stick and handed it back to you before picking up his own stolen weapon. You and Ocat shove through the crowd and breakthrough to an unguarded corridor. After having spotted you and his brother, Toc followed closely behind. The first phase of the plan was success.

You quietly rush down a set of corridors, pressing against the wall to avoid detection from troops heading back towards the uprising. Just as Toc went to take another turn, something in your gut told you to hold him back. You grabbed the back of his prisoner’s uniform and tug him into through the closest door that was luckily unlocked. Ocat quickly followed. Just as you all entered the room and pressed yourself against the inside wall next to the open door, stormtroopers turn down the passage you were just in. The quick movement had caused your head to spin again, and you screwed your face up, closed your eyes and gripped your deactivated staff tightly, willing the lightheadedness to go away. The three of you held your breath as the troopers jogged past. The clanking of their amour and their heavy footsteps fading away as they disappeared down the hallway.

“Woah guys, look at this”. Toc’s whisper caught your attention, and you opened your eyes to look at what he was referring to. He was stood over by a sleek black desk, with his attention being drawn by what was on a slightly transparent standing screen on the desk. You moved away from the wall to see what he was referring to. The file on the screen looked very official, the title ‘Project Mark Omega’ was written in a large font next to the imperial logo and a stamp marked ‘Confidential’. Whoever owns this office clearly left in a hurry, probably in reaction to the trouble your fellow inmates were causing. You watched as Toc began messing with the computer, pressing seemingly random buttons.

“What are you doing ?”, you asked. He smirked when a small data chip exited the machine.

“Well, whatever this is looks important. If we ever manage to pull our plan off, what an even better way to piss the imperials off than stealing a little intel too.” You huffed a laugh at Toc whilst grabbing the data chip and stashing it away in one of your uniform’s pockets.

“Come on, let’s go”, Ocat urged, leaning against the wall near the door and becoming more on edge the longer you three stayed in the office. He checked the hall for the all-clear before all three of you left.

The three of you continued on your path until you walked through into another a corridor that opened up to a larger passage with the right wall being replaced by transparisteel overlooking the side hangar. You looked through the transparent wall to see rows of stormtroopers standing to attention. The sight made you nervous, and you hope that what you had planned was going to work. As the low-level nausea came back, you stumbled slightly. Ocat grabbed onto your arm to stop you from falling over. He looked at you with concern.

“I’m not entirely convinced you are well, Muchi.”, remarked Toc.

“I agree. You did hit your head hard. I believe you have a concussion”

You waved them both off as the queasiness relented, and it no longer felt like you were being spun around in a TIE-fighter by an overzealous pilot. Ocat reluctantly let go of you, but kept his arms hovering over you in case you collapsed.

“I know, but we can’t stop to rest just yet, Ocat”, you insisted. He let out a sigh before lowering his arms and moved on towards a closed large metal double door that seemed to be protected by a hand scanner. Toc rubbed his hands together in excitement as he prepared his small kit to hack through the door’s security. You and Ocat stood in front of the door, stolen shocking sticks at the ready for whatever might be on the other side.

As the door slide open, the two stormtroopers who were standing guard on the other side turned around. Ocat quickly jabbed the trooper in front, hitting them in the space between their helmet and their breast-plate. The trooper dropped their weapon as the electricity immobilized them, and they fell to the floor, either unconscious or dead.

You weren’t so lucky, as your head injury had made you more sluggish than usual. As you aimed for the neck, the trooper was faster and knocked your weapon out of your hands. Left without a weapon, you grabbed at the trooper’s blaster, trying to prevent them from aiming. Ocat was about to help you, but whilst locked in a grappling hold, you hooked your left ankle around the trooper’s leg and forcefully pushed them, causing the trooper to lose their balance. As they fell backwards, their grip on the weapon loosened. You took advantage and ripped the blaster from their hands before firmly slamming it into their helmet. Ocat quickly followed the attack by jabbing the trooper with his stick, thoroughly making sure that the trooper stayed down.

Whilst you and Ocat were tackling the troopers, Toc had moved forward through the double doors and into a rather dark room where three officers were sat in front of multiple screens and a complicated panel covered in buttons and levers. Thanks to Ocat’s knowledge of the base, the three of you had managed to find the side hangar’s control room which, due to the repairs, was currently being used as the main control.

The three officers had turned around at the sound of the fighting and drew their blasters once they realized they were under attack. You surprised yourself how swiftly shot them with the trooper’s blaster, despite the fogginess in your head that didn’t seem to want to clear. Toc, impressed with your sharp shooting, hastily closed the control room doors before joining you at the control panel. In front of you were several screens displaying the different areas of the base. On one of them, you could see the original corridor where you, Toc and Ocat had begun the revolt. Remains of the KX droids that were attacked littered the hall, but they were also some victims. As you had left the fray, some inmates had done the same, attacking troopers and droids as they go, others hadn’t managed to escape. You watched as a group of inmates were made to kneel, hands on their head in surrender as stormtroopers had them surrounded. An officer stood with them, looking down at them and seeming a bit too happy with herself.

“We have to hurry”, Ocat stressed, looking just as tense as you were feeling at the scene. You nodded to him before all three of you sat in the seats that were once occupied by the officers. You knew exactly what to do as Toc gave instructions on what buttons to press. Section by section, all the cell doors were opened and the emergency shutdown that was initiated in an attempt to control the uprising was turned off. The haunting imperial alarm sounded as inmates fled from their cells and began to overwhelm many of the droids or troops they came across. You all cheered and whooped, high-fiving each other in celebration. Toc grabbed the microphone :

“Ladies, Gentlemen and every being in between, the base is ours!”

Upon Toc’s announcement, you saw as inmates cheered as the troopers and officer’s fled. His announcement wasn’t exactly true, but it did the trick as some of the inmates flooded the corridor where your fellow workmates were kneeling. The officer stood terrified as the troopers failed to control the incoming crowd. The kneeling prisoners became emboldened and joined the attack. Having seen this, you looked at Toc, grinning wildly, before you all left the control-room and headed down a flight of stairs down to the hangar.

The hangar had become mostly empty, the troopers that were originally there had left at the imperial alarm you triggered by releasing all the prisoners. Within the hangar stood several ships, mainly Lambda-class shuttles, often used as both cargo and troop transportation, and more basic cargo shuttles. You cautiously made your way into the spacedock still aware that more troopers might come. Suddenly, a shout was heard along with the clanking of stormtrooper armour. A small group of prisoners had also made their way into the hangar, with stormtroopers hot on their tail as they fired at them.

“This way!”, shouted Toc as he gestured to a small cargo shuttle. The three of you dashed towards it, dodging rogue blaster bolts. You screamed as a bolt flew past your head, barely missing you. Toc made it to the shuttle first and immediately started on hijacking the security system. He let a shout of victory as the shuttle door lowered and the three of you rushed inside to escape the blaster fire. Once inside, you and Ocat sit in the piloting chairs. The engine rumbled as you, rather roughly, began to take off. More stormtroopers had entered the hangar, but it was too late as they continued to fire at the shuttles leaving the base.

Leaving the prisoner planet once and for all, you prepared the ship for the jump to hyperspace.

“The Gordian Reach?”, Ocat questioned as he noticed the coordinates you set in the computer.

“Trust me”, you replied, before pulling down a lever. You felt the shift in gravity as the ship sped up, and you jumped to hyperspace. As the blurred blue light of hyperspace flew past the cockpit, you released a heavy sigh, letting go off the tension that had been building up.

“We did it”, said Toc, almost in disbelief.

“Yes we did”

You grinned at Ocat’s reply. Your plan had succeeded, not only had you escaped that hellhole, you three had stolen confidential information AND help other prisoners escape too.

“So … Now, what we do ?”, questioned Toc.

“Well. I suggest we find some supplies and plan from there. Ai’Jou, you set the coordinates for a sector in the Outer rim, perhaps there is a space station there.”

“Actually, I have a better idea. I have, um, some … special friends in the sector who can definitely help us out.”

“Special Friends?”, questioned Ocat, a little dubious about you meant by friends.

You winced at the pain in the back of your head before you could reply, and Ocat immediately became more concerned about you.

“We need to check that head injury of yours, no excuses”

“But-”

“I’ll go look for a medkit”

“Thank you, Nerra.”

You knew there was no getting out of it when Ocat went it to what you like to call ‘Dad mode’. As Toc disappeared from the cockpit, Ocat made you turn your chair to face him. “Follow my finger”. You did what you was told as Ocat held up a finger and moved it from left to right.

Toc reappeared and made you jump slightly as he gently placed a cold bacta patch to your wound.

“I think we should all rest, you especially Ai’Jou. We should be arriving in the sector in a few hours. You can explain your excellent plan then.”

The shuttle you had stolen was small, probably only used to ferry small cargo or a small group of people. Ocat had decided to take the first shift of piloting the ship, while you and Toc laid on the hard benches that lined the side walls of the craft, using the emergency blankets in the medkit to keep warm. You slowed your breath as the sound of hyperspace lulled you to sleep, and your headache subsided thanks to the bacta. The next thing you know, you were gently woken by Toc as he had swapped places with Ocat a few hours ago, and you were now dropping out of hyperspace. You groggily rubbed your eyes as you sat up. You no longer felt any dizziness or nausea, and your headache had lessened considerably. As you sat, Toc checked on your wound.

“Looking good, muchi”, he cheekily reported. “We’ve arrived, so now’s the time for you to contact these special friends of yours”

You smirked at his attitude and made to stand. Toc made sure that you were stable as you stood up and headed to the cockpit, where Ocat was sat in the pilot’s seat. You sat down next to him as the brothers watched you expectantly. Without another word, you opened up the ship’s communications line :

“Calling all rebel Alliance vessels. This is Ferox, I have escaped the imperial prison on an unknown planet along with two others. During my escape, I have obtained information that may have some importance.”

“Rebel Alliance!”, exclaimed Toc, “They’re your ‘Special friends!? Why didn’t you tell us that you were some badass rebel fighter or spy?!”

You smirked at the surprise on their faces, “I would have been a terrible spy if I had told you”

Suddenly, a crackly sound came through the comms:

“Hello? Come in Ferox? This is red flight squadron leader, do you copy?”

“I hear you loud and clear, red flight squadron leader”

“Excellent! We’re glad to hear you from you again, Ferox. We’ve transferred your ship’s code, and you’ve been granted permission to land”

“Copy that, squadron leader. Over and out”

At the end of the squadron leader’s transmission, a series of coordinates and a code appear through the comms. You knew exactly where they were to land.

Next Chapter

Notes :

Translations from Twi’leki :

Ai’jou = informal term used for young, Muchi = friend, Nerra = brother

I did not write the Ballad of Cham Syndulla, the song appears in a webcomic written by Pablo Hidalgo and I found it thanks to www.starwars.fandom.com

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 4 years ago

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The Promise of Stars | Changez Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Soulmates

Fandom: Rogue One(briefly)/Doctor Who/The Reluctant Fundamentalist

Words: 2637

A/N: A continuation of the two-part series As You Wish [1] [2] from last year’s Writer’s Month. A Doctor Who AU with Rogue One and The Reluctant Fundamentalist character(s).

It had been a year since you and Changez got together and you have yet to tell him about the Doctor. Not even your friends Jyn and Cassian know about the Doctor, though there were times where it came close. You couldn’t handle hiding something like this, especially when the Doctor kept calling you when she felt like going on an adventure whenever she wanted to.

“Hey,” Changez said, appearing at the kitchen entrance.

“What’s up?” you asked, turning the oven off and grabbing mittens.

“Your phone was ringing and… it said the doctor. You… you’re okay, right?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Uh, yes, I’m fine, that’s just… um, let me call them back. Can you take the eggplant parmesan out, please? Thank you.”

You handed him the oven mittens as you moved past him. He reluctantly did as he was told, placing the food on the stove top before debating whether he should listen in or not. He glanced into the living room where you were pacing. It sounded like you were arguing with someone.

“I am not playing this time,” the Doctor said, “There’s something going on and they’re heading towards London. They could already be there by now. Just be careful.”

You sighed. “Alright, but when I say I’m busy, I’m busy, okay?”

“Alright. Have fun with your little date.”

You hung up and saw Changez waiting patiently. How would he react if you ever tell him about the Doctor? Would it be better to just show him?

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, lets eat.”

The museum was opening up a traveling exhibit highlighting art from lost civilizations found throughout the years. Changez had told you that he was friends with the coordinators and got tickets to see their panel and permission to roam around the museum after hours, as he knew that there was a limit to how much you could tolerate crowds.

It has been a while since you’ve been to a museum. The last time you went, the Doctor kept going on and on about the time she met certain groups and how most of the artifacts were technically stolen and should be given back.

“They even found some stuff that is possibly from Mohenjo-daro,” Carlton had added.

“Hm?” you looked up from the papers you were grading at the mention of the ancient city in Pakistan.

He shrugged. “I just remember doing some research on the Indus Valley civilization and Mohenjo-daro. I’ve been there once with my cousins, you know?”

“You have?” You placed the papers on the coffee table and scooted closer to him.

“Yeah, it’s weird, though. I felt like I’ve been there before,” he said with a frown.

“Maybe you have,” you said,” in another life.”

“You believe that stuff?” he teased.

“Of course,” you said.

Date night couldn’t come any sooner. The Doctor still texted every now and again, checking if everything was okay. Apparently, the thing that she had seen coming towards Earth had not appeared yet. You put your phone on silent and continued to get ready.

You could already sense when he was outside. It was something that you’ve noticed the first week that you were acquainted after that day when you literally bumped into him. He had been irritated by it since he was running late trying to find his classroom, but something made him turn back and talk to you. He wasn’t Bodhi, you were quick to get that through your head when he snapped at you, but you couldn’t help but do research on Mohenjo-daro. Of course, there wasn’t much information to be found, nothing too specific anyways.

The screen on your phone lit up, but it wasn’t Changez. You assumed that it was the Doctor sending in her weekly check up and ignored it. Once you were in the cab with Changez, you checked your message.

“Be careful, they’re near,” the Doctor texted.

She never told you who ‘they’ were and every time you asked, she went on a rant about this alien race that absorbed everything it saw. Not helpful at all. Maybe it was nothing to stress out about. The Doctor always managed to solve this kind of thing on her own anyways.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Changez commented once the cab arrived at the museum.

“Just… some things that happened at school,” you said dismissively.

“Relax,” he said, rubbing your shoulders, “We agreed not to talk about work on date nights, remember?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I can’t believe some people had the audacity to ask if they were willing to sell some of the findings for millions of dollars for their collection,” you grumbled.

You were walking arm in arm with Changez along the halls long after the panel had finished. The crowd gradually thinned as you continued to stroll around, talking about the panel and art history.

“You’d be surprised what else rich people shamelessly flaunt about,” he said.

“Ugh, I’m having a headache just thinking about it,” you groaned.

Changez chuckled. “I can tell,” he said, shrugging off his jacket, “Or you’re getting a headache because you’re getting too cold.”

“Could be both.” You fixed the jacket on you and resumed hugging his arm.

You were in the middle of explaining the Silk Road and the various trade routes between Europe and Asia when you both heard a loud crash from one of the halls. Changez turned, his arms protectively around you as he called out for his security friend.

“Run!” the security guard shouted as he ran into the room, turning back to aim his gun at whatever it was.

“What’s going on?” Changez demanded.

“Don’t shoot it!” came a familiar voice. A blonde woman with a white and blue long coat ran in with her hands up. “Oh, hi, (Y/n)! This must be your soulmate. Boyfriend. Hi, (Y/n)’s boyfriend!”

“Doctor, what are you doing here?” you hissed, detaching yourself from Changez to approach her. “What’s going on?”

“It’s here! I’ve got my calculations off by a month, but it’s here,” the Doctor said, then turned to the security guard. “Put your bloody gun down, it doesn’t even have any bullets! Bullets won’t even work on them, anyways.”

“What is it, Doctor?” you pressed.

“I’ve gotten readings of foreign objects entering the atmosphere. As it landed in the middle of nowhere, I wasn’t too concerned by it. Then I realized the energy readings and found that it was made of organic material. Living organic material. It was picked up during an excavation and brought to the museum for one of their exhibits.”

“You couldn’t have told me that earlier?”

“Your phone was on silent! You weren’t answering!”

“But how long have you known that it was in the museum?”

“Well, this morning…”

“There you go!”

“Guys!” Changez shouted, stepping between you two. You turned to look at him and he pointed down the hall to a giant blob rolling over your way, absorbing everything in its path.

“Why didn’t you say that it was a gelatinous cube?” you asked the Doctor.

“No time for that, sweetie, lets go,” Changez said, dragging you to the other entrance.

“Right, well done, good idea,” the Doctor said quickly, ushering you all out and started to run. “Follow me!”

“What about the gelatinous cube?” you asked her, “It might escape the building.”

“I’ve got a thingy-ma-jiggy in the TARDIS that’ll stop it,” the Doctor said confidently, “Keep going. You have the TARDIS key on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Go!”

You took the lead as the Doctor stayed behind, pointing her sonic screwdriver up towards the sprinkler system.

“Oh god, the paintings!” the security guard cried out, turning to stop the Doctor.

“No, mate, lets go,” Changez said, grabbing his arm.

The Doctor changed her tactic, deciding to lure the gelatinous creature to another and larger room. You continued forward, using the key to locate the TARDIS. You spotted the blue box between two sculptures, twisting the key in and shoving the two men in. They stumbled forward, catching their breath before looking around, their jaws dropping.

“(Y/n), what is this?” Changez asked, walking up to the console.

“It’s the TARDIS,” you said, shutting the door and beelining towards the Doctor’s pile of gadgets below the console, “Stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. She uses it to, well, travel through time and space.”

“It’s bigger on the inside,” the security guard said in awe.

“Yeah, time lord technology and all that,” you said.

“How is this possible? How… (Y/n), is this… how?” Changez stumbled through his words.

“TARDIS, do you know that electrical thing that the Doctor picked up? Where is it?” you asked.

The console pulsed and groaned until a section below glowed brighter. You followed it, sorting through the clutter and found something that looked like a bulky gun from Ghostbusters. You were about to head out the door when Changez stood in front of you.

“Where are you going?”

“To help the Doctor,” you said, like it was obvious.

“And get hurt? No way.” He shook his head. “Let us go. You can stay here and-”

“And wait?” you scoffed. “I’m not doing that. Not again.”

You pushed passed him before he could respond. Changez cursed under his breath, looking around the console room for some kind of weapon of sorts. The console groaned and pulsed again, drawing him to the floor below the console.

“What do we do now?” the security guard asked, poking his head down at him.

“We help them, of course,” Changez said, handing him what looked to be a silver painted NERF gun.

“And what are we going to do with this? Changez?”

Changez was already making his way out the door, looking around for you. He felt that pull again, the same pull that he felt when his heart was searching for you. He let it guide him, moving almost blindly through the corridors. Jogging through a hall lined with paintings, something made him pause. He turned to one of the paintings and saw an agricultural landscape, an old well standing to the right with two buckets resting on the side. His eyes started to hurt as he stared at it, so he quickly blinked, and the well was gone. He shrugged it off and continued to follow the pull.

It led him all the way to the back warehouse through the maze of crates and metal shelves. The security guard caught up with him, moving as quietly as he could. They heard a shout to the right and quickly followed it.

“Keep distracting it, (Y/n)!” The Doctor shouted.

“Oi! I hated you in Dungeons and Dragons!” you yelled at it.

It suddenly jumped towards you, making you stumble backwards, landing on your butt. You scrambled back as it continued to approach. The Doctor panicked, hitting the side of the suction gun to get it to work.

“(Y/n)!” Changez shouted, running to your side and helping you up.

“What are you doing here?”

“You think I’m going to let you face this thing alone?”

“I’m here, too!” the security guard piped up.

“Now that we’re outnumbering it, those water guns you have there-” The Doctor pointed at the silver guns that Changez and the security guard had in their hands. “-Keep shooting it with water. It’ll weaken it and make it slower.”

“I knew these were water guns,” the security guard muttered.

The guys pumped the water guns, ignoring the ridiculousness of the situation and proceeded to shoot. You skirted around and helped the Doctor to get her gadget going, using her sonic screwdriver to fix it. The Doctor continued to mutter under her breath, encouraging the gun to work until it finally lit up.

“Great! Step back, everyone!” The Doctor shouted.

Everyone dispersed as a cone of wind shot out of the gun and sucked on the gelatinous creature. It started to growl and thrash as it was dragged across the room. The Doctor gritted her teeth, holding steady before upping the suction power. It let out one last roar before it popped, dropping everything and everyone that it absorbed before being sucked into the canister connected to the gun. The Doctor fell back and let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s a lot of cleaning up to do,” The security guard commented, dropping the water gun. He looked around and started to help the disoriented people up.

The security guard promised to take care of everything and not to tell anyone what had actually happened. You spoke to the Doctor and convinced her to take Changez somewhere and when she finally relented, you dragged Changez into the TARDIS.

“Where are we going?” he asked as the Doctor closed the doors behind her.

She made her way to the console and began to press a series of buttons. “I suggest you hold onto something,” she said.

You grabbed onto one of the railings and nodded for Changez to do the same. He followed suit, gripping the metal hard to brace himself.

“I made a promise to show you the stars,” you said, “And that’s what we’re going to do.”

You nodded at the Doctor and she pulled a lever, making the TARDIS shake. The engine began to wheeze as lights flashed. You smiled, your heart racing in excitement after finally being able to share this experience with Changez without having to hide things from him again. He met your eyes and grabbed your hand tightly.

You may not have been able to take Bodhi to see the stars, but you could show them to Changez. This feeling you had deep in your chest was warmer with him, like a cozy blanket wrapped around you. You knew that the time was right this time.

The TARDIS finally stopped with a jerk and the Doctor promptly double checked with the monitor that you were at the right location. WIth a quick scan, she gave a satisfied nod and pulled a lever up, then a series of buttons.

“I’ve extended the field,” she said as she opened the doors wide, “Go ahead.”

“Whoa, wait!” Changez panicked when he saw what was outside. “How… but there’s no oxygen out in space. We would have been sucked out into the void by now.”

“Plenty of time to explain,” you said, bounding towards the door with your hand in his, “Lets just enjoy this right now.”

He let you drag him towards the door and stopped at the threshold. You slowly stepped over it, feeling an invisible solid force field under your feet. The first time you’ve done this, it was nauseating, seeing space surrounding you and you’re just standing there expecting something to go wrong. But it didn’t. The Doctor always had your back.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, extending a hand out towards him. “Do you trust me?”

Changez’s feet started to move on their own, his hand reaching out to grab yours. He looked down at the last second as his feet crossed the threshold. With a chuckle of disbelief, he looked back at you and smiled.

“This is… unbelievable,” he breathed, taking in his surroundings.

“Can you name all the constellations here?” you challenged.

“You bet I can,” he said excitedly and proceeded to do so.

The Doctor watched you two with a fond smile as she leaned against the console. She remembered the moment you had started to fall for Bodhi, she knew the signs. She knew that you were meant to be there, to meet him, but you weren’t meant to be together. Not in that timeline. Soulmates will always find their way to each other in every form and appear when the time was right. It seems that the stars aligned for you at the right time.

#WritersMonth2020 #changez khan x reader #changez khan #brief bodhi rook x reader #doctor who #doctor who imagine #the reluctant fundamentalist #rogue one #bodhi rook #doctor who au #riz ahmed #I've been writing for characters that no one wants to read about but oh well

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melyzard · 7 years ago

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WHAT A COINCIDENCE, IT'S LIKE YOUR SUPERIORS HAVE HEARD ME! 8D if you're still doing quotes into drabbles, let me tell you my bf's favorite words for whenever i gawk at him for knowing/being able to do something i had NO IDEA he knew/could do in the first place: "i had a life before you". ready go!

(THANKS! They might have, who knows? This one came a little out of left field for me, so I’ll accept any explanation)

“Heads up!” the tech shouts from overhead, and Jyn darts to the side instinctively, her mind kicking into overdrive and her blaster already in her hand. A beat later, she realizes with a flash of panic that Cassian has not followed her under the shelter of the X-wing, and she almost falls as she whirls around mid-stride to check on him. Was he hurt, had someone opened fire, why wasn’t -

Cassian holds out his hand and the falling wrench drops into it with a small smack. Cassian glances it at it almost casually, then reaches out and snags the second falling tool from the air as neatly as if he’d known this would happen when they walked into the hangar. Above him, the tech leans over the fighter craft’s wing and waves apologetically. “Sorry, sir, slipped on some grease and knocked my stupid tool bag over. You all good down there?”

“Fine, tech sergeant,” Cassian replies calmly, glancing sideways at Jyn, who very casually brushes imaginary lint off her shoulder and stubbornly refuses to blush. There was nothing shameful about good survival instincts. She does, however, shoot a quick glare up at the careless tech, before pointedly dismissing him from her attention.

Cassian’s lips quirk as he watches her saunter back towards him as if nothing extraordinary has just happened. He tosses the wrench up lightly in one hand, catching it again, as if measuring it’s weight in his palm. “There’s a ladder over there, sir,” the tech calls, pointing to the back of the X-Wing. “I’m still elbow deep in this wiring, so would you mind bringing those up? Uh, please, sir?”

Cassian flips the second tool in his other hand, some kind of screwdriver with a strange shaped tip, and to Jyn’s mild alarm and suspicion, his smile spreads a little wider. “Certainly, tech sergeant,” he says pleasantly, and then he flips both the wrench and the screwdriver into the air, and catches them neatly in the opposite hands.

“What -” Jyn cuts herself off, and stares as he does it again, this time so fast that she almost doesn’t see what he’s doing, then again, reversing direction and rolling them around his wrists before sending them airborne again.

“Oh, hey, that’s pretty good, sir!” the tech laughs from above, and another tech pops her head up from over fuselage to watch. A couple of hanger crew pause as they walk by, grinning at Cassian’s unexpected display of dexterity, and an astromech whistles appreciatively. Cassian flips the tools in a tight circle, his eyes turned up to the tech, not watching his own hands catching and twisting.

“Ready?” he asks, and when the tech grins and holds out his hands, Cassian casually flips first the wrench and then the screwdriver high over his own head, and they drop perfectly into the techs palms.

“Awesome!” The tech calls, “thanks! Oh, and, uh, sorry about dropping them on you!”

Cassian waves him off with a bland expression and shoves his hands back in his jacket pockets as he starts to walk off, turning to look expectantly at Jyn as he goes. She strides to catch up, and stares pointedly at him as they pass through the tangle of the hanger.

Cassian ignores it for a full thirty seconds before he breaks, his mouth curling back into a small smile. “I had a life before you,” he jokes quietly.

“As a carnival juggler?” She raises an eyebrow, but his humor is infectious and she finds herself smiling too, pleased that he is so pleased (although if he gets smug on her, she’s going to throw him over her shoulder and pin him down until he gets over himself).

Cassian doesn’t rise to her bait, he only shrugs and sidesteps closer to her to get around a passing Twi’lek. In the brief moment when Cassian is crowding her against the wall, his back turned to the Twi’lek to allow her passage in the narrow corridor, he leans his head down and drops his voice to nearly a whisper, “What can I say? I’m good with my hands.”

Then the Twi’lek is gone and Cassian moves away, and Jyn narrows her eyes at the self-satisfied tint of his smile. (Oh yes, she is definitely going to pin him down, as soon as they are out of this hall and somewhere a little more private.)

“So I hear,” she murmurs, and walks a little closer, enjoying the way his shoulders tense slightly when she brushes against his arm. “But I don’t believe rumors without proof.”

Cassian laughs.

#ask box #my writing #rebelcaptain #hangover writing #(well I had bacon and juice so I'm feeling pretty good actually)#this was such a cute prompt #yes i decided that Cassian can juggle #why the hell not?#and do you know how high those X-wings are?#pretty high #but hey #he's good with his hands #sleepykalena

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mania-junkie-writes · 6 years ago

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1, 5, 8, 14, and 17 for OC questions :)

1. Your first OC ever?

Ooo! This one brings back some very fond memories. My first OC was a girl named Raven Nightshade (edgy I know, but I love her) who I eventually made into a triplet trio with her siblings Dawn and Shadow (even edgier, I know). In the end I did make a story for them but it never went very far because it was too similar to Percy Jackson, but she was definitely the first. If you want to know anymore about her I’ll make a post just about her or her and her siblings, but she’s a bit too deep to go into for one ask. Hehe...

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

PERCIVAL. Percival Murdstone is a lovely boy from my Steampunk script who is the living personification of “cocky ass fuck boy”. He’s beautiful and cynical and I love him and the world deserves to love him too. (I can make a post for him too if you like.)

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I don’t actually. Huh, up until now I’ve never really thought of it. I did do a Steampunk costume one year and I guess it was kinda the same as my protag from the Steampunk script, but idk??? I might do so in the future just for kicks and giggles.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

YAS!! This will be fun. Alright, I’ll just insert a text snippet from my Steampunk script that introduces my protag and that’ll do the work for me...

[Music box playing in background, a slow, dragged, sad and depressing tone emanates from it as a dull rumble from a growing, but distant storm is heard over it]

[the inside of a shop is shown, a darkened, shuttered place that seems to have just closed for the night, the shot lazily drifts over the entire place]

[a music box slowly spinning/playing is seen on a back shelf, behind the store counter, slowly coming into see fine details]

[a louder rumble is heard over the sound and the shot fades with the noise to a new shot now showing the view from a counter/desk strewn with parts and tools, looking as though a wall clock had been disassembled]

[a dying/shortening candle is seen in the corner of this workspace in it's wax dripping holder, the flame flickering as the only source of light in the room]

[another, now much closer/louder rumble is heard and the shot quickly zooms out to show the entirety of the desk to show a girl asleep on the support of her arms and table, with a grimy, strained face and oily hands under her as the light from the candle dances over her face, dim, but glowing as a longer rumble sounds to fade the scene from the growing light of the candle to a memory/dream]

[the music box’s sound becomes muffled (as though underwater) as the fading progresses]

[the shot fades to lighter memory scene, yellowed, blurry edges (memory frame) and voices/laughter begin before full picture is present]

[full picture/scene becomes clear and the music box’s sound is now completely gone]

[(only sound) a little girl (protagonist) is sitting at a table in a bright room, from all the open windows, and smiling/laughing as she watches a man (her father) work on a small mechanical device, he tightens a screw with his miniature screwdriver and leans back in chair smiling as he holds up his work to admire, then hands it to his daughter]

Father: You try it…

[she reaches for it slowly and grabs it delicately, but with enthusiasm, as she begins to turn the key, winding it up slowly; she lets it go and the same melody/music box from intro plays but in a happier, brighter, more hopeful new tone (compared to the slow, dragged, broken, melancholy heard before in the beginning (still the same song and music box though))]

[the girl beams at it and hugs her father tightly, overflowing with joy and adoration for him]

[they stay like that for a while, her father returning the embrace and letting out a small chuckle, as the music box cheerily plays in the background]

[They begin to blur and fade to black and silence as the old music box (sound) starts again but louder and more vengeful in tone; giving one last sharp, stale note it goes silent.]

[A brief pause.]

[A gunshot fires and splattered blood is shown on a dark, paved street in the midst of night and the scream of terror and sadness from the same little girl in the distance emanates through the empty road.]

[The scene flashes to a new perspective of the same girl, now older, jolting awake from a loud thunder crash outside from her slumber upon a workshop counter and pieces of a disassembled wall clock (cogs, screws, tools, etc.) scattered around her. The light from the dying candle has now fully extinguished and gone cold, shrouding the room in a complete darkness, making the scene almost hardly visible. Realizing the crashes were only thunder and not gunshots from the past, she relaxes slightly, exhaling deeply and rests her elbows on the counter, placing her face into her grimy, overworked hands and breathes deeply in an attempt of recovery. Slowly struggling to steady her breath, she breaks out into pained, heart-wrenching sobs, hiding herself in her arms, resting once more upon the workshop counter.]

[The scene slowly fades out and goes to black, zooming out on the picture of the girl.]

[Another loud crash of thunder and flash of lightning strikes and the shot changes to the title screen.]

That was longer than I thought but oh well.

This is definitely a wip of mine that I haven’t touched since two summers ago but I still love the story and I think maybe I’ll post more of it if anyone expresses interest at all.

17. Any OC OTPs?

The first ones that came to mind were definitely Percival x Lyle and Cassian x Nathaniel. Percival x Lyle from my Steampunk script (I might talk more about them later) and Cassian x Nathaniel from Requiem for an Evangelist’s Vocation (there will most definitely be more of them when I start posting more of the novel’s snippets). They’re both adorable but I do feel kinda guilty for not having more wlw OTPs but I’m working on it!!

Thanks for the questions hun, these were really fun to answer and it’s helped me get back into my Steampunk vibe!!! Let me know if anyone wants to hear more about anything I mentioned because I have a lot of wips that have never seen the light of day. (*nervous laughter*) Thanks y’all!!!!

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theonewiththefanfics · 7 years ago

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The One That Got Away (part 7)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12- END

Pairing: Cassian x Reader; Platonic!Poe x Reader

Genre: still angst

Warnings: swearing... can’t really think of anything else

Word count: 2489

“Commander Delaqour,” Poe’s voice immediately grabbed her attention, as Y/N entered the room. After being called by her real name so many times that day alone, the alias felt strange, but she quickly understood the meaning of the message. “Could I please talk to you in private?” “Yeah, sure,” she had her eyebrow raised in question as her Y/E/C eyes glanced at Cassian, who unsurprisingly didn’t look at her, though his stance had gotten even more rigid than before. Poe took the girl by her arm and led them a bit further, but not completely out of the way. BB-8 had followed his master and to Y/N he looked, if a droid could even look that way, nervous. His head kept rolling back and forth, turning to look at every corner and crevice, like there were eyes embedded in the ship’s walls. “We have a problem.” “What? What happened?” she felt her gut twist and that tug in her head almost snapped with how hard it was being pulled, but she willed another mental chain around it. “So we did send a message, that Yavin4 could be the next potential target, explaining that the Order must be looking over old outposts.” “I doubt that Mon Mothma didn’t already suspect it. Even without knowing about the traitor she’d definitely be keeping everyone alert and fortifying what she can.” “Yes, well BB had an idea to tinker with the walkies that were rendered useless and after opening it up we basically pulled it apart. Pulled out all of the screws and every piece and…” Poe fished out a small rectangular metal piece. To the untrained eye it would be nothing but that, but to Y/N, Poe, BB-8 and no doubt the rest of the Rogue One, they all knew it was a transmitter. Not for location, but for sound. It was so thin you could put it between two sheets of paper and it would not make an indent. “Shit!” she whisper-exclaimed. From her side, she pulled out her own walkie, that had been hanging while she’d talked and had spilled the truth. Poe slid his finger over the seam where he’d found his own. She crouched down to BB’s level and the droid didn’t even ask what she wanted him to do. He extended a couple of screwdrivers and without a sound opened up the side of the communication device. Giving it back to Poe, he gently peeled back a piece of tape that covered three connected wires and right behind that, something glinted, catching Y/N’s eye. Her heart dropped. The bug had been implanted in hers too. They knew everything, had heard every little bit of information she’d said. They knew about Naili, that she really was Y/N, they knew about her Force-sensitivity, but most importantly they knew every person aboard the ship had figured out about the Order’s mole and their suspicions that the General had known all along. Poe pinched one of the ends of the small rectangle as Y/N whispered, “we’re in deep shit…”

“You have to let me off this ship!” “I am not doing that!” “Bodhi, you do realise that he is after me, personally!” “He’s after the whole Resistance. Just because you pissed off the princess of temper tantrums a little bit more than everyone else, does not mean I will let you flee.” Y/N pulled her hair and groaned. “I’m not fleeing, I’m distracting him!” Cassian’s gaze lifted to her after he had been ignoring the girl for the past fifteen minutes as the rest of the rebels were arguing about Y/N’s idea. She‘d proposed to them that because Kylo Ren has a personal vendetta against the girl, they drop her off on the nearest planet and continue their way to Yavin4. She was confident that he’d go after her and bring the largest fleet he has with because he just likes to show off. And because he knows how powerful she was. Poe had immediately threatened to tie Y/N down and put his sock in her mouth if her mind even had a whisper of a thought about going to Kylo Ren. Alone. “You may be the best commander I know and you may be one of the few friends I’d trust with anything I have, but I am not above gagging and handcuffing you to one of these chairs. What you are proposing is suicidal!” “What I am proposing may be your only chance of survival.” The stare-off the two friends were having was so intense and intimate, that it made even K-2 look away. “I-“ Poe cupped the girls face in his palms. The blisters and rough skin scratched her cheeks, but they had become one of the most comforting things in her life. “I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you to that… monster.” He was crying now. “I don’t fully know what is going on and what happened between all of you, but I will not lose my best friend on a suicide mission, not if I have any say in this.” “Well,” it was hard for Y/N to say the words as she removed his palms, though she didn’t let go, “it isn’t. It’s my decision and I say we go with it. The traitor, traitors, whoever. They already know everything we’ve talked about on this ship, up until right now. It’ll unbalance them, and all their attention will go to Kylo coming after me and I can almost one hundred percent guarantee that the reason we have a spy in the Resistance in the first place is because of me.” “He knew that in the end, I wouldn’t be able to stand back, that I’d continue to fight for our cause. Especially after our last meeting,” her Y/E/C eyes glanced at Jyn for a split second, but it was so fast none noticed. “They needed to flush me out and they’ve gotten to their goal. But now I’m asking you to disrupt their plan and give yourself time to save everyone else. We have,” the girl looked at her holo, that even in a shut-off state showed her the time, “four hours. Four hours to narrow down the possible suspects of who the mole could be and maybe even feed them false info.” Now that the girl was looking at her issued pad some cogs started to turn. “They can’t be that recent, yet they haven’t been in the Resistance that long.” “They have to have access to the technology department, specifically issuing and fixing the communication devices.” This was Baze who talked up. “That is the only way they would’ve been able to implant the bugs in such a specific place of a transmitter device. Back on Yavin, we’re not even allowed to go in the hangar where they do it, in fear of things like these. Maybe a rebel has been compromised, defected to the Order or just simply bugged.” “Right, yeah, that’s right,” Y/N started to go with what Baze was saying. “The bug could catch on to the frequency as the comms are being set up and transmit it to the First Order.” “Okay, so let’s narrow this down,” Jyn looked at Y/N and Poe. “Someone who once worked with the techs, who now has access to main controls back on the base, where there is constant supervision. 24/7 might I add. Someone close enough to the General as to not cause suspicion why they would be overseeing your mission or someone close enough to the both of you. If they’re your friends they’d want to know what is happening with you.” For a second Y/N’s and Poe’s breaths hitched as they both thought of one name- Rose. She was a close friend of theirs, after Crait Leia would have no problem with her being on the command bridge and she knew how to work with tech and she’d be able to implant the trackers, but their mind eased as they remembered that at the time of Poe’s, Y/N’s and BB’s mission, she was on the Millennium Falcon with Rey, Finn, Han and Chewie to go and see Maz Kanata. But as her heart rate started to return to normal, another name popped up in her head and she went completely stiff. “Lexi,” she breathed out. “No,” Poe didn’t want to believe that. “She- she can’t be, she’s your second in command.” “Exactly! She has access to the bridge, because,” Y/N emphasised the word, “she’s my second in command. But before that, before Lexi became a pilot…” it all started to make perfect sense to Y/N. “One night, we uh, we were fixing up our X-Wings and as a joke, she started to talk with me through the walkies, but mine kept jamming. I told her that I’ll go and give it to tech, but she said she knew how to fix those things. That she once worked for tech as well…” Y/N kept looking at the ground, the puzzle pieces finally coming together. “She would know where we were, where our ships would land. She would be able to tell the Order about the Blue Squadron’s rescue mission… It’s her, it has to be her…” Poe was at a loss for words. “I allowed her to lead my squadron. I allowed her to take my spot when I couldn’t… I put the lives of my friends in the hands of an Order sympathiser!” He was veering into hysterics. “Poe, hey look at me,” Y/N grabbed his unshaven cheeks in her palms, “look at me.” His eyes showed panic and anger, remorse and confusion. “You did what a commander would do you. You gave the authority to someone you thought was qualified when you yourself couldn’t do it, okay? You did not know what a snake she is, no one knew…” though even Y/N had a sneaking suspicion that Leia had. Any time the General had wanted to talk to Y/N, before a mission or something, Lexi had been hovering nearby. She’d always had the upper hand, but now, they had the advantage. And Y/N be damned if she didn’t use it.

The next hour was spent trying to figure out a plan to flush both Lexi out and away from the base and to also create a distraction for Kylo, allowing the rest of the Resistance to safely relocate. As many times as Y/N had suggested making them leave her on Crait- the closest system that still housed remnants of a base (ironically enough that it was the planet their last major battle had occurred on and Kylo had not even sensed Y/N’s presence, yet now, it would be where in Y/N’s mind she’d meet her doom)- the same amount of times Poe had rebuffed her. “I will not let you go alone, you’re being unreasonable.” “Poe, we’re running out of time and options. It’s the best plan that we have. We tell Lexi that someone jammed our systems, that they made us drop out of light speed and ask her for help. She should not suspect anything and I’m her commander. Every X-Wing is equipped with another hyperdrive. With what happened with Snap’s ship, I requested Leia to add it to the equipment. Whenever the ship is docked and repaired they get stored in there. And yeah, it would be weird, as the shuttles drive is a different module but we say it doesn’t matter, we can adjust it.” “In the meantime, you park somewhere further away. Away from the eyes of the Order and just let me do the thing, let me make her confess. I’ll have the walkie with me and you’ll hear everything.” Bodhi had found a way to connect the transmitter Poe had had with Y/N’s. Their walkie had stayed in the dismantled positions apart from Poe’s. When Y/N had finally relented that the rest stayed on the planet too, for the girl to have an escape route, he insisted on being able to hear everything. So the ex-Imperial pilot and the commander of the Gold Squadron had rewired their transmitters so that Poe could listen in on what they were saying and also record it. So that they could have proof in case anyone doubted their story. “Okay, fine,” he didn’t sound fine at all, “but at least take BB with you. She’ll get suspicious if there isn’t anyone else around.” Y/N thought over what Poe had said. She loved the little droid and even thinking about having their friend in the vicinity of a traitor made Y/N want to throw up. And with the stunts he’d pulled by saving Rose and Finn, it could turn into BB saving her, if that was needed (which Y/N knew would never happen as with what she'd planned, yet kept quiet there was no going back for the rebel girl). “All right, but only BB. No one else. I’m not about to endanger people if there is any way of steering clear from that.” “With your presence alone you have already increased the risk of certain death by 58%. With this plan, you have made it jump to 89%.” K-2 didn’t even look up as he flipped a switch and dropped them out of hyperspace. She looked over to Cassian who hadn’t even spoken a word while they were trying to decide on a plan, but his brown eyes held a piercing stare. His jawline was set and hatred burned in them making Y/N’s stomach churn. “That was for the best. And so will this be.” Surprisingly enough he hadn’t rebuffed anything they’d offered, just stood there by Jyn’s chair, arms crossed and brows furrowed. “He trusts his team, he trusts his decisions, he trusts them to make good calls, because maybe someday he will have to pass off the mantle to either the spunky girl or the quiet pilot, the mountain of a man or the unwaveringly faithful Force-believer.” But in actuality, the reason Cassian had not spoken a word was because he was forming his own plan to finally face off with Kylo Ren and make him pay for the pain he’d caused the woman he’s madly in love with.

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A/N: a bit of a cliffhanger.... yes... no... maybe.... idk

so I had not expected for this to take this long, but hey, at least it’s up :D not gonna say when part 8 is up, cause frankly, I have no clue. I’m flying back to uni on Sunday, so the schedule is gonna be hectic, but I hope to update things as regularly as possible :)

P.S. I’m finally going somewhere with the Kylo fic, had a bit of a writer's block but should be up soon enough.

P.S.S. if you wanna be tagged or have any requests drop me a message :)

P.S.S.S. any feedback is always appreciated

P.S.S.S.S please don’t repost without the credits, I work really hard on these stories :)))

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