"It takes strength to resist The Dark Side, only the weak embrace it."

Rey

Only
an hour ago the blackness was absolute, but now the mist was visible, silvery. Against the backdrop of the trees were silhouettes, still as a piece of ancient artwork but darker than tar.

As soon as the amber rays touch my skin, the bumps on my arms from the dampness in the chilled air softened from the warmth. I sit, on a crate that I dragged out of the falcon earlier to enjoy the sunrise. Sleep was unreachable in my state of mind, nightmares beckoned like the eternal darkness that pursued me.

I look down to the small biscuit between my nimble fingers and ran my thumb over the rough surface, stroking it for a moment, testing its sturdiness. After the third stroke, that seemingly rough exterior crumbled and caved into it's soft and mushy insides of the dough. A frown still evident on my lips I take chunks of the dough and place its warm gooey substance onto my tongue and savor them for a moment, letting them sink into my taste buds before swallowing slowly.

Setting my gaze back up to the still rising sun, I numbly disperse the dough, rubbing it between my fingers until I create gritty crumbles that have now accumulated a mess in my lap. I internally groan and dust of the crumbles and watch them flutter to the grass assuming some field creature would appreciate them later.

I turn at the sudden sound of thunderous stomps on the Falcons creaking, metal deck coming towards me. Chewbacca stands there tall and proud, reaches over placing a surprisingly gentle hand on my shoulder, gurgling soft affectionate whimpers.

"Good morning," I say, replacing my frown with a small smile as I return the warm gesture of the hand rub to one of his broad, furry arms.

He growls a louder primal call and trudges back into the Falcons belly.

"Is The Falcon still leaking coolant?" I yell the muffled question with my mouth half full with biscuit, crumbs tumbling down my lips.

"Aghr ahhhrrrrgh!"

"Alright," I swallow, "alright. I'm going to check on more data with R2."

I step half step and half kick my way up the ramp with the crate as I attempt to wipe off bits of food from my hands. Interrupting my train of thoughts, a random voice bellows from behind me.

'Flee from Devaron!'

I quickly whip my head around, hair flying into my face. But no one was behind me. My hand itches to grab my blaster that's hooked to my leather belt, hanging loosely from my waste.

Who...was that.

'Leave Devaron, your life is in danger.'

I flick my gaze all around the area without moving an inch. I'm frozen with fear and I hate every second of it.

'Do not be afraid.'

It was a dark voice, but somehow welcoming in a way. It seemed to have faded away, like, it was all in my own head. But how?

"Beep bwoooo?"

"Ah!" I jump at the sudden alertness of R2 positioned next to me, I don't even remember hearing him roll up.

"I- um, I'm fine. Did you manage to dig anything up on Devaron's contents?"

R2 hesitated at my sudden urgency, but then simply drove over to the port by the main database computer and plugged himself into the drive.

Images began to flood my eyes. Images of people with heavy loaded armor and ammunition, oddly helmeted of some sorts. Some holograms even had banners of renegade groups and petitions against a government that used to rule over this system.

"They look fun." Said I, nonchalantly as I let out a sigh of air through my teeth. Leaning against the back of the pilot's seat with my elbows propped up and my head resting on top of my curled fists.

My thoughts rip me away from my surroundings once again,

What was that voice?

Before I could gather my senses, a world-shattering, pain filled roar rips through the air from outside of The Falcon.

Along with the sound of a blaster shot that riddles through my bones.

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