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Wannabe Chapter 9: Star Wars x Reader

pt 1 pt 8

'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ? ꜱᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍꜱ...' -ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ, ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx

(Y/n) stared dumbly at Han. He had already dug his grave by answering a call from a few levels down below, and with each word he sprouted, it got deeper.

"Uh, uh," he stammered, "there was a...weapon's malfunction." Sweat trailed down his forehead. "But, uh, everything's perfectly fine now. We're fine. We're all fine here. Thank you." If Fives were here, (Y/n) would have laughed at Han with him, but he wasn't. And he wouldn't ever because he was dead. The thought kept tugging in her mind like a bird that refused to stop chewing at seeds in a garden.

It was like he was there yet not at the same time. The empty space at her side said to forget him, but she couldn't. Not after all she and him had been through. Not after the way he died. It wasn't with honour on a battlefield--it was plain murder.

Han sucked his teeth in annoyance. "Uh, how are you?" (Y/n) returned her attention onto the man as he sheepishly smiled. She had never face-palmed so hard in her life.

"We're sending a squad up right now."

Han went rigid as a board. "Negative! Uh, negative. We...have a reactor leak here, uh, now. I uh, I mean...uh, give us a few minutes to lock it down." He paused. "Large leak. Very dangerous."

"Who is this? What's your operating number?"

Han grabbed his blaster and (Y/n) almost lost her cool. He gritted his teeth and shot at the panel like there was no tomorrow. Sparks flew from the mangled scrapes of wires and plastoid as smoke bellowed from the burnt material.

"That was a boring conversation anyway." Han threw the blaster on the ground with a tired sigh. (Y/n) shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the ground. She had to remind herself not to think about her men either, who were probably waiting for her back on Kamink with the younger cadets.

They were probably sent to another wasteland to rid the planet of Seperatist forces while the cadets trained away in the facilities. Without (Y/n) around, they probably got little breaks. (Y/n) wondered if her Master went out looking for her in the dark streets, or if Anakin had already summoned his men for a searchparty. Maybe word hadn't gotten around that she had been kidnapped, and everyone just thought she was a criminal instead.

"Luke, hurry up!" cried Han. "We're about to have company!" The numbers above the lifts quickly rose, increasing so fast that (Y/n) could barely up with it. She frowned. Since when did the lifts go so fast? And since when did the control panels look so...advanced?

"Get behind me!" shouted Han. With a quick swoop of his arm, he shoved (Y/n) behind him and snatched his blaster off the ground.

The doors on the lifts swished open. There was no warning from either side, only blaster fire. Some lasers bounced off the walls, into control panels, or onto the camera overlooking above.

(Y/n) never fully realised how lucky she was to be incredibly gifted in the Force until now. If it weren't for her sensitivity, then she swould have long been subject to all the smoke and blaster fire erupting from both sides. Han was a surprisingly good shot and kept her safe from harm, but he had to practically tango and shimmy to avoid getting hit. Chewie, on the other hand, was a wonderful fighter tackled quite a few troopers into the lifts.

(Y/n) wanted to help, but she suddenly couldn't move. She wasn't sure why, but being here, in the middle of a battle between two sides she knew nothing about just felt...

...surreal.

It was like she were in a dream, or nightmare for that matter. Nothing made sense here. It was all so random with the futuristic blasters and technology she hadn't seen before. There were many things that continued to strike her as off, but she just didn't know what.

Something was wrong here. Very, very wrong.

(Y/n) shook herself out of her stupor. What was she doing just standing there? Han probably needed her help along with Chewie, yet she wasn't moving. This wasn't her. She was (Y/n) Kryze, member of the clan Kryze and house. She was sister to Korkie, and niece to the late Duchess Satine and Bo-Katan. Where was her honour? Her will to stand up for peace?

Instead of cowering behind Han, she should be fighting, so why couldn't she move?

"You know what would be great?" shouted Han. "If you could pick up that blaster instead of standin' there like a scared loth cat!"

(Y/n)'s survival instincts kicked in. This wasn't a walk through the temple, this was a battlefield. If she didn't chose the right move, then the opposing side would.

"Right." she mumbled, digging a hand in her boot. Last time she checked, she stuffed her lightsaber parts in her boots (Fives's idea to keep it concealed). If the troopers were as bad at their job as she assumed, then they wouldn't have done a thorough search. She wrapped her hands around a warm piece of metal and pulled out the screws and other parts she needed. Just where I left them, she thought. The soft hues of the kyber crystal shone brightly through the smoke and (Y/n) almost smiled to herself.

It was like a beacon in this chaos, a hope that she'd be alright in day's time.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and focused on the parts. From the screws, to the metal rounds that held the thing together, she focused, ignoring the blasts and shouts ringing in her ears.

They weren't important.

The pieces hovered over her hands, twisting and twirling into their respective spots and encasing the kyber crystal in all sorts of shiny metals from across the galaxy. There was a satisfying 'click', signifying that everything had fallen into its correct place. (Y/n) opened her eyes.

The galaxy tied itself into one again, reeling her into the cold face of reality. The blasts. The troops. The death. The shouts. It was real, all of it. None of it was a dream and none of it was going to just disappear--unless she had something to say about it.

(Y/n) jumped to her feet. She found her center and was sure it would be enough to win. The grip on her lightsaber felt so right, and as she pressed the button, a soft hiss resounded in the detention block. The troops suddenly paused, not out of fear from the glowing green saber in the smoke, but from awe.

That changed as soon as (Y/n) lunged out of the haze. They feared the glowing blade in her hands as she sliced their blasters in half. They feared the girl in robes as she Force-pushed them away like fumes of smoke with a single wave of her hand. (Y/n) knocked the last trooper out with a quick Force-push.

Maybe she had a bit too much Mandalorian in her because never had she ever felt so alive.

(Y/n) turned towards Han and Chewie with a nod. "More troops will arrive shortly. We must depart while we can." Han opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. "You--old man--laser sword--Kid...? Why didn't you--why didn't you just do that before?!" Chewie howled in agreement, but (Y/n) waved them off and motioned for them to follow her down the hall. "I hope you understand the position you put yourself in. Do you have a back-up plan to get us out of here?"

Chewie growled in reply.

"No? Alright then. I suppose the vents are a choice, but then Chewie would have trouble fitting in..." (Y/n) stopped in front of the only open cell. "Luke, did you find--?"

"Woah! You're a...?"

"Jedi, yes. Why is that such a surprise? Besides that, do you have a backup plan?" He walked out of the cell and sheepishly pointed his blaster at an incoming group of troopers. Han and Chewie shot at them as Luke fiddled with the trigger. "Uh..." His eyes lit up. "Actually." He pulled out a little stick-commlink-thing. "3-PO! Can you find us a way out of the detention block?" (Y/n) knitted her brows together. 3-PO? As in C-3PO? Padme's droid? Stars, this day just continued to confuse her.

"What? I can't hear you!" cried Luke. "It--It's too loud in here!"

As if to prove his point, Han fired his blaster a good five times in a row. (Y/n) blocked a few blasts, only pausing when a girl in white made her way out of the cell. "Looks like you managed to cut off our only escape route." she grumbled. There was something that struck (Y/n) as off about the girl, besides her snippy attitude.

She resembled Padme so strongly that (Y/n) would have thought it to be her if it weren't for the more laid-back fashion of her dress. It was a fact that Padme hadn't any siblings, so perhaps the princess was a relative of hers? It wouldn't be off the mark considering the girl was a princess. Her stern eye snapped over to (Y/n)'s. She nodded to herself as if she were impressed with (Y/n)'s skill.

"I see the Empire hasn't given up Jedi hunting yet."

(Y/n) blocked a few blasts and almost tripped over her robed. Empire? Jedi hunting?

"3-P0! We're gonna be toast if you can't find an escape route!" shouted Luke. (Y/n) blinked herself back into focus. She had to keep her mind on the task at hand, not a detail that could wait until later. "All of you!" she exclaimed. "Look for a vent or passage! Anything will do as long as we get out of here!"

The princess snatched Luke's blaster out of his hands. He gave an odd look of frustration. "What are you doing?" She shot at a few troops so accurately that they literally dropped dead on the spot. "Someone has to save our skins!"

She made her way over to (Y/n)'s side and shot at a large vent behind her. (Y/n) fanned a bit of smoke out of her face and glared at the vent with a frown. "Garbage chute?" The gaping hole was barely large enough for a single person to wiggle through, but the princess didn't seem to care. She shot another trooper before climbing through the hole and sliding down the pipes. Chewie made his way over to the vent with a low growl.

"Get in there," Han kicked him, "I don't care what ya smell!" Chewie growled a little at Han. He was about to shake his head, but tripped down the chute with a screech. (Y/n) Force-pushed a group of troops into a wall. "Luke, go!" He sent (Y/n) a quick glance of doubt, but she gently prodded him along. "Hurry!" When he disappeared, she turned to Han. He nodded at her. "You first, darling." (Y/n) deactivated her lightsaber with a curious look in her eyes.

"Darling?"

"Yeah, it's a--doesn't matter, get in there you space wizard!"

(Y/n) wanted to be offended but didn't have the time. She slipped down the chute with a slight yelp. Boy, Chewie was right--it smelled terrible in there. It was like a mix of rotten fruit and milk rolled into one, but ten times worse and covered in old cheese.

(Y/n) landed feet-first into a pile of old scraps and packaging. She squinted as her eyes took their time adjusting to the lighting. She coukd have sworn something brushed her leg, but that could have been her imagination. (Y/n) jumped over to the doorsteps, where Chewie frantically scratched and banged on the door. "Chewie, I can do it." (Y/n) reassured.

There was a loud yell from the chute and Han collapsed into a pile of old fruit peels and paperwork. He didn't even take a good look around him before sarcastically shouting, "The garbage chute was a wonderful idea!"

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