The fury in her eyes was unmistakable – a hate and rage that boiled up from deep within her breast. How dare he compare her to those Imperial scum? Murderers, tyrants, and genocidal bastards all of them. She made to advance on him, to put an end to his imperious accusations, when alarm klaxons blared through the ship. Hostile craft.
“The Empire is back,” she hissed as she turned her attention immediately away from the wannabe-hero on the bridge of her craft. Another alarm wailed as the ship rocked. They’d already begun opening fire on the Black Zero.
Running her hands across the cockpit’s controls, she hurried to key in coordinates – any coordinates – that could get her ship to safety. Another blast rocked the craft, sending sparks and electricity arcing across the console. A fire broke out above Obi-Wan. “Damn it!”
She slammed a lever forward as the console screamed warnings. Distant stars stretched out before them and they disappeared into hyperspace. When she turned back, her steely eyes settled on Obi-Wan with her mouth set into a hard, angry line. “It seems we are stuck together for now.”
The woman’s hostility had become PALPABLE, and not a moment after she moved to advance did obi-wan’s hand grasp the hilt of his saber. Only the sudden quaking of the ship stopped him from activating his weapon, a NEW danger now on the horizon.
❝ They’ll try to board, ❞ he warned, his attention diverted to the assaulting imperial craft, but the woman had already reached her navigation console. Before he could object, she’d warped them into hyperspace, far away from the empire’s vessel, and from his own.
❝ Are you mad?! ❞ The calm determination of only moments ago had become an unrestrained anger, and he closed the distance between them, their prior quarrel nearly forgotten.
❝ My ship is still back there———– they’ll CONFISCATE it! ❞
