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When you had taken on this mission, you had only half-expected to run into a platoon of stormtroopers, but not any personal guards. The new Admiral and his crew had taken over this old Nubian Royal Base.
Being a former Jedi certainly helped. The new rebellion paid you decently, but hating these guys for what they did to you, what they took away from you. The younglings, the soldiers- some of which were men you were killing now.
The vibroblade was light in your hands as you dodged, the force powering you to wave between shots, soldiers. You seethed and easily cut through another stormtrooper’s weak point, where the joints of their armor met and the black glove underneath was exposed. You grabbed a blaster from the fallen troop, turning and blasting behind you. The force was still strong in you, unfortunately, and you had to use it.
You may not be a jedi any more, but you still had an oath- you had to protect those who could not protect themselves, even if it involved killing these guys. They weren’t droids this time. They were living and breathing creatures.
You had a vow, you remembered, turning and sprinting down the hall, tucking the blaster onto your belt, vibroblade slick with blood, and made your way towards the database room.
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He had never seen anything quite like this, quite like her. He knew how Jedi fought and he knew that Jedi were extremely skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She wasn’t wielding her lightsaber as she sprinted down the hall towards the data room.
Tech cursed softly to himself, lowering his datapad. Hunter and Wrecker had gone off to handle small rebellions off-planet. Tech was here, on Naboo, to inspect and upgrade the former GAR base to the standards to the new Empire. He appreciated the beauty of the planet, the art and culture of it all.
Freedom, he recalled, Freedom was what the Empire gave him. He had a higher rank, an actual wage, and commanded respect. He paced towards his commlink, picking it up, running his thumb over the signal dial.
“Hello, Rebel.” Tech’s voice was calm, flat. She froze momentarily, hand raising to her ear, and she looked around for the invisible eyes on her. “I’m afraid to say it, but what you’re looking for is not here.”
Her eyes raised in defiance to the camera. That fire, that life in her eyes with a vibrancy he could not look away from- he grabbed his Holopad, skimming through it. “Or, if I must say, the person you’re not looking for is here.”
“Impossible,” She rasped, running down the hall. “You can see me.”
Tech shrugged, walking to his chair. “Anyways, I digress. Do you know how odd it is to come to a seemingly abandoned base and find it teeming with soldiers? Yes, a couple here and there- but as many as I have placed?”
“You’re here.” She snarled. The depth, the heat of that hatred sent a shiver in his throat. “I know you are.”
“It’s because I knew you were coming.” He said, calmly, still watching the figure on the screen. It was all bantha fodder- he was still in the facility. His eyes followed her, sprinting through the halls. “We have a spy on the inside.”
“Liar.” She hissed. Shivers raked down his spine.
Tech sighed, happily, watching her. “So, you want to tell me about yourself? No? Or do I want to tell you about you?” There was a space of silence as she moved through the halls. “Hm, fine. I suppose I should.” He picked up the holopad, smiling at the file it pulled up. “The names that the Rebels assign are a little… overboard. But I believe ‘Ghost One’ is a fantastic name for you.”
On screen, she froze. Her fingers tightened around her blade before pressing on.
“Hm, so I got it right, my Ghost?” Tech’s lips twitched, watching her stalk the halls like a cat, ready to pounce. How unfortunate it was that he was not the mouse, but she didn’t seem to understand that. “You certainly aren’t new to the rebellion, you’ve been spotted in several other imperial locations. So young but so skilled.” He mused, aloud, murmuring into the commlink. “What was your life before this… silly insurrection?”
He could practically hear her heartbeat. Watching her sprint, run, dodge, seek him- it was exhilirating. “I’m flattered you’re seeking me this hard, darling, but honestly, I’m not there. I can come find you, instead, alone.” He purred. “Honestly, darling, that doesn’t sound like a bad option.”
“Bite me.”
“Just say where, and I will gladly follow through.”
She snarled something into the comm, shoving her shoulder against a door. “Shut up.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.” Tech pulled his hand off the speaking button, watching her enter the room from the hall camera before quickly reemerging into sight. “Maybe I like the thought of it. Biting you, I mean.”
“Hey, go back to guessing about my life instead. I really hate this conversation.”
“I’m just now getting into it, dear.” Tech purred again. His blood ran hot, watching this warrior move through the hallway, sleek and quick. “I love watching you, you know.” His tongue probed his cheek, and he hummed. “Now, is this your personal comm channel?”
There was silence.
Tech laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, beloved, you have made a grave mistake.” His voice darkened, lowered. “I’ll be watching you with great interest, darling. And the next time we talk, perhaps I’ll have an offer for you that will be too good for you to pass up.”
She swore, hissed, snarled at him in the comm. Her eyes, they burned at the cameras as she passed by them, making a beeline for the exit. Her venom only made his blood boil, heart flutter. “Don’t talk to me again, or I swear I’ll-”
“Oh, you’ll come hunt me down?” Tech rose, pacing his darkened office for a moment. “That sounds absolutely exhilarating. Just let me know ahead of time so I can make proper arrangements.”
“You- you’re getting off on this.” She sounded shocked- a squeak raised in her voice, ebbed with disgust. “You motherfuc-”
Tech tsked, lowering the comm. Yes, she was right, at least a little right. “Run home, my sweet. Expect to hear from me soon.” He turned off his comm, tossing it onto his bed, watching her from the screed that was channeled to the outer-facility camera, her form running into the night.
Oh, the chase! His heart thrummed thinking of it, cornering her, getting close and even hand-to-hand with her. Maybe, even better, he could convince her to join the Empire- her skills would be needed, valuable. Then she could be his. Begging for him, the hatred giving way to lust-
He was pulled from his fantasties by a beeping on his holopad. Tech quickly picked it up, looking over the full file of the woman called Ghost One. A smile pressed to his lips- that determination was still sparking in the still image he had of her, alive and vibrant with a fire that burned in him. He had her- he would have her for himself.