forcevisions: (and then the world moves on)
actual shounen hero ([personal profile] forcevisions) wrote in [personal profile] sololoquy 2018-01-14 09:54 pm (UTC)

i'm here for some kind of jedi/smuggler/resistance ben + canto bight

[ it is always hard to come home. that's what it feels like, setting foot in this open sore of a port. canto bight has always been the shining star of cantonica, but not to kira. as the supreme leader had been all too eager to remind her, the last time she had set foot here, she was still rey, a child lost in the wilds of jakku. a scavenger. nothing.

the supreme leader was wrong about one thing: she was not afraid to confront the place her parents had sold her. that day, those people, that girl she had been held no sway over her anymore.

and even if they did … there were matters of greater import here than her own fears.
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Cover every port and hangar in this city. I want to know about every ship that enters the atmosphere.

[ she says it as soon as her black boots click on the marble floors of the casino, turning to address the masked troopers to her side. one of them — he must be new to command — turns towards her to ask, What will you do? the others flinch. they can feel the anger thrumming under her skin, the tension that winds into her just being here. they know better.

there is no emotion in her face as she lifts her hand. he sinks to his knees, his choked gasps amplified by the speaker in his helmet. the others do not flinch. only when he crumples does she release her phantom grip. the others salute and go about their business, one of them taking the risk to carry his fallen comrade.

he might live, this stormtrooper. if they bother to bring him back to the command shuttle. if he does, he'll have learned his lesson. she pulls back the hood on her thick, black woollen cape and lets it hang around her shoulders as she gets a good look now at the casino floor.

someone in this bauble of a town is arming the resistance. kira strides like a wraith across the casino floor, the loose skirts of her tunic a whip of black fabric in her wake. her shadow is barely noticed by the elites who gamble away their pocket change. and she does not think about how many of those bets are more than the supreme leader had paid to get his hands on her all those years ago.

it's stifling.

but somewhere in this blasted, beautiful city there is a seed of hope and she is going to snuff it out.
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