Reina is one of two daughters who happen to be descendants of the galaxy's most successful family of engineers, the Vondars. A bumpy beginning to her life had led her and her sister, Sabel, into a life of slavery upon the planet Geonosis. Upon being...
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Chapter 5: Devotion
Testing my memory from the couple times Sabel and I have had to report to this specific Docking Bay, I reach the lift and await its arrival.
A scream erupts from my lungs the instant a heavy pair of gloved hands crash down onto my shoulders from behind, a yell erupts from the person behind me. Throwing myself forward to spin around and slam my back up against the blast door, I had ended up crouched down against the door, ready to fight for my life. The sight of a specific stormtrooper instantaneously ignited a sense of embarrassment within my very soul, translating into rage as his projected laughter filled my ears from beneath his helmet.
"Sincerely, fuck you, Tarex. That was a shitty move you made there, you dickhead." With the darkest glare I could possibly create, I imagined kicking his legs out from beneath him and sending him to the medbay for the day.
Tarex continued his eruptious laughter, falling forward with his hands on his knees while behind him stood his patrol partner, Samryl.
Samryl exhaled in annoyance at Tarex's behavior, "So childish." Samryl's helmet had already been removed and he held it in his right arm, his tan skin, chocolate brown hair, light amount of facial hair and sharp features absorbing my focus like a moth to a flame. He rolled his eyes at his partner's irritating laughter. Both Samryl and Tarex served as the patrol troops for the morning to evening duration of the days within this sector of the Death Star. At night, they are replaced by a not-so-friendly pair of troopers.
Pushing off the door to the lift, I deliver the gift of my booted foot being sent into Tarex's face. Tarex flew backward and landed on his back, holding onto his helmet as he let out pained moans. Samryl stood staring down at his partner, an impressed expression on his face, "You deserved that, Tarex."
Tarex slowly removed his helmet, pulling it off his head while letting out a pained groan before dropping the helmet and holding onto his sore neck, "...I knew the risk, and I was stupid enough to take it anyway..." His shaved head nearly reflected the artificial lighting around us, he continued to groan.
My focus remained fixated onto Samryl, his handsome face and deep voice captivating me almost as if I were in a trance. The lift behind me arrived as the door hissed open, prompting my breakaway before he could notice me staring at him. Entering the lift, I couldn't help but laugh at the stormtrooper incapacitated on the floor. Samryl, on the other hand, rushed toward me before the door had a chance to hiss closed, joining me within the lift, "Get well, Tarex." He sent him a careless wave.
Tarex looked down at us in the lift, sitting up as his words got cut off by the door hissing shut, "Hey, wait a minute-"
Laughing at the abrupt cut-off, the lift could be felt rising. Samryl let out a brief, deep chuckle in response to the rare sound of my laughter. My eyes were once again locked onto him, his small smile lighting up everything around us. His brown eyes met mine, and he too began to stare, "what. Is there something on my face?" He flirted, causing a series of giggles to fill the sounds around us.
