Rebel with a Cause √

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"Thank you, but from what I've heard, your an up and coming legend in the Resistance, and even in the First Order." You reply.

"You really think so?" She asks.

"I do."

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The crew is flying low on a small cargo ship. It's raining heavily.

"Okay we'll fly low open the hatch and push you out, simple as that." Poe says nonchalantly.

"D-Did you just say you're going to push me out?" You stutter.

"Yep, may the force be with you!" Poe yells over the engine.

You look down the hatch, close your eyes, and jump.

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Branches smack your face and scrape your body.

You land on your back onto the rough, wet ground. You knew very little about this planet other than it never stopped raining.

"Agh, I'm starting to think the Force hates me." You call out into the darkness.

You push yourself off the ground. Your uniform is covered in mud. You can still see the ship, but it quickly disappears like a shooting star across the sky as your friends enter lightspeed.

You make your way toward the First Order base. It's carved into the side of a mountain and there's large ladder running up to the platform above, there's about four or five stormtroopers guarding it. Luckily you have a uniform, so you won't look too out of place.

You make your way up the ladder. Though it's quite nerve racking, the rain makes the ladder slick and big fat drops hit your face and eyes and soak through your clothes.

As your head pops over the edge of the platform one of the stormtroopers comes over to you.

"You there, explain yourself." He says, pointing the blaster toward you.

"I uh, just slipped, I'm a radar technician, I was fixing a ship, b-by the edge." You lie.

"Make your way then." He ushers you toward the ships.

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You made your way to the ship you were supposed to be working on. After checking the ship a couple times for show, a loud voice on the PA system sounded,

"All training technicians in squadron 7a, 7b, 7c, report to Captain Lionne for debriefing."

Now was you chance, you see a couple of what you presume to be training technicians walk away and disappear around a corner.

You swiftly file into a large office with everyone else.

There stood a woman in a crisp white outfit similar to yours but with a square cape around her shoulders.

"Hello cadets." She says sharply.

"Captain Lionne." the rest of the cadets shout back.

She looks to you.

"And what do I owe a fully trained technician to be in my training program for?" She says slyly, eyeing you up and down.

"I was given this uniform Captain. They, uh, said they had ran out of training uniforms." You lie.

"Hmm, very well. Report to me after debriefing for a proper uniform, and have you obtained your block number yet?"

"No Captain."

"Well why don't we pair you with...ah, Mister Sobusk. I'm sure he'd love your company." She says to him mockingly.

"Yes Captain." Sobusk answers.

"Well now that that's settled. Get in line cadets!"

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Your first day of training was brutal.

You'd been electrocuted, had a storm trooper kick your wrench away from you while you were trying to replace a calcenator. Jammed your fingers, and gotten yelled at more times than there are plants in the galaxy. And now your fingers were all bloody from trying to get the grease out of your nails.

Now it was time for bed. In your room there was one bathroom and one bunk. It was like a prison cell, but the door wasn't locked.

The door slides open, you look up from bed. Your roommate places his keycard in his pocket and turns to you, "Nice to meet you, I'm Duran, Duran Sobusk. If you didn't already know that." He begins rummaging through his duffel bag on the top-bunk.

"I'm _______." you answer.

Duran nods and doesn't say anything more.

You take off your cadet hat, place it under the bed and then shut off the lights. Duran climbs to the top-bunk.

You lay awake for a little while, you can't seem to stop thinking about everyone at home. Only when you reach the memory of flying a ship for the first time can you coax yourself to sleep.