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(Welcome back. I hope Christmas and winter are treating you anons well! Let's continue.)
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You take your rifle again. Your feet move by instinct, prepared to carry out your commander’s orders. The soldierly part of you is poised to obey, to shoot the falling Jedis at once, but there’s a part of you that was sceptical. It was a subservient part far dominated by the pragmatic martial portion of your mind but it was alarmingly persistent. It’s enough to make you hesitate, and Sith Bocchi notices you dithering. She was watching. That was enough to make you move.
You plant your boots firmly on the edge of the carrier and peer down from the sky. Surely enough you see two human figures fluttering as they fell, kite-like. Their brown capes were rapidly disappearing as they descended. There’s no time to waste.
You lift the sights to your right eye, aim, then fire.
A red bolt of plasma zipped eagerly down to earth.
You don’t know if it has hit its mark, as a gust of icy wind obscured your sight, and you felt light-headed afterwards. Your mouth felt dry and an intense thirst overcame you.
You feel a strong hand on your shoulder.
“Your head is cold, Sergeant. Let’s go.”
Sith Bocchi leads you away from the edge. You and the Sith make your way across the Servitude’s hull until you reach a hatch. Lady Bocchi unlocks it then climbs down after you.
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