(Be warned…this is really sad. By the way, Prazka is the character of @Firesong and Chex of @Windfeather. I tried to stay true to their characters! Enjoy!)
The bridge shook as another blast ripped through the ship. The young woman sitting in the captain’s seat gritted her teeth and gripped the armrests. Her eyes flashed over the controls, but there was hardly anything she could do. The ship was going to be destroyed, and she knew it. It was only a matter of when.
“I’m only the Comms Officer, I’m not the captain.” She whispered to the bridge. But the captain wasn’t here. Everyone was at the wedding, where they had been caught unaware.
It’s up to me. I can make a difference, I just need to act before it is too late.
About a year earlier…
Kara stood by the small hole she had dug into the ground of _____, looking at the small box in her hand. It wasn’t much, but it would make sure that her legacy lived on.
She knew that the life of a rebel was a dangerous one, and that she was expected to give her life for the cause, which she would do willingly. She didn’t like thinking about death, but she knew it was inevitable. But even if she did, what was in her cache would live on.
“They will tell my story.” Kara whispered, placing the box into the hole. It was an old makeup storage box, but that’s not what it contained now. She had added a lock to the clasp, that only two people in the world could open. Herself and her brother…Chex.
He was who she missed most of all. She regretted having to leave him with Terina, but at the time, it was the only choice she had had. Someday, she would find him and get him out of the Empire’s clutches.
Kara took a deep breath…and buried her cache. And there it would sit until someone came to open it once more.
Kara opened her eyes. She hadn’t realized that she had been daydreaming. But that’s what happens, she supposed, when you were about to die. You thought of who might remember you.
She scanned the computer again, seeing the amount of damage the attack had caused. She looked down. She had caused so much damage just to spite her brother.
Kara glanced down at her comm. There was one message that she had stopped before it even sent. Being the Comms Officer, she could stop any harmful transmissions if they were sent from the rebel base. But this message wasn’t harmful in any way other than to her. She didn’t want to live with that on her conscious. And then there was the private diary entries she had found while snooping.
She sent all of these to one of her friends who wasn’t on the base, with detailed directions on what to do with them and to send them to Chex.
With all of that done, Kara exhaled. Her legacy was secure. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around.
Prazka stumbled into the room, gasping for air. She had clearly ran all the way here, avoiding the danger zones the best she could. But even still, her uniform was blackened with ash and her hair smelled slightly singed.
“How can I…help?” Prazka coughed.
Kara was touched. She didn’t know Prazka that well, but she had read the reports. It was astonishing that she had been able to get here from the wedding. They showed true courage and bravery. To run straight into the fire while everyone ran away…
“There isn’t anything we can do to save this ship.” Kara showed Prazka the computer. “There is too much damage.”
Prazka glanced up at the screen that showed Miranda’s ship, her eyes defiant. “There must be a way to stop her!”
Kara’s fingers flew over the keypad. “We have a few missiles, but no one is down in the weapons bay to trigger them.”
Prazka glanced at the map of the ship, and saw that the weapons bay was a deep maroon red. It was a firestorm there. She swallowed down her fear. “I’ll go.”
Kara’s eyes went wide. “Are you sure? If you go down there…there is no way that you can come back up.”
But Prazka had already made up her mind. “You said it yourself. The ship isn’t going to last much longer. This is the only choice.”
Kara nodded, slipping a special communicator into Prazka’s palm. “I’ll watch your progress and fire the missiles when you have them unlocked.”
Prazka turned to leave, but Kara stopped her. “And one last thing.” Kara gulped. “May the force be with you, always.”
Prazka dodged her flames, on her way towards the weapons bay. While she knew this mission was suicidal, she knew it was the right thing to do. It could have just been her imagination, but she could feel the ghost of her brother beside her.
“No yet, Aymen.” She whispered. “I still have one last thing to do.”
The entrance to the weapons bay was blocked by flames. The only way in was through. She focused on controlling her breathing, trying to avoid breathing in the murky smoke.
Prazka hesitated for a second, then jumped at the doors. She shoved them open and rolled on the ground, smoothing the flames that were creeping up her pant leg.
There! The control pad!
Prazka ignored the heat and began to work.
Kara ignored the rising heat and the cracking of the small electrical fires sprouting up on the bridge. She saw Prazka’s progress through the computer and called her on the comm.
“Have you got it?” Kara cupped her mouth close to the comm.
“Yes.” The comm crackled and the connection wavered. “I’m unlocking it right now.”
Kara glanced at the computer and her eyes widened. “Prazka, forget the missiles! Get out of there now! Miranda’s aiming her ship that way!”
“No I have to…unlock…Kara…” Static.
Tears swarmed Kara’s eyes as the weapons bay flickered to grey. No life. But then a small pulse of green on another pad. The missile was unlocked and ready to be fired.
“Now!” Kara screamed her hand going towards the button.
Miranda shot one final time, and the rebel ship exploded. “How easy.” She smirked. “They sure have faced my wrath…”