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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Five

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Part Five The Death Star never truly slept. Even in the quieter sectors, there was always a hum—machines breathing, systems thinking, the Empire watching. And now— It was hunting. Tabitha moved fast. Not running , n ot panicking. She was f ocused and p urposeful. Skeeta followed just behind her, watching—not leading this time. That alone said everything. “…You got somethin’ yet?” he asked. “Oh, I got somethin’,” she said, not breaking stride. “That usually worries me.” “It should.” They rounded a corner—Tabitha immediately duck ed back, pressing against the wall. Skeeta followed, silent. A patrol. Two Stormtroopers w alking past , b lasters ready , u naware. Tabitha leaned closer to Skeeta, whispering. “Okay. Step one.” “I’m listenin’.” “We need uniforms.” Skeeta blinked once. “… That’s your plan? Do the same thing they did in the movie?! ” “ Hey, if it worked for those two guys and the big dog-thing, it’ll work for us,” she argued. “Besides, that’s just step one of my plan.”...
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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Four

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Part Four The alarms faded. Not completely—but enough. Far enough away that the blaster fire no longer echoed through every corridor. Far enough that, for the first time since running… t hey could stop. Skeeta slowed first. Then Tabitha. Both of them were breathing hard as they ducked into a dimly lit maintenance corridor—narrow, quiet, lined with exposed piping and flickering panels. The hum of the station was lower here. Distant. Hidden… f or now. Tabitha leaned against the wall, clutching her chest. “Okay…okay…I am officially too old for this , dude .” Skeeta didn’t respond right away. He stood at the entrance, listening. Always listening. After a moment— “…We’re clear,” he said. Tabitha slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor. “Well, that’s comforting…in a ‘we’re probably gonna die later’ kind of way.” Skeeta glanced back at her. Then, slowly… h e sat down , too. Not close. But not far, either. A quiet settled between them. Not awkward. Just…unfamiliar. Tabitha looked...
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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Three

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  Part Three The breathing filled the room. Slow. Mechanical. Unnatural. Skeeta didn’t move. Tabitha didn’t breathe. The shadow stretched across the wall—long, distorted… inhuman. It swallowed the light, swallowing the room, swallowing them . Each step forward made the floor feel smaller beneath their feet. “Y’all…” Tabitha whispered, her voice barely holding together, “…that is not normal.” “No,” Skeeta murmured, eyes fixed ahead, body tense like a coiled spring. “…it isn’t.” The towering figure stopped just outside the cell. Silence. Then— a voice. Deep. Resonant. Cold enough to freeze bone. “You are…not from this place.” Tabitha blinked rapidly. “Oh! Well—uh—we’re actually just visiting—” “SILENCE.” The word didn’t echo. It pressed . Tabitha’s voice died instantly in her throat as if something had physically reached in and shut it off. Her eyes widened. Skeeta’s jaw tightened. “…Telekinetic authority,” he muttered under his breath. “…Lovely. Somewhere, Paul Atreides i...
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