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"Far, Far Away..." - Part Six (Conclusion)

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Part Six The air inside the lab shifted s ubtly …d angerously. Skeeta could feel it. “They know,” he muttered. Tabitha didn’t look away from the engineers. “Of course , they do. We’ve been wingin’ this for, what—five minutes?” “Long enough.” A technician glanced at a console. Frowned. “…Sir,” he called out, “we’re detecting an energy spike from the object—” Too late. The TARDIS pulsed. Soft at first. Then brighter. Alive. Skeeta stepped forward with n o hesitation. “Everyone step back,” he said. The authority in his voice cut through the room like a blade. The engineers froze. Tabitha blinked behind her helmet. “…Okay,” she whispered, “…that was kinda impressive.” Skeeta reached his TARDIS and p laced his hand against its surface. The reaction was immediate. A low hum. Then— Light. Golden-blue energy rippled outward, washing across the room like a wave. The cables snapped loose. The scanners flickered violently. One by one , t he Empire’s machines failed. The engineers stum...
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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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