infinitedc

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.”...