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Scintilla
Chapter 4: Attack on the Finalizer
I don’t sleep on our way back to the Finalizer. I sit against the cold metal wall of Commander Ren’s ship, my body throbbing from where I was slammed against it. I haven’t moved from that position; all I did was straighten up. I’m not sure how long it’s been.
The Commander had immediately stormed out of the lobby to the pilot’s cabin, and I haven’t seen him since. I haven’t seen anyone. Neither Captain GD-294 or any of the stormtroopers have emerged. The anger that was spurring within me has quelled to an almost melancholy feeling. I pick at my nail.
Suddenly, the door to the pilot’s cabin opens, and Captain GD-294 walks quickly towards me. “Get up, Nurse,” he says gruffly, and he grabs my backpack and slides it towards me. He turns on his heel and enters the dormitory, and I can hear him shouting commands to the troopers.
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I hear the voice of rage and ruin
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“Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That’s me and my memories.”
- Douglas Coupland, The Gum Thief
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Chapter 3: Zslonoth
I can’t help but to feel a bit out of place as I follow the stormtroopers onto the Commander’s ship. I finger one of my backpack’s straps, hurrying my steps as the ramp hisses to a close behind me. Some of the troopers sit at a table in the main lobby, others retreat to a room on the left. As the door slides open, I am able to make out several bunk beds stacked on top of each other.
We were late to take off. Just before I was about to head down to the hangar, I received another memo from General Hux stating that the Commander would not be ready to depart until 21:00. This gave us only eight hours to get to Zslonoth at the time requested by the General.
The Commander is in the hallway, speaking to the captain that was in the briefing with us. I stand awkwardly for a moment, still clutching the strap of my backpack. I decide to have a seat at the table where three other troopers sit, unclipping my bag and setting it on the floor next to me.
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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it
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Chapter 2: The First Briefing
“You have such a steady hand,” Syla remarks, standing over me as I sew closed a gash on a stormtrooper’s arm. The wound was too far apart to cauterize; the laser’s beam was not wide enough. I was forced to return to needle and thread. I smile, but don’t stop what I’m doing or lift my eyes from the man’s arm.
Every other nurse is busy as well. Instead of the six examination tables I was used to, this medical bay has triple that, and only ten nurses to tend to the patients. After this, I need to make my way down to table 11, where I have a possible amputation waiting for me. “Where did you get your medical schooling?” Syla asks as I pull the thread through flesh for the last time, tying a knot and grabbing a pair of scissors to snip off the tail.
“I didn’t,” I say sheepishly, pulling off my gloves and tossing them into the trash bin. I glance over at another nurse, who is finishing up at the table next to me. “Will you check this patient out? I’m going to head over to 11.” She nods, and I stand, making my way to the sanitation station to scrub down my hands and arms. Syla follows, and I continue, “I was brought here when I was very young. I was pretty much put directly on the floor and had to learn quickly. I think that’s helped me to be as seasoned as I am, though.”
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r2d2 has seen some shit man
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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.
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