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“YOU GOT SOME BALLS SHOWING UP HERE LIKE THIS!”
Standing on crates, hanging from the side of their docked ships, everyone was trying to see commotion. A crowd gathered and encircled the group of rebels inside the hanger like children in a schoolyard. Standing at center, the Japanese American girl Nico Minoru stands center in the crowd made circle with a stained linen bag slumped at her feet.
“Get out my way Julia! I don’t have the energy to ‘pretend’ to like you today.”
Her arms crossed, her face drenched in annoyance at Julia Carpenter stands directly in her path.
“You don’t have clearance to be here today!” barks Julia, “And I’ll be dead and gone before I let you on the Ghost!”
“Great you’re dead, now go get yourself buried!” scoffs Nico, “Cuz I’m getting on that ship!”
Leía’s lips purse at her insistence, “Nico Minoru is it? I don’t like hot heads in my base.”
“An I don’t like my friends getting lost on missions YOU sanctioned!” Nico quickly replies, sensing Leia struggling to quell the heat rising in her chest, “But here I am, and here you are.”
"Which for you is an increasing danger if you keep talking the way you are!” Leia exclaims.
“So let’s stop talking…”Nico states, “...and get to finding Molly and Ahsoka, with me, onboard!”
Julia turns around, arching her eyebrow at Miles Morales. Immediately he gulps, grinning an awkwardly at Julia death stare. Taking in audible exasperated breath between her teeth, Julia closes her eyes turns her attention back to Nico.
“So Miles opened his big fat mouth…” Julia exclaims.
“Hey!” Miles objects
“Oh shove it Miles.” Julia barks before turning to Nico full of bent up anger. “Nico, remember when we needed you? HOW MUCH we begged, I begged, but you walked away from us! You can’t just...”
“I understand how you feel Nico…” interjects Sabine Wren, hoping to deescalate all of this.
Nico arches her eyebrow at Sabine’s emphasis on the word ‘understand’.
Before she can finish, Nico thrusts her arm to her left. Instantly a gold light flashes. Immediately a long golden staff extends out from the center of her palm. Grasping the rod, everyone backs away as she sets the rod onto the concrete. Instantly the ground trembles. Nico looks at Leia’s stoic demeanor as gold light flashes around her. Letting the Staff go, it floats in front of Nico, the empty circle at the top of the staff shining with power. Nico’s tilts her face at a startled Sabine as the light contains itself to the Staff that shimmers.
“If you understood half of what I feel your fuzzy lil head would explode.” Nico says to Sabine.
Star Wars The Campaign: A War of Empires
Chapter 1 - The Mission
PART 2 - Rebel Rouser
“WITCH!” shouts someone from the crowd. Startled and confused, Nico scans the crowd, trying to pinpoint her accuser.
Nico’s attention then zeroes to a petrified Rebel Pilot standing behind a tall droid, “SHE'S A DATHOMIR WITCH!”
“I’m no a witch you ankle high hobbit!” retorts Nico, scoffing at his short stature. “A witch is someone has abilities based on the supernatural and unexplainable. Mine are quite explainable, so I’m sorry, no spells to make you Taller stubby.”
“Then what ARE you? A Jedi?” Shouts another
“The daughter of a killer mother...” Nico cuts back, “...and career run-away from anything important.”
“Nico!” Julia shouts, pulling out her blaster, “I’m getting tired of repeating myself...”
“Is it as tired as that uniform you’re wearing or are you still trying to prove yourself to dead heroes!” spits Nico.
Fed up, Julia angrily points her blaster at Nico face, “Get your crap and your frickin glow rod outta here before I drag out a corpse!” she threatens, cocking the blaster.
Concerned this is going bad quick, Sabine grabs the nozze of Julia’s blaster. “Jules hold on…”
“SHOOT ME…” Nico goads, “...GO ON!” she shouts, “I have the staff!” she exclaims, “Shoot me gone on. I’ll get up, walk outside, and shoot down EVERY SHIP that flies outta this hanger til you put me on one.” she threatens, looking over at Leia, “And i’m not joking.”
Hera jumps down from the ramp, “No you’re threatening us!”
“I’m being honest!!” Nico counters, “Its in your best interest to use me, not leave me.”
“And so you threaten us!” Julia scoffs, “Let me help you or i’ll hurt you!? You’re laughable!”
“What’s laughable is that your so called spidey sense can’t alert you to the stupidity of going after a mystery killer who supposedly killed Molly Hayes who has first class invulnerability, and Ahsoka Tano…” she states, “...a trained Jedi…” she emphasizes, “...with an Extraction Team?!!” she reasons, holding up her staff, “But me, you won’t take, who took out two inquisitors on Earth, by herself!”
Leia glances at Sabine, noting the validity of that point.
“One of these days Nico Minoru...” Julia exclaims, “...someone is gonna punch that smug mouth right off your face!”
Nico tosses aside her staff, “Well if ‘Spider-Man can do whatever a spider can’ I’d love to see what second-rate-spider-girl-lite-reject-from-Orange-County can do aside from liquored up frat boys!”
Fed up, Julia rips off her jacket, “I gonna drop you like dirt!”. Julia frosts webbing over her fists.
“Still won’t be faster than you’ve dropped your panties for Poe!” Nico goads, kicking aside her bag.
“ENOUGH YOU TWO!” Leia shouts, startling the two teens. Leia looks at them both. Nico was calm, resolute and focused. She wasn’t giving up anytime soon. Julia, the spunky one, seemed ready to beat her into the concrete floor.
“Quite frankly I don’t like your attitude, Nico.” Leia says, “But when we have a group of Rebel Rousers like this, the decision is simple for me…”
Everyone was quiet on board. The hum of the turbines powering the ship through hyperspace seemed to fill every crevice of the hull. The tenseness was as thick as a decadent custard dessert on Coruscant. Hoping to bring some sort of comradery amongst the group, pilot Hera Syndulla looks over to Sabine, giving her a gentle nod.
Sabine, discreetly glances over, slightly shaking her head no.
Opening her eyes wide with insistence written on her face, Hera nods backwards to the rear seats, quietly mouthing something inaudible.
Sabine rolls her blue eyes and folds her arms, sitting back in her seat in protest.
Sat behind Hera and Sabine, Nico sits across from Julia - both of whom remain absolutely quiet with Miles Morales standing between them.
Hera lets out a low groan, dreading the attempt at breaking the silence, “So uh...Nico. How are you?”
Nico arches her eyebrow at Hera, “No different than I was ten minutes ago.” she replies.
“Good.” Hera sighs, cringing at the conversation, “I’m Hera Syndulla and I take it you know Sabine?”
Nico rolls her eyes, “Look you don’t need…”
“Nico…” Hera interrupts, giving up at diplomacy, “... for Molly’s sake, cut the attitude. If we cannot rely on each other as a team, this mission is already a bust.”
Hera was right. She hated it, but she was right. In the end, this was all for Molly; and Molly would want better. Folding her arms, Nico relents.
“Fine.” Nico mumbles, “Thank you for letting me on your ship, sorry for the attitude, Hera.”
Hera smirks at her sarcastic tone, “Okay that’s a start. What about you Julia?”
Julia remains quiet, simply staring at Nico who stares back, both of them silent.
“For the sake of clarity please.” Miles interrupts, “Why do you two hate each other so much?”
“Its complicated.” Julia and Nico harmoniously answer.
Nico folds her arms as Julia flatly points at her, “Fine. I’ll be a good soldier if you don’t get in our way.” she declares, “But make no mistake Nico Minoru…” she snarls, “...they may not know the real you, but I do. Even if Molly doesn’t, you’re a Destroyer.”
Nico springs onto her feet, her heartbeat throbbing in her ears “Don’t ever call me that again.”
Sabine fidgets in her seat, her hand on her gun handle, “Seriously you two…”
“Then accept what you are.” Julia demands, pointing at Nico, “You know me and I know you. No fakeness.”
“I deal in absolutes.” Nico states, “Molly’s the absolute priority. Don’t screw with our objective here and we’ll be fine. How’s that for ‘no fakeness?”
“I hate to break it to you.” Miles interrupts, “But our objective isn’t Molly - that’s yours.”
Nico neck snaps right to Miles, “Say what now? So what the heck are we doing out here.”
“We’re completing Ashoka and Molly’s mission.” Hera answers. “Track and retrieve the data that was sliced from us.”
“Sliced? Like a pizza?” Nico asks.
Sabine arches her purple eyebrow, “Who’s pizza?”
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Nico grumbles, “What’d I get myself into?”
“Slice as in hacked.”explains Miles, “And rumor has it that the Empire got sliced too. Which means maybe the Empire isn’t the enemy this time, which gives us an opportunity to get their data too.”
“Okay great.” Nico huffs, “What does this have to do with Molly?”
“And you called me Stupid!” exclaims Julia, “It means there’s a third party out there who has a list of all our undercover spies, all our sympathizers and intel on the Empire. In the wrong hands it could throw everyone in a galactic war, using our collective data as a catalyst.”
“That’s why Ahsoka and Molly went out on this Mission.” Hera explains, “They got a lead that someone knew who ‘sliced’ us and perhaps the Empire too. We’re headed for their last location.”
“When they got close to their source, they were killed.” Sabine exclaims.
“Stop saying their dead, i’ll believe it when I see it.” Nico says..
“Fine.” Hera sighs, “Regardless, we’re heading to a known ‘dirt bag’ watering hole. A guy set himself up as a ‘Concierge of Crime’ either way, he’ll give us a lead on the data and verify any rumors about Ahsoka and Molly’s.” she says,
“Whatever.” Nico replies, “So as long as Molly is found.”
“Nico, you need to understand something.” Sabine exclaims, “Ahsoka, she’s a survivor and i’m sure she trained Molly the same, but we are a ‘Rebellion’ first, the mission is the bigger picture.”
“Yeah well…” Nico huff, plopping into seat, “...sometimes the bigger picture just cost too much.”
“Not when its the entire universe.” Hera chimes in, “One half of the galaxy needs liberation from the Empire. The other half is about to go to war BECAUSE of the Empire.”
“At that…” Sabine adds, “...Bounty Hunters are becoming more organized, taking jobs from the Empire that’ll kill thousands while trying to make space lawless.”
“And we’re the only defense out there for anyone.” Miles says, “There’s no avengers or xmen. Just Us. So if the Universe is in chaos its our obligation to try to make some order.” he reasons.
“You understand now why Molly isn’t the priority?” Julia surmises.
Hearing all their convictions, Nico shakes her head, hitting the panel at opens the door to the stairs leading the rear of the ship, “I’ve risk one for the many before, I won’t do that” she says, walking out.
Aggravated, Julia turns in her seat, “NICO!”
Turning around, Nico turns on her heels at Julia on the other side of the door, “You won’t risk it, that’s our job, but i’m sure when the time comes, you’ll just heartlessly sacrifice everyone when it suits you, again.” she corrects.
Her cutting her pierce Nico. Seeing the rise in Nico, she steps forward but no voice comes out of her. Pressing her lips together, Nico clenches her jaw at Julia’s steely gaze.
“That’s not fair.” Nico mumbles.
Julia smirks, “No, it wasn’t. Especially for our friends.” she says, shutting the door in her face.
Staring at the door, Julia turns away, looking to Hera, Sabine and Miles staring at her.
Sabine rolls her eyes, returning her gaze to the streaking stars, “Let’s just get to Knowhere.”
Walking down the dark metal steps to the cargo area. Nico bits her bottom lip, fighting back tears as a well of emotion weighs in her chest.
Don’t trust them Nico...
Stopping in her tracks, Nico sees the shadowy image of her mother, standing in the dark corner in a glittery red form-fitting dress, putting her finger to her mouth.
...don’t trust any of them.
To be continued….
I hate scripts because it provides no visual impact. Just words on a page which is fun but at a certain point you need more.
REBEL BASED ATTACKED!
YAVIN IV REBEL BASED HAS BEEN HACKED BY AN UNKNOWN ENEMY.
IN ORDER TO RECOVER THE STOLEN DATA OF UNDER COVER AGENTS,
AHSOKA TANO AND PADAWAN MOLLY HAYES HAVE ACCEPTED THEIR MISSION FROM GENERAL LEIA ORGANA.
THUS, EXPERT EXTRACTION TEAM SPIDER, JULIA CARPENTER AND MILES MORALES HAVE BEEN LEFT BEHIND HOPING ALL HAS WENT WELL...
Sat on the cushioned bench within the cold and sterile medical bay, Julia Carpenter stretches her arm over her head. A groan escapes her in a low tone. Her ribs exposed against her skin, she peeks down at her wound. Wearing her black tights and black sports, Julia’s face grimaces at the sharp pain of a bandage being applied to the wound just below her ribs. Knife wounds were the worst, they were long to heal and its presence was known in each bodily movement. However her healing abilities were better than the average man. At least she had that.
“How does that feel Ms Carpenter?”
“Its fine C-3PO.” sighs Julia, anxious to leave she hops off the bench. Immediately Julia staggers at the sharp pain greeting along her side. Taking a pause, Julia draws in a steady breath through her clenched teeth.
“Miss Carpenter, may I suggest an extra day of rest?”
Julia raises her eyes to the golden android in annoyance.
“While I am not a medical professional, it seems to me that most with your extent of injuries would…”
“Threepio...” Julia interrupts, sighing as the pain subsides “...I’ve dealt with worse.” she finished sharply. Standing erect, Julia bares through the discomfort and unravels the knot of fabric in front of her torso, putting her arms through the sleeves of her bodysuit.
“Quite Frankly I am not sure if that is supposed to be more assuring or more alarming.” C-3P0 replies.
Zipping her suit just over her chest, Julia gives C-3PO a wrily look, “So is taking advice from a golden toaster.” she retorts.
“Excuse me I am most certainly not…”
“Don’t short a circuit Threepio.” says a voice from behind.
Turning around, Miles Morales stands at the entryway, decked in his black and red spiderman suit.
“Julia and I didn’t have a lot of androids...” he says, looking around the medical bay, “...or any stuff like this from where we came from.”
“Miles Morales…” C-3PO pleasantly declares, “...how quite nice to see you. I take it your mission with Master Luke was a success?”
Miles points his thumb over his shoulder, “Yeah, we got supplies off the Naboo Transport, then took the long way. Anyway, Han is taking General Organa to Hoth and R2-D2 said they could leave you.”
“LEAVE ME!” C-3PO exclaims, “That glob of grease. All the nerve! I’ll show him what ‘leaving me is’.” he declares, hastily exiting the room.
Watching him leave, Julia zips up her costume while looking at a tray of weapons on a cart.
Seeing Julia’s blue eyes obviously trying not to look at him, Miles flicks his wrist. Quickly a thin strand of webbing zips across the room and sticks to her hand. Rolling her blue eyes, Julia lips firm as she looks up at the ceiling, tapping her foot, “Really Miles? Really?” she huffs, looking at him.
Miles disconnects the webbing, “Yo sorry. Its not like I dunno, lied to my partner or something to go rescue some pilot while he was gone and ya know, almost get killed.” he says, folding his arms.
His words make Julia sigh as she pulls the webbing off her hand, “Miles, you were gone.”
“He was gonna die.” Julia defensively explains. “If I didn’t get him, Wedge, would be dead and…”
At that moment Julia, an ebony colored hand reach over and grabs hold of hand, restricting her fussing with a blaster. She was a tough one, Miles knew, to a fault. However, when it came to them, just them, no one had the bond of having Earth’s destruction bind two people forever.
They were both angry. Both hurt. They saw each others weak moments, but even he had to remind her on occasion, not to push him away either.
Remaining silent, Julia nibbles on her pinkish lip, raising her teary eyes at Miles friend face.
“We promised each other. You fall, I catch you. I fall…” Miles pauses, waiting for the answer.
Clearing her throat, Julia nods, knowing the rest, “...I catch you.” she whispers.
“And you can’t be ‘dead’ if you’re gonna catch me...” Miles says, “...unless you got like weird dead powers. Cause then I should probably stop touching you.” he says, moving his hand.
Julia smirks, wiping her tear away, “Had to ruin the moment huh?.” she smirks.
“I’m just saying if you have dead powers I don’t wanna get deaded.” Miles jokes.
Julia rolls her eyes, “Oh how long you been waiting to use that one.”
“Three day and four hours.” Miles retorts. Seeing Julia smile, Miles pats her on the back, “But seriously, we’re a Spider-team. We can’t afford for either of us to get ended.”
“I know.” Julia mumbles. , “I just, Its been a year Miles. A year to the day since…”
“I know.” Miles interrupts, “Believe me I know.”
Julia clears her throat. She lifts her head, wipes her nose and wicks away any sign of tears from her eyes with no trace.
“I saw him, I saw him and I…” she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion.
Miles rests his hand on her shoulder, feeling her tense. He could see her eyes, staring at her left leg.
“He shot a frickin pole through my leg.” Julia continues, “But I had him Miles, I frickin’ had him.” she recounts. (WRITERS NOTE Part of Star Wars the Campaign I - Sidious shot a pipe through Julia’s leg while she was shooting at his craft.)
“So I thought. Maybe. Just maybe…” she admits, “...if went to get Wedge…”
“That you’d do what Jules?” Miles questions, “Find’em and what shoot’em? I talked to Luke about this dude and uh, Sidious, isn’t the ‘shoot’em in the head’ kinda bad guy!”
“Well than how!!” Julia frustratingly asks, slamming her blaster on the metal table, “What weapon will do it! Tell me, I’ll go get it. He can’t just destroy Earth and walk away! HE CAN’T!”
“I know.” Miles replies, watching Julia stress-fully wipe her forehead, “But we can’t die trying to kill’em either.”
Turning to him, Julia opens her arms out, her eyes open wide, “I joined the Rebellion, WE joined, to find a way to end him.. Either piece by piece or in one shot…”
“Julia…” Miles interrupts, holding out his hands as if approaching a wild animal, “...he’s gonna pay, but Luke said it best…”
“Oh what the great prophet of space say?” Julia sarcastically asks, “Meditate your way to the force?!”
“Don’t underestimate the Dark-Side.” Miles reveals, “That’s what he said!”
Julia looks at him blankly, “Really? That’s all he said. You’re satisfied with that answer?”
Miles shakes his head, “Coming from the dude with a laser sword who can stop ships in mid air, I tend to believe those types, especially, when our enemy, ended earth and took Thors Hammer. SO yeah, I’m satisfied.”
Julia points at him ready to say more. However at that moment, Miles and Julia’s eyes open wide. Entering the medical bay, Mon Mothma, Sabine Wren and General Leia enter the room.
Miles and Julia look at each other in silence, seeing the gravity in this, “Uh hi guys?” Miles gulps.
Looking over her shoulder, Leia gestures to Sabine, “Seal the room.” she instructs.
“Okay you’re getting me nervous.” Julia huffs.
“Like, my Abuela is about explain the birds and the bees in Pay-Per-View detail kind of nervous?” Miles exclaims.
Leia steps forward, “I'm Sure whatever that Earth Expression must mean…” she sighs, “...pales to what we have to say..” she states.
“Well you have our attention.” Julia states, “What’s going on?”
Leia looks to Mon Mothma who nods and steps forward, “Twenty eight hours ago. We were sliced.”
“What?” Miles asks.
“Hacked.” Julia whispers to him.
“Yes but, not everyone knows, and we need to keep it that way.” Leia explains, “Our agents reported that not only were we uh, hacked as you said, but so was the Empire.”
Miles and Julia both look at each other in surprise.
Mon Mothma steps forward, “But before we could get much more...” she sighs, mustering a deep breath for what comes next, “...chatter from our sympathizers came in that our agents were killed, as was their source and the datas Location.” she explains
“Okay…” Miles says, “...so we usually do recovery missions, save our guys who were captured.”
“Is that you want us to get, the Data?” Julia asks.
“Yes.” Mon Mothma states, “You see, it holds a significant details of our undercover agents and sympathizers. I’ll be forward, this won’t be easy.”
Julia looks at Sabine, seeing her face wretched with concern. She could feel them talking around what the didn’t want to say. Shifting her gaze to Leia, Julia gulps, “The agents killed, who were they?”
Leia’s face firms. Her hands folds into each other as she draws a mustered breath, “They were Jedi Ahsoka Tano and Molly Hayes.” she answers.
Star Wars The Campaign: A War of Empires
Chapter 1 - The Mission
PART 1 - The Incident
YAVIN IV Western Fields
Sitting on the edge of a grassy slope, Nico pours the refreshing cool water over her face. Heat at mid-day was always sweltering and humid. Staring out into the horizon. Her black feathered tied back like bunched up Eagle feathers, Nico pulls out a worn rag, wiping her face before tying it around her neck.
Oh my goodness I can’t stand it.
Lowering her head, Nico looks at the two rice balls on a smooth piece of wood.
This is all we can eat?
“Not WE…” Nico replies, “...just me.”
Looking to her left, Nico squints her eyes at the sight of her mother. The Japanese American woman, decked in a glittery black form fitting dress and a plunging ‘v-neck’.
Her short cut asymmetrical haircut stopped just short of her sharp jaw and slicked along the side of her cheekbones to a fine point. Her fine lips, coated in thick black lipstick remain pressed together firmly. Her razor sharp eyes coated in black mascara, staring at Nico’s food in disgust.
I’d rather die.
“You did.” Nico grins, “Rather badly.”
Her mother rolls her eyes - You’ll get yours darling. You’ll see, one day you’ll need mommy dearest.
“The day I do, hopefully will be my last.” Nico retorts, biting into her rice ball.
However as Nico eats, her mother curiously peeks over Nico’s bushy hair, peering at something coming in the distance.
I think you have sun stricken lunatic coming. We should kill him.
Raising her eyes to the distance, Nico holds her hand over her brow, blocking out the sun. Peering into the distance, Nico shakes her head, “I can barely see.” she says, just making out the sight of someone running through the high grass.
Nico’s mother rises to her feet - Its a pirate. Most surely a pirate, maybe crazed. Let me take over.
“Absolutely not.” Nico exclaims, glaring at her mother for even suggesting it, “You don't get to murder, ever.”
Than let me hurt him a little bit.
Planting her hands on the ground, Nico closes her eyes, exasperated, “Its bad enough I see a woman who is either dead and is haunting me, or just a hallucination, which is worse since that means I HAVE the problem and i’m just crazy. Either way…” she sighs, rising to her feet, “...i’ll deal with it.”
I hope he clubs you over the head and sacrifices you to carnivorous little teddy bears!
Nico’s eyes open wide, turning around to her mother in shock at her statement, “I mean really that’s excessive even for you!”
Crossing her arms, Nico’s mother looks at her red painted fingernails in disinterest - Well we haven’t eaten.
Hearing the sound of swift moving feet over grass, Nico turns her attention back to the approaching stranger.
Motioning to her back, Nico grabs a blaster handle, ready to pull it out if need be. However, her grip softens as she recognizes the figure.
Swiftly running over to her, Miles Morales, wearing a tan linen hoodie over his Spider-Man ties comes to a stop before, panting.
“Miles?” Nico says to her surprise.
Bending over, Miles holds up his finger, trying to catch his breath.
“Did you Run all the way over here.”
Standing up, Miles pants repeatedly, holding his chest as sweat pours down his face.
Sidling up next to him, Nico’s mother grins at the young hero.
Oh my, doesn’t he look like the Wilder boy. she scoffs, scrunching her nose at Nico who pays her no mind, What is it with you and boys like him?!
Nico folds her arms, sinking her face into her hand.
“Hey you okay?” Miles asks.
Nico nods, rubbing her temples, “Ye-yeah just the heat.” she says, “Its like a pervasive racism, its everywhere at once and all you wanna do is wipe it off the planet.” she says, glaring at her mother.
Nico’s mother arches her pencil thin eyebrows at her.
Not sure to be confused, insulted or just confused, Miles gulps, “Okay I heard the heat could get to you out here but that’s a new one.”
Shaking her head, Nico wipes the sweat off her brow, “I’m sorry Miles but what is it?” she pointedly asks, “I mean, if this is another attempt to get me and Julia…”
“No its not that.” Miles interrupts, “But that is something we need to get to eventually.”
Nico’s mother looks at her, I should’ve killed that girl when I had the chance. And you stopped me because she was your friend.
Nico closes her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose before holding up her rice to Miles, “This is my trade.” She blanketly states, “I harvest, I send what rice i make back to Rebels. I do share. That’s it. Julia can shove it up where the sun don’t shine, i’m not fighting for the rebellion, period.”
“Yo ease up…” Miles exclaims, holding up his hands, “...I just ran like ten frickin’ miles in eighty degree heat, can you not get so defensive.”
Nico’s mother looks at Miles up and down, “Can you cut his head off? He talks too much.”
“I’m not defensive…” Nico snaps to Miles, “...I just don’t want my time wasted.”
“With what?!” Miles exclaims.
Nico’s mother sits down, “I’m actually on pins and needles waiting for this answer.”
Miles outstretched his arms and spins around before facing Nico, “You got NOTHING but time! And grass. And heat and…” looking down at the ankle deep water, “...and nasty lookin’ water. Seriously, you like it out here?!”
Tossing the rice ball over her shoulder, Nico turns around, “Bye Miles.” she exclaims, walking away.
“Tell Julia to go jump off a bridge next time you see her.” Nico exclaims.
“NICO MOLLY IS DEAD!”
Nico stops in her tracks. His words echoing in her ears a thousand times. Staring at the field, Nico remains still as a statue.
“Its been more than a day. We got reports that she’s dead, she could be missing. But that doesn’t seem, likely.”
Nico closes her eyes, balling up a fist, “She’s invulnerable you idiot.” she snaps.
Miles runs to her front, looking at her, “I know that…”
“She’s stopped bullets in the palms of her hands.” Nico states.
“She’s been stabbed, pushed off a building, fell from fifty stories high, the girl is the freakin’ hulk of invulnerability, she can’t die!” Nico snaps.
Miles folds her arms, “We’re not on EARTH Nico!” he argues, “If you got off this marsh pit you’d understand that there's a lot of other species out there who know how to kill a lot of things in Molly’s invulnerability class!” he exclaims.
Nico tightens her fist, enraged at Miles arguing the point.
“Ahsoka was with her.” Nico exclaims, “SHE IS her trainer, master or whatever. She’s making Molly a jedi, she has powers I saw…”
“SHUT UP!” Nico screams, startling Miles who instinctively jolts back, “SHE'S A JEDI MILES! THEY DON’T DIE!” .
Miles clenches his jaw, “Nico! EVERYONE DIES!” he yells back.
“You think you’re so SMUG telling me all this…”
“I don’t like telling you ANY of this. Quite frankly, I don’t even know if I like you!” Miles exclaims, “Everytime i’m here, my Spidey-Sense just go off! But i’m here despite everyone else NOT wanting to tell you anything because I know how much Molly loves, I mean loved…”
Nico winces at his correction, grinding her teeth.
“...loved you.” he sighs, “She always viewed you, as her like, next thing to a mom.”
NIco turns her back to him suddenly, covering her face.
Miles draws a breath, seeing Nico already affected, “Look i’m not trying to piss you off or anything. We really don’t even know each other. But I wanted to tell you, face to face without some droid or whatever. I know she meant a lot to…”
Miles pauses, hearing Nico mumble, “Nico…”
“I SAID LEAVE!” Nico shrieks, “Get out of here of here or so help me…” she growls,.
Miles felt it again, his Spidey senses telling him to run away as fast as he could. He relents.
“Fine.” Miles nods, “But for what it's worth, I’m sorry. We’ll get’em, I promise.” he says, tossing something by her feet.
Refusing to look at him, Nico lowers her gaze to grass under her feet. Like a thousand cymbals clashing all at once, Nico’s heart thuds. Hearing Miles swift moving feet as he runs back to base, Nico slowly kneels down the ground, petrified at what she immediately recognizes.
A faded pink wool beanie. Moth holes decorate the hat. Balls of lint litter the outside of it. Resting her hand on the soft plush wool, Nico closes her eyes as tears cascade down her cheek.
Well well well...looks like you’re little friend is dead. Finally, one less of you.
A groaning comes from Nico’s chest at hearing her mother's statement. Grabbing the beanie, Nico stands up, turning to the ghostly image of her mother standing behind her. Glaring into her mother red irises, Nico points at her, “Leave.” she snaps.
Immediately her mother vanishes in a flurry dead leafy flakes.
Taking a deep fluttered breath, Nico holds Molly’s beanie tightly. Closing her eyes, Nico shakes her head as images of seeing Molly dressed as Jedi just a day ago flood to mind. Opening her tear filled eyes, Nico’s lip quivers as she glares into the distance, “Screw it.”
The hanger hummed. Pilots racing back and forth. Technicians running beside each other holding glass pane tablets to the other comparing data. Squirrely droids no bigger than no soda cans buzzing between the Rebels feet zipped back and forth. However, a large group walks through massive hanger, giving everyone pause.
Commander Mon Mothma walks beside Leia Organa towards the large vessel aptly called the Ghost. Its engines cooled and de-powered, the rear ramp lowered, the green skinned pilot Hera Syndulla sits on the ramp with her child, laughing and giggling before her next flight.
However her green eyes lift away from her child, seeing the approaching authority figures, Hera kisses her son on his forehead tenderly. Standing up at their presence, Hera watches Mon Mothma and Leia come to a stop with Sabine Wren decked in her hot pink armor with an ominous black fabric band tied tightly around her left arm.
Behind her, Julia Carpenter, decked in her black suit with its white spider-insignia in front. Her blond hair pulled back, large gold-lens goggles over her eyes. Her leather jacket zipped closed, she stuffs her hands into her pocket, giving Hera a friendly nod. Beside her, Miles Morales in his spidery suit, holding his mask in hand, “We’re ready.”
Leia looks at them all, “I wont’ be here when you exit the system. Mon Mothma will be in Command. I’ll be on Hoth”
“Got it.” Julia nods.
“I can’t overemphasize this…” Leia says, “...our priority is to recover that data, or destroy it. No one can have our intel. I know how you all feel about Ahsoka and her padawan, but we cant let emotion get in the way of our priority - otherwise everything Ahsoka sacrificed for, goes for not. Are we clear?”
“Yes.” they all reply at once.
“Good.” Leia says, “With all that said I think…”
Everyone turns around, hearing the voice echo in the hanger. Turning around, Julia pulls off her goggles, “You gotta be frickin’ kidding me.”
Marching through Hanger with a stained linen bag in hand, Nico brushes past the bustling rebels in the base before coming several feet away from the group. Dropping her bag on the cement floor, Nico looks at them as Julia’ face reddens.
“I’m not asking.” Nico says, pointing at the ship, “I am coming.”
To be continued...