Shit writing Saturday <3
Havenāt done one of these in a while! To be fairā¦ havenāt written smth I was excited to share in a while. Hereās this!! Lmk what you think š„°š„°
Cody continues to stare, unseeing, out the viewport.
āI donāt know these stars,ā he murmurs finally.
Kenobi says nothing. Cody knows heās listening all the same.
āWhen Iā¦ grew up, on Kamino. There were rare cloudless nights. The seas would still for maybe only a few hours at a time, and the clouds would part around these brilliant points of light in a pitch black sky.ā
He closes his eyes. He can just about see it; the rain-slicked platform, the cadets all hushing each other as they hurried outside, hoping no longnecks would catch them, no trainers would see them. Hoping that Fett himself was asleep, that his own cadet had been enough of a handful that day that Fett wouldnāt catch them either, all of them breaking rules.
āWe would find our way around the biggest stars, first. The brightest. The ones that were always there. Those were our trainers. The guiding stars to direct us to where we needed to look. And thenā¦ we started naming the other stars. And we named them after ourselves. After each other. Our batchers, our squaddies, anyone. There were so many stars in the skyā¦ but there were so many of us, too, what felt like enough to give each of those stars a name. The command formation has me, Bly, Fox, Wolffe, and Ponds, about two fingersā width up from the star that was Alpha-17.
āEach of those names on that reportāā Strato. Pusher. Scald. Cinder. Fuck, he knew where each of their stars was.
His eyes snap open again. Unfamiliar stars fall past him. Itās a cold sort of comfort, to distance himself from the urge to scream that rises in his throat.
āCody,ā Kenobi whispers, near silent.
He drops his forehead to his knees. āA swath of the sky has gone dark,ā he replies. āAnd thereās nothing I can do.ā
