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(Icarus x reader) (Crow x reader)

Chapter One

***Elowen’s POV***

“Elowen, come with us!” One of the officers beckoned to me. I followed the rest of the officers closely as we made our way away from Lawson and went right, our guns at the ready. I could feel my pulse quickening. I had never been in this type of situation before. I had never been around anyone force sensitive, much less fought them, but I hoped I would just be fighting the mandalorians that worked for Maul. 

We stood, waiting for something to happen, and then watched as Vario came out of the darkness and placed a hologram onto the ground. Maul appeared in blue lines on the hologram, and offered for them to work together, and when Lawson declined his offer they all came out of the darkness and began shooting. It was hard to see where anyone was because of the darkness, but I could shoot in the direction from which the shots were being fired. 

I managed to shoot down five before a red bullet from one of them hit me directly in the shin. I hit the ground from the impact. The rest of my squad didn’t notice, they just kept fighting. It didn’t hurt at first, so I decided to walk out to where it was safe. After walking a few paces, the wound started to ache, and after a few moments the pain was unbearable and blood was dripping down my leg. 

When I started to feel light-headed I sat down on the floor and rested my head in my hands. I could pass out, not now. I concentrated on breathing calmly, but my vision was already starting to leave me, and the last thing I saw was a man, a Zabrak, it wasn’t Maul, because his skin was orange and his tattoos were different. 

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When I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the terrible pain in my leg. I sat up, still feeling a bit ill. My injured leg had been cleaned and bandaged, and sitting next to me was the same Zabrak as before. He sharpened a knife, running a stone from the top to the bottom of the blade. He wasn’t the slightest bit alarmed at my awakening. 

“Who are you, and where am I?” I demanded. I hoped to sound not as afraid as I was. 

“That’s none of your business,” he said, not bothering to look at me. 

“It’s my business because I was unwillingly taken here.”

“Don’t worry, you’re still on Janix, and we’ll let you go… if you tell me a few things first.”

“I’m not going to tell you anything.”

He got up, “Then you’re staying here. This will be your room, but since you’re here you might as well join us to eat.”

There was no harm in it, unless they poisoned me, but if they wanted answers they needed me alive. If they wanted me dead they would have killed me. 

It was probably safe to go with him… probably. 

I limped behind him as he led me into a dimly lit room with a table where another, slightly bigger Zabrak was sitting. 

I sat down on the opposite side of the table from both of them, and took a small portion of meat from the plate on the center of the table. 

Neither of them said anything, but if they weren’t going to let me go until I answered the questions I wasn’t going to be leaving for a long time, I might as well know their names. 

“Who are you?” I asked. 

“Icarus,” he said, “he is my brother, Scorn.”

“I’m Elowen. How did you guys start working for Maul?” I wanted them to do the talking, but they didn’t seem like the type of people to do that. 

“We’re the last of our tribe. We will stay together.”

“Oh, I have a brother too. He lives on the opposite side of Janix, so I don’t see him that often, but y’know…”

“Were you and your brother close?” Icarus asked. 

“Yeah, he was my only sibling, so we spent most of our childhood together. He’s a year older than me, so he went and became the owner of a big speeder company. His work keeps him busy, but we still talk when we get the chance. Did you two have any other siblings, or is it just you two?” 

Both Icarus and Scorn looked away. It was obviously still a sore topic. I shifted uncomfortably, and winced when my injured leg bumped the leg of the table. 

“Are you in pain because of your injuries?” Icarus asked, “I can get you a pain reliever if you need it.” 

He had already stood up so I said, “I would appreciate that.”

He nodded, and came back a few moments later with a needle. 

“This might hurt,” he said, and I clenched my jaw as the needle slid into my sore skin. 

When he took the needle out and stood up his orange eyes met mine for half a second. 

“Are you the medic for Maul’s… crew?” I asked. 

“One of them.” 

“Who trained you?”

“I learned it by myself.”

“I could never do anything like that. I don’t think that I ever really considered being a medic.”

“Maul needed a medic, and I was not contributing much, so I taught myself.”

“Oh, that’s–.”

“Brother,” Scorn interrupted, “Come on. Lord Maul needs us.”

Both Icarus and Scorn left, and I hesitated for a moment. I could just go back to my room, but I needed to escape. I needed to find where they put my gear.” 

I stood up, and found that whatever Icarus gave me worked fast. The pain was much less intense than it had been just a minute ago. Maybe I would be able to walk normally so I wouldn’t draw as much attention, afterall, I was never told that I had to stay in the small room all day. I would look around for my gear and maybe a way to escape. 

I exited the dark room and looked both ways. I had already been in the hallway on the right. It was the side my room was on, but the left was where Icarus and Scorn went, so Maul was that way. If my gear was anywhere, it would probably be near where everyone else was. It would be hard to get it, especially with Maul and his force sensitiveness. 

Maybe it would be best to earn their trust first, but with my gear they would be able to monitor police activity. If they were monitoring it, there was no way that Lawson would be able to stop them. They would have to do what they were putting off. They would have to call in the Empire. The Empire hopefully would be more able to stop Maul more easily. 

They had heard about the inquisitors on other planets. Force sensitive individuals that were merciless killers and were sent to hunt down the remaining jedi. 

The general public didn’t get very much information about what was happening. All we were told was that the Jedi committed treason and that the Empire wanted to fix the galaxy’s problem. 

But they didn’t seem to be accomplishing that. They seemed to be causing more problems than they fixed. All I knew was that Janix was doing just fine without the Empire until Maul decided to cause problems. 

Now Janix would suffer under the Empire just like so many of the other planets. Maybe once I got my gear back and escaped I would go somewhere else. Somewhere away from the Empire. 

I decided that I would go back to my room and earn their trust first. The Empire was probably already on their way so they probably wouldn’t be able to track police activity with my equipment for much longer. 

I sat on the bed in my room. Icarus never told me what the questions were. Maybe they weren’t as detrimental as I thought they were. If the Empire was coming in, as it most likely was, I could tell them a little bit of information. I could just give a very slim bit of truth and not tell any information that could hurt anyone. Then I wouldn’t have to stay here for any longer. 

I left my room to find him, but looking through the dark metallic halls, I could only find Scorn. The bigger, slightly more intimidating brother. He was already watching me, so I decided to swallow my nervousness. 

“Where did Icarus go?” I asked, “I am willing to hear his questions now.”

“He’s in his room. Two doors down from yours.”

“Oh, thank you,” I said, and he said nothing. 

I turned back to my room, and went two doors left. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 

“Come in.”

I slowly opened the door. When I saw him I immediately blushed and looked away. He was sitting on the bed, not wearing a shirt. His orange skin and black tattoos in plain sight. 

I looked around the room as I spoke, and not at him. The room was just as small as mine, but it was filled with a few of his personal belongings: some clothes folded in a stack, a few stray knives and guns, a map of a system of planets, a box full of medical supplies, and papers with notes. 

“I’m ready to answer the questions you said you needed me to answer,” I told him. 

“Already? You must hate it here.”

“I have a job and a life that I need to go back to.”

“They’re already looking for you,” he said, “They noticed when you didn’t report back after the mission.”

“Really?” I asked. I hadn’t expected them to notice that quickly, especially in all the chaos that was going on. Maybe they liked me more than I thought they did. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t leave until I answered all their questions. “Whatever, what are the questions?”

“Are you planning on calling in the Empire?”

This wasn’t anything like what I thought they were going to ask. “We hope we don’t have to. That’s why we went after you ourselves. Obviously that didn’t work. So, they might be on their way right now. I don’t know.”

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin resting in his hand. “So you don’t like the Empire just as much as the rest of us?”

“No one actually likes the Empire. Except maybe the power hungry jerks running it,” I told him. 

“So many people volunteer to be their stormtroopers. They must like it.”

I scoffed, “They were probably forced or just brainwashed.”

“Or maybe they were doing it to have something new in their life. But they obviously picked the wrong thing.”

“I wonder if they can ever leave once they join, or if they’re stuck forever. I don’t really want to find out though, because there’s only one way to really find out.”

“In a little while if there’s someone who quit then we’ll know.”

“How would you tell if they used to be one. I typically don’t walk up to people and say ‘sir, did you used to be a stormtrooper?’”

He chuckled. I just then realized that I was just having a conversation with someone who was supposed to be my enemy. I hesitated. 

“Can I leave now?” I asked.

“You’re going to have to convince Lord Maul to let you go. I’m not actually in charge of the prisoners, although you’re not really a prisoner. You’re more like a forced guest.”

“So I just gave you information for no reason?”

“No, he tasked me with asking you that question. I needed a way to make you answer. It seemed simple enough.”