Just when Rey thought her anxiety had finally been dying down a bit, of course, something else had happened. A handful of the people she was closest to had been taken under detainment by the First Order as a result of it, and it wasn’t fair. Especially since she knew all of those people were innocent, and probably terrified and confused considering the circumstances. But Rey didn’t have time to worry and fixate on her frustration at the whole thing. No, she had to take action, and quickly. 

After some urgent discussions with some of the others who had luckily not been found by the other side, Rey was arriving at the station, already feeling through the force some of the people who remained inside. She was donned in a full disguise with her hair tucked into a hood, though she figured she may not need it if things went her way. It didn’t take long to get past the guards with the use of the force working their minds, but she knew this wouldn’t work with everyone. Still, she managed to get inside, and soon found herself padding as quietly as possible through the hollow corridors, in search for any signs of her friends.

Until she heard a noise, and she froze, waiting to see where it was coming from.

in and out. her chest moved slowly as she breathed, her vision moving in slow motion as adrenaline pumped through her veins. seylsa was alone in the resistance’s base to finish up her mission. she had already planted plenty of bombs around the creations she could find throughout the base but with all the commotion created by her fellow first order members, she has been able to sneak around more.

“Power cell, power cell.” The woman whispered to herself, digging through a pile of scraps on a table, determination in her eyes, trying to block out the crowd of people behind her, everyone rushing this way and that way, even trying to ignore those that were too close.

As per usual, there’s good news and bad news. Good news is the First Order took a pretty good hit; bad news is they’re coming down hard on the Resistance for it. Paige Tico is a lot of things, but if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s retaliation. First a gunner and then a bomber, if there’s one thing she knows, it’s how to hit the First Order where it hurts. Some people seem to think they should let things simmer down. Take it easy. Kick back and let everything work itself out. But there’s been whispering from the other side too: hit harder now, take the advantage and make it work.

And Paige definitely likes the latter’s attitude a little more.

(The First Order didn’t stop when they first began testing those weapons on her home. They kept testing - kept going, turning homes to rubble and people to ash.  Paige isn’t sure why people are acting like they should extend the First Order the courtesy of a ceasefire. Out of respect for what? The dead? Turns out even that isn’t permanent any more.)

As odd as it felt to admit it, Rey felt almost relieved that she didn’t have the guilt of starting that fire on her shoulders. The dangerous task she had committed with Poe at the gala seemed to pale in comparison to this. Still, she felt awful for whoever did start it, even if it might have seemed to work in the Resistance’s favor...at first. Now, her friends were being detained, tensions were high, and her stress was back to it’s almost normal level, which definitely wasn’t a good thing. 

She was pacing back and forth near the base, completely at a loss for what to do next. Rey knew she needed a plan, and fast, but right now it was all so overwhelming. At times like these, what seemed to help the most was talking to others, working with people to try to figure out a solution together. Sometimes she was impulsive and did things on her own without thinking, but this was much too risky to do so. The stakes were too high for her to mess something up. Luckily, a few others were gathering in the area nearby, and she quickly bounded over to the nearest person she saw.  

“Do you have any ideas of what we should do first? I want to help. I need to help.” 

The First Order are everywhere.

Like rats, she thinks, and she doesn’t say it. It wouldn’t do for her to get thrown in jail while getting some air after her first performance of the night. The First Order would probably see that aside as an act of treason. So she’s wise enough to keep her mouth shut and merely roll her shoulders, trying to work out some of the tension there. She’s always sore after the first performance of the night, and around the second round near midnight it hits a kind of euphoria. Her teachers back on Chandrila used to describe it as something that only happened in front of a crowd.

A kind of performance delirium, where you’re outside your body but it’s doing all the things you’ve trained it do perfectly.

She wasn’t going to disguise her shock from the attack — because that’s what it was even if the media was claiming otherwise. The smallest details rarely affected day-to-day operations as catastrophically as that incident, and watching the federal building burn sent Iden back to the Battle of Yavin. Whatever the Rebellion was up to, they’d certainly pay for it. 

Iden presses her shoulder onto the plasteel corner, waiting patiently for the guards to pass by on their routine patrol. It was common sense that the Rebellion would increase their security to prepare for a First Order counter-attack — but what they wouldn’t have been able to prepare for was Iden Versio. Continuing onwards a few doors, she’d catch a glimpse of a room with her objective’s name on it. 

❛❛ Hello... ❜❜ Iden hacks the door’s digital locks. ❛❛ Anybody here? ❜❜  

Cole was still trying to get a grip on what had happened since he woke up, where everything was, who everyone was... and had not spent the time to get involved in how to attack the first order. He was basically useless to them. 

Not that they saw it like that. 

He rubbed his head, sitting up, watching the doorway open. A dark, tall figure had entered and was staring him down. He hesitated a bit at the mask. They seemed familiar. Somehow at least. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, the mask distorting whatever he recognized. 

“I don’t know anything. So I don’t know what you’re hoping to find..”he looked at the figure, trying to meet their eyes, “I’m not important to them.”

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