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Advisor: Â You'll have to make your way through the nursery facility of the citadel.
Scorch: Â Oh, is that where they keep the baby Wookies?
Advisor:  Negative. Baby Wroshyr trees. This is the Wookies garden.
Scorch: Well, the gardenâs got a pest problem: Trandoshans.
Sev: You would prefer baby Wookiees?
Scorch: Not really. Too cute.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, English is not Basic, wrong terminology used on purpose
Summary: Lennox canât believe she made it out of that facility alive, but the uncertainty of her place in this strange new world now weighs down on her.
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Even though Lennox couldnât understand the voice that came over the intercom, it was still foreboding. Especially when the explosion that followed was so violent it knocked her off balance and into the side of the elevator cage. Which ended up being a good thing, because as soon as it stopped and the door raised her⌠companions⌠and she were fired upon. She wasnât hit, but she saw more scorch marks steadily collecting on their armor.
Between running to keep up with them and trying to hold her own in this hellhole, she worried about the integrity of their armor and if it would give out before they got out. If they got out.
The intercom went off again, and she finally noticed the blaring alarm over the sound of gunfire and now near constant explosions. The whole place was practically vibrating.
It was going to blow soon, wasnât it?
No wonder they were running. They no longer took the time to make sure each way was clear, instead just plowed through as quickly as they could.
Pieces of the wall were turned into deadly projectiles in the narrow hallways. One panel nearly took out Lennoxâs ankles but she managed to jump over it, stumbling on the landing before she righted herself. If they werenât about to die she mightâve been embarrassed that Green, who was behind her, definitely saw that.
The mechanical voice sounded for the third time in just as manyâŚ
Oh, Lennox realized. So they had minutes left.
Couldnât say she was a fan of that.
They picked off the last of the robots blocking the door at the end of the hall. Lennox acted on impulse. She tucked her gun into the back of her pants - bad idea, bad idea, bad idea, if she shoots herself in the ass these people better leave her behind to die in shame alone - and stooped down to swipe one of the bigger guns as she ran by.
She probably shouldâve done that a while ago to be honest.
The next room was empty, and it made her paranoid. She shouldnât complain, but it felt like a trap waiting to happen. And getting stuck could mean everything when she didnât know how much time that impersonal voice was saying she had left. The others understood it. They didnât waste any time. What if she did?
Yellow went up to the next door and Lennox focused on how he was planting one of his explosives on it.
They were going in hot it seemed. She could do that. Hopefully. She just had to wait for everyone else to go first, like sheâd been doing so far. Which was probably a shitty thing to do but she didnât have their armor or training or whatever else they had going for them. Itâs not like they forced her go first anyhow. They could if they wanted to. Theyâd been yanking her around the whole time anyway. Though admittedly that was to get her out of harmâs way, so maybe they wouldnât do that.
The door charge being set off shocked her out of her spiraling train of thought. Gunfire kept her alert as she followed them in and was met with what could only be described as pure chaos.
She immediately glued herself to the wall and shot at whatever robot she could - there were a lot of them to choose from. Though, that wasnât counting the new addition of automated turrets mounted to the ceiling. There were two them she could see, but there mightâve been a third around the corner based on the laser bolts she saw coming from that direction. The others moved further into the room, but she knew if she tried that she would be dead in a second.
Green moved to the console on the platform to her right. Orange, Red, and Yellow covered him from the walkway while he did whatever he was doing. But she could see at least half a dozen robots going up the ramps from the other side of the bottom level. They would be surrounded.
There was no time to think, so what did she do?
She jumped off the landing to get behind the robots, of course. It was about an eight-foot drop so she did a clumsy roll to break her fall and ran over to the ramp before her brain could catch up with her. Being closer meant a higher chance of hitting her target, right? She fired into their backs, grateful that the gun she picked up was an automatic - she could do a lot more damage with that. It was grueling work, because after the first two were down the others noticed her and half of them turned around. The first one she managed to shoot, but she had to kick out the knee joint of the second, causing it to fall off the ramp. She mightâve spent too much time with Red if she was getting physical now, but she wasnât about to question it. The last one still in front of her hesitated just for a moment, which allowed her to shoot it too before it could get its gun up.
If she wasnât on the verge of collapse, a panic attack, and death, she mightâve taken the time to be impressed with herself. As it was, she still had shit to do.
She had to be more careful once she got on the platform, least she fall off or accidentally shoot one of the others when they came into view around the bend. Which meant she had to get even closer to the robots to make sure she didnât miss. It was nerve wracking, but at least they were lined up nicely for her.
She stepped over their sparking bodies and dove for cover next to Orange, who was holding his own across from Yellow and Red. She took a deep, shuttering breath before popping up next to him and firing again. Unfortunately, it only took a few seconds for whatever ammo her gun used to finally run out.
âShit, mother fucker,â Lennox hissed, tossing the gun over the guard wall and pulled the handgun out of her pants. It was still better than nothing.
She wasnât sure how much time passed after that. She knew it couldnât have been that long in reality, but in her mind it stretched on; seconds felt like minutes and minutes like hours.
At least until Orange yanked her up by the arm and pushed her in front of him, forcing her to run after Green and Yellow while he and Red brought up the rear. They went through a door by the ramp that she hadnât notice before and started sprinting down the hall. It was harder than before with the foundation quaking under her feet, trying to dodge the pieces of wall and ceiling as they were actively being ripped apart.
It looked like a dead end to her until the wall ahead of them opened up in a fireball. When the dust cleared there was a ship hovering there, and her heart gave a valiant attempt at crawling into her throat when she saw the rear ramp was lowered.
âFuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,â she chanted under hear breath as she neared the opening. She leapt as far as she could after Yellow and Green, giving one last âFUCKâ as her feet left the ground with nothing but a few thousand feet of open air below her.
She would be really pissed if she fell to her death now.
She hit the edge of the ramp, arms flailing as she stumbled forward straight into Yellow who grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her momentum. She gave him a weak, awkward smile in apology. She also belatedly remembered to slip the gun back into her pants now that she didnât immediately need it.
Two more thuds sounded behind her before the ship jolted and Lennox once again had to flail to catch one of the hand holds that dangled just barely within her reach. The ship flew away quickly, and even with the distance it was putting between them and the facility, the resounding explosion still managed to make her ears ring, oversensitive as they were from everything else. Not to mention the building pressure from them needing to pop because of the altitude change. She tilted her head and clenching her jaw to try and dispel the feeling.
The ship touched down, and Lennox expected the others to start moving but they didnât seem to pay it any mind. She looked around when the side doors opened and was taken aback when a large group of people also clad in armor got on too. Theirs was all white though, and shaped differently; it wasnât as bulky. She swallowed when she noticed most of the helmets were turned towards her - or maybe they were looking at her companions. Either way, she tried to act as nonchalant as possible, gripping her handle tightly as the ship took off again.
She watched the red ground grow further away through the still open doors, and got even more tense when the view disappeared completely as they continued to climb higher.
Exactly where were they going now?
She got her answer a minute later when the open air turned into metal walls and the ship touched down again. Everyone started to jump off, taking their helmets off as they did so. She followed her companions into what was the largest, and only, hanger she had ever been in, packed full of hundreds, maybe thousands, of men dress identically in white armor, no other color that she could see except for Orange, Green, Yellow, and Red.
The most shocking thing though was everyone there, her companions included, when she turned to look at them and saw they had finally taken their helmets off too, looked exactly the same.
Exactly. The. Same.
She tugged on a lock of hair on the back of her neck, grimaced at how tangled and dirty it felt, and idly wondered what her life had become in the last⌠however long it had been.
âI really wish this was the weirdest thing Iâd seen today,â she said, exasperated as a single tear tracked down her cheek.
No, no. She needed to hold that in a little bit longer. She couldnât cry in front of all these people. That would be embarrassing.
A loud, familiar voice startled her out of her thoughts as her companions turned to address the newcomer. He held up a small device to Greenâs chest, since he was closest, and went down the line until he saw her and paused before speaking directly to her this time.
âSorry.â She cast a quick glance at the others. âI donât know what youâre saying.â
The newcomer, who was probably some type of in-charge here, turned to Orange and spoke quickly with him. She tried not to fidget when he looked back at her briefly, though she couldnât quite imagine what he was thinking when he saw her. She was growing increasingly more uncomfortable in her own skin as she began to notice how the layer of red dust she was covered in caused all the cuts on her to throb lightly. Not to mention how her freshly ruined clothes pulled on her skin because of dried blue and red blood.
Lennox wondered what would happen. She clearly wasnât supposed to be a part of whatever was going on here, and she didnât even know where âhereâ was! It sounded crazy, but she didnât think she was on Earth anymore. Different language, literal aliens, robots with guns? It was absolutely insane, but there couldnât have been many other explanations.
She wished she had a name for the newcomer. It would have at least been nice to call him something else in her head when he gestured at her, not waiting to see if she followed before walking off. She only hesitated for a second before doing so, and was thankful when she heard footsteps behind her.
It took a good few minutes just to walk through the hangar, large and filled with bodies as it was. She garnered more looks of confusion, surprise, and disbelief as she trekked on, thankful when they finally got past the bay doors and into a less crowded area. She tried to remember where they went after that, but there were too many turns and doorways. Not like she had the mental capacity to do so anyway at the moment. She was hurt, tired, and probably going through the worst adrenaline crash sheâs ever had before.
Not a fun combination, in her opinion.
They got into an elevator eventually. This one was clearly not meant to fit five very large men and her at the same time, so she relegated herself to being squished into the corner. It was a tight fit, but still more spacious than when she was with Red in that facility, so that was a plus. A short ride later the door opened to yet another hallway, albeit a shorter one with. Finally, through one more door, Lennox saw where she had been led.
âAre we in fucking space?â It slipped out of her mouth before she could think to stop it, eyes glued to the wall of windows at the far end of the room.
Beyond the windows was an expanse of stars that might have convinced her it was simply nighttime if it werenât for the entire red planet that was⌠well it was right there, floating. In space. She was in space.
Crazy.
She felt a light shove between her shoulder blades and looked back to see Orange still behind her, and realized the others were already gathered around a small circular table, looking at her.
She felt her face heat up. âSorry.â
Orange guided her up to the table and put her between Green and himself. Her eyes widened slightly when the table lit up blue and a hologram of a man appeared in the gap between Red and the newcomer across from her. Â He was the first person she had seen who had a different face, along with shoulder-length hair and robes instead of armor. He couldnât have been more different than anybody sheâd seen so far. Aliens notwithstanding.
Everyone else started talking, and she could only assume it was about her, because why else would she be there. She was able to follow who was speaking because everyone had their own cadence of sorts, but she still didnât have a clue what they were actually saying.
The hologram met her eyes and spoke, and when no one else answered she furrowed her eyebrows slightly. âI donât suppose you speak English, do you?â She asked, skeptical.
The frown on his face gave her all the answer she needed. She sighed, resigned that she would have to figure out how to speak their language somehow. It would be easier that way. A body fizzled into the hologram next to the man, another robot, but it didnât look like the oneâs from before. This one appeared to be based off the basic human form. The man gestured to her again.
âHow is the robot supposed to make a difference?â She asked with a sign. She was getting to the point where she just wanted to sleep for a week, not be constantly reminded how she couldnât be understood.
It was quiet for a beat before the robot started talking in its own mechanical voice, but it wasnât in English.
Lennox could feel her mouth twitch downward at the way the man looked at her now. There was something about it that set her teeth on edge, even through the hologram.
That was the last time anyone asked her to speak, and the meeting didnât take that much longer before it concluded. Everyone spoke for a minute after the holograms fizzled out before they started to leave. Nobody looked particularly happy, though that could have been their normal expressions; itâs not like she would know.
She followed everyone back to the elevator in silence. Somehow, she was more nervous going down than she had been coming up. What would happen to her now?
As it turned out, there was a fairly simple answer to that. The newcomer broke off with a few words to her companions while ignoring her completely, and the others walked on. She continued to follow them, confident that if she wasnât supposed to, they would push her off to go elsewhere.
Instead, much like they did on the planet below, they lead her through twisting halls until they came to what she assumed were the barracks on this ship. It was a smaller room than she thought it would be - three bunk beds were pushed to each wall, so there were only a dozen beds total. She couldnât imagine all the rooms being this small, given the sea of people she saw before. Maybe the different armor meant they got more private rooms.
That begged the question, though, of was there supposed to be eight more people like them sleeping in this room, or were the extra beds there just in case?
She wasnât sure she wanted to know what it meant that the beds werenât filled.
The others placed their packs on the trunk at the foot of their own bunk - one for each of them, then - so she gingerly sat on her own bottom bunk next to the one Yellow had chosen.
She absentmindedly started picking at the blue blood that was flaking off her cheek, but moved on to the more pressing matter of the chunks of hair that were glued together with that same blood. She grimaced at the sound it made as she pulled it apart with her fingers. She didnât want to think about how bad it would be if it her hair was any longer. It was bad enough at her shoulders.
When Yellow started stripping his armor in front of her she didnât pay it any mind. But when he also stripped off his black under suit, leaving him only in a pair of grey briefs, she nearly choked on her own spit, snapping her head down to stare resolutely at the floor.
Lennox became hyper aware of Orange, Red, and Green doing the same thing in her peripherals, but she wasnât peaking! Nope, not at all.
She tugged her hair apart rougher than she needed to, trying to think of anything except them.
Which was going terribly, considering Yellow called out loudly and she jerked her head up in response. He said something and gestured to the door on the other side of the room as he walked towards it. She watched everyone else follow him, after they grabbed extra clothes from their footlocker.
She waited a beat, and heard the sound of water through the door. She sniffed herself and nearly reeled. Yeah, she definitely needed to shower too.
She got up hesitantly, and after removing the gun from her pants, grabbed the too big extra clothes from her footlocker. The door slid open when she got close enough and she paused.
âPlease have dividers, please have dividers, please have dividers,â she chanted in her head.
She stepped through and immediately averted her eyes again.
Shit.
To the left were urinals, stalls, and sinks. But to the right was open as can be, with shower heads lining the wall in even intervals and benches in the middle of the tile floor.
She straightened her spine and braved the shower room, studiously ignoring the others while she stripped and chose a shower head on the opposite wall from them.
There was a good chance she just hit fuck it as she turned the handle to a nearly scalding temperature. She gave a shuttering breath and relished in watching all the bullshit from that day swirl down the drain.
