something i wrote a couple years ago for this au, and cleaned up now.
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She backed up, unsure of the whole situation. Her robes billowed out behind her, the draft through the large hangar whipping it around. Her lightsaber was lifted, but behind it, her eyes were afraid, her footing unsure. âTell me what you want!â she called out.
A few yards away, her opponent sneered at her from under his hood. He tossed his own saber -a blood red shade that gave off strange vibes- from hand to hand, thinking a moment before voicing his reply. âFor you to simply . . disappear.â
She flinched back involuntarily. Her flight senses were on high alert. âBut why?â
The figure shook his head. âI donât need to explain myself to you, Jedi.â
Sapphire tightened up her position, sensing an oncoming battle. It was always her, wasnât it?
--
âRuby, get me a hyperdrive motivator.â
The screeching of metal limbs was his only non-verbal response. âWhat, you think those things grow on trees?â
Gold held in a shout of frustration. âNo, but they do grow in that back closet.â He flicked a foot out in that direction, eyes still on the shaft. The repairs were almost done.
âFine, fine!â Ruby shuffled over to the place in question, opening it and side-stepping the mountain of supplies that spilled from its depths. âSorry, he muttered. He plucked the needed drive from the top, inspecting it as he came back over to Gold, who reached out a hand to take it.
Ruby sat back. âHow much longer?â
âNot much-â
Goldâs words were cut off by the sudden flickering of the lights, the exhaust pipe shutting off along with all the other machines in the room. He sat up. âWhat was-â
âThe windows.â Ruby was near them as soon as the words came out, peering into the blackness of the hangar they were cut off from by the plexiglass wall.Â
Gold came to stand beside him. It didnât take long to see a flash of red by what he assumed was the power grid, which explained the sudden lack in the function of all things mechanical. They were, after all, momentarily attached to the bigger shipâs source of power. Or, they were.Â
What made him worry, though, was the flash of purple that accompanied it. He took a few more seconds to watch the color beams slam into each other before turning back to the ship. âTwo minutes,â he told Ruby. âCut the connectors.â
He highly doubted she could handle more than that.
--
Sapphire let out an anguished shout of frustration as she was pushed back slightly.Â
Her enemyâs lightsaber came for her again, causing her to throw her own weapon up in a vertical position to block, although with much effort. â âm not here to kill people!â she stammered out.
âGood, that makes my job easier.â
âDonât suppose youâd share the details?â Sapphire grimaced and stepped back a couple steps before running forward and spinning left. He met her almost too easily.Â
No response came for her question.
--
Gold climbed into the cockpit, Ruby right behind him, and sunk into a seat. No problem. he just had to ram into a three-foot thick wall of plexiglass. No problem.
At least Ruby was being supportive.
--
Sapphire was thrown back as a deafening blast sounded through the room, echoing over and over again. Not wasting a moment, she got back to her feet and took cover, slinking over to the newly-made entrance the best she could. She locked down her lightsaber, not wanting the light to give her away.
The room was smoke. There was a lockpad next to middle hangar door, and it took but a moment for it to burst apart in a flurry of sparks with a well-placed strike. Soon it didnât matter that the hole was on the other side of the room -the entire wall lifted up with ease.
Footsteps came from behind her, and Sapph turned around and shot down her weapon with full force, slamming it into the red saber that seemed to appear from thin air.
The boy grinned up at her. âRunning away, hm?â
Before she could reply, a ship -her ship, she realized- flew overhead and out, then promptly turned as the pilot spotted them.
She thrust off, backing up as the boy recovered his footing. Gold was gesturing to her. Oh. They were gonna open the hatch, not the landing hold. Fun.
The ship flew off as she continued her duel.
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âRuby, climb up and open the hatch. Help her inside,â Gold ordered the droid. They were arcing, trying to gauge a good point to swoop in.Â
âRoger.â The loud metal steps carried off as Ruby went towards the access point.Â
Gold turned to watch the two fight for a minute, still deciding.
That is, until a wrong more cost Sapphâs opponent his protection, and his hood was blown back away from his face. Gold felt himself pause.
He was human. Male still, probably, but with longer red hair, like, really red, and wow okay that face-
A lurch made him snap out of it, the nose of the ship dipping. Gold straightened out and began moving forward.
--
She didnât have time to react.
All she saw was pale skin before he came back at her with full force, stronger than before. They came close and Sapph but her lip from the effort to maintain balance, suddenly finding the lightsaber closer to her face than she wouldâve liked. Silver eyes glowered at her, which was the usual, typical response she was used to getting.Â
âGet . . . OFF,â she yelled, pushing until she could step back. She was becoming aware of the noises of the ship.
He thrust his hood halfway on, covering up some hair and woah okay that was a vibrant color.
Before he could move again, she stepped to the edge, prayed to whatever god was out there that her timing was right, and threw herself off the edge. Luckily, the ship was right there, and she didnât lose all her breath on the rough landing.
A tug on her arm made her look up to see Ruby. Slowly, he helped her up and into the ship.
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[ laaate as always. this is from an old sw au i had, jedispe. there were two older drabbles that i tidied up. this is one of them, and i thought it would go w the pair quite well. ]
âThatâs not true.â
He opens his eyes, slowly. Raises his head from the depths of his folded palm. The only light was from the corners of the box, little flecks of it from the sunâs rays beneath, forcing their way through. It wasnât much, but it was enough to make out the otherâs form. To see the unborn fury in his eyes.Â
âNeither of us is useless.â
Boom. Born. He didnât think much of it still, just watching those burning golden eyes. He thought about reaching out, about unearthing what lay beneath them. But moving much in the cramped space wasnât going to be a smart idea. So he quieted the thought, like he did to many others, and let his own face betray nothing as he replied.
âYou donât know.â
He let his voice reverberate off the walls and hang there. It was quiet enough he could hear their shared breathing. The slow inhales, followed by sharp exhales. He could stop there, and think more of how he managed to end up in this mess. But somehow, some way, he continued.
âTo you, there has only ever been one true side. Itâs been black and white.â He let himself take another breath, still the air before continuing. âBut thatâs not how the world works. Thereâs always a grey.â He finally forces both eyes all the way up, catching those gold ones in his sight and holding them there. âTo the Jedi, there is no emotion, no passion.â He takes another breath, deep. âThere is only . . the Force. But thatâs-â His voice breaks, startling and a cruel betrayal of his mask. He feels his neutral mouth slip into a confused downturn, his brows furrow in empathy. And he continues, finding himself unable to straighten.
âThatâs no way to live. Without feeling. And Iâm not-â He looks up again, to those enamoring eyes. âIâm not saying the Sith are correct. Thereâs a code - âPeace is a lie. The force shall free me.â And I donât feel that way.â The last sentence came out in a whisper, almost a whimper, as he felt himself divulge more.
His shoulders hunch over, slowly, as he continued. âThere isnât a . . correct side. To me, thereâs a grey. Itâs not neutral, but it stands for neither.â He pauses, bites on his lip and forces his face to steady, his voice to even out. He lets the scared little boy vanish from his expression, lets his own silver orbs hollow out. âAnd when you believe in neither, in a world of one or the other, then you are useless.â
Realizing he was finished, Gold lets himself take in a breath, deeply, through an open mouth. He feels like a soul has been bared, lied out in front of him. But what to do with it, he has no idea.Â
It was true that he only knew of one side, really. Heâd taken the harshness of the other side and assigned it as bad, as wrong. But heâd also seen the conflict in Sapphire, when she came back with Green. Heâd never thought that both sides could be troubling. That the struggle for peace could be paved with such inhumane methods. To shut out your feelings entirely . . that didnât sound right. To give into them completely, though, didnât either.Â
âItâs not a balance,â Silver says, across from him. âItâs just a warped ideology. Itâs just the in-between.â
âI can see it.â
He waits until those grey orbs are fixed on his once again. âNot without struggle, without conflict. But I can-â
Suddenly, those eyes narrow and seem to pierce into his mind. He pauses, thrown off guard.Â
âYou wouldnât know,â Silver says, suddenly sounding as old as can be, as weary as possible. Gold has to wonder, briefly, how long heâs held on to this âgrey-sideâ notion. How long heâs questioned everything he knew, and yet still couldnât find himself turning to the only other side there was.
Then, the redheadâs next words blindsided him.
âAs someone so force-sensitive yet still not able to put any of it to good use, you are undoubtedly useless as well.â
The presence leaves his mind, and he feels his head thud back against the wall. Realizing what had happened, and taking into account the rather blunt insult, Gold snaps back up. âWhat-â
âItâs time I get out of here,â Silver mutters, reaching for the handle of his lightsaber. He holds it straight up and lets it illuminate, sending Gold reeling back only to realize he was in no immediate danger. The saber lit and struck through the boxâs upper doors, punching a hole in the metal. Before Gold could voice a complaint, Silver fixes both hands on the hilt and grinds them to the side, attempting to slash an opening.
Gold breathes out, once. Then he fumbles for the hilt at his side.Â
Silver works until thereâs a decent, sized hole, the reaches up to pry the rest of the side hatch off, the other across still intact. No matter, he only needed out to be able to get out-
He pauses, firmly aware of the glowing presence riding near his neck. The vibrant hum letâs him know, as the air stills.Â
Across, Gold lets his eyes narrow to slits. âPut it away.â
Ah. Heâd be talking about his- Right. Silver lets his red saber close, reattaching it slowly to his hip. Only then does he notice the hum was gone with it. He looks back up and evaluates. The pilot, holding the girlâs saber, he could only assume. The color was one-of-a-kind. But that was all it was. A colored plasma sword. There wasnât any other power behind it.
He hisses and screws his face up. âThis is what I mean. You have the potential, yet you canât use it,â he barks, lashing out with his words. âYouâre just. Like. Blue!â
Following his words, Silver struck a hand out. Gold had no idea what happened, but suddenly, Sapphâs saber was off, clouding him in darkness again. The light from the shipâs interior above illuminates Silverâs form, his snarl, his wide and darkened eyes.Â
Heâd had enough. Gold lurches forward and manages to climb over Silver and up through the hull. He throws Sapphâs saber to the far side of the room, then reaches for a button pressed against the wall in front of him. âI think itâs about time you get off my ship,â he spits, fingers punching the button.
Before Silver could react, the hatch beneath them opened. While Gold could grasp the other side of the upper hatch and the floor of the ship in front, Silver wasnât so lucky. He attempted to attach to the inner walls, but his ground disappeared so quickly he couldnât regain footing, his lower half dipping beneath him. With a breathy cry, heâs dropped from the box entirely.
Gold gets an arm up over the upper hatch and hauls himself up, shouting for the ship to speed ahead to whoever was piloting. The low-altitude cruising low heâd been experiencing suddenly jolted, and as he tumbles fully into the shipâs interior, they begin to gain speed, sending him to the opposite wall. Then he has a thought. Finding himself unable to pry away from the wall, he screams out his next words, eyes on the open hatch. âWhere are we?!â
âOver the capital building, leaving itâs airspace now!â Comes the reply, from Ruby he realizes, thank God.Â
So heâd be okay, Gold thinks. At least there was something to break his fall. Then he wishes he could punch himself, still unable to pry his limbs away from his torso. Itâd be better if heâd just die already and leave them alone!
But you donât really think that.
He quits his struggling. No. He didnât. The haunted look in those silver eyes resurfaces. It had made sense, what heâd said. Plus, he was right about his own sensitivities. They were there. Red had said so himself. But he just couldnât put them to fruition. Then, he remembers the name thatâd been spoken. Blue. He thinks that Crystal had mentioned that name once before.
âSet a course to base,â he calls out, hoping Ruby would hear him. A sudden jolt confirms, and he finds his mind reeling.
It was time to find out. It was time to get some answers.
its been.. far too long. but i saw tlj saturday and remembered this existed and got soo back into it like how you always get back into the sw verse when something new comes out.
i think i started this as a junior in hs who was still learning to put pen to paper so now as someone who can draw okay-ish i feel like the world has opened a little more.