#traitortotheorder

❝ You’re that stormtrooper, right? The one who turned on the order. ❞

The woman let out a whimsical giggle as the man walked into her shop, her hand moving to run through her red curls. She tilted her head at him with an edge of curiosity , eyes calculating and lips pursed into a smirk. Her voice almost sick with the sweetness that dripped from it as she purred out , “ My, My, My, are you not just an adorable little thing? “

          She’s sat by his bed, keeping a watchful eye on him and his injuries. The injuries he sustained at the hands of her grandson. As a young girl in the Legislative Youth Program she’d oft heard the saying of history repeating itself. She hadn’t put much thought into that witticism until now. Ben, her own grandchild, was following in the shadowed steps of her husband. 

          And yet, there would always be heroes. Some might argue that she was the hero of her time, standing up to Anakin when he’d been seduced by the darkside, and her children had followed suit twenty years later. Now this young man, lying on the bed and being treated for his injuries, was part of the next group of heroes. “What you have done over these past few days has been very brave,” she says aloud. “You’ve risked much, fighting for the side of the LIGHT.”