#unsxnctioned

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     they had decided to take the fight to her father, after hunting him down and finding out where he was. literally hours on end were spent meticulously planning the mission and countless officers involved. but only the two of them went into the compound where they found her father was staying, loaded up with plenty of weapons and ammo cartridges and everything they could possibly use. THEY WERE READY, but then they walked in.

     stormtroopers at either side of her father, that evil smirk on her face that made her stomach feel sick and twisted like it was being stabbed every second. nesota barely registers what is happening when she lifts the weapon, only to find troopers coming from behind them to strip them of weapons.   “ stay close, ”   the woman whispers to thanisson as she moves closer to him, standing as his guard. but her father was smart, was prepared, and the troopers pull them apart, rip them apart, throwing her to the floor. it causes her head to go fuzzy and all she can make out is seeing the love of her life being dragged away.

     her father then steps on her shoulder, forces her to look at them.   “ you never should have left us, ”   he speaks,   “ now you force my hand, child. ”   and then she hears the familiar sound of a gun going off, echoing in her ears. it takes a long moment before the pain in her abdomen becomes apparent and suddenly everything is growing black and her body is shutting down. the last thing that she can remember is looking down the hall and seeing thanisson being dragged away around the corner, and a sudden shot ringing out into the air. as much as nesota wanted to get up and fight, to get to him, all she could do was move a few inches before losing all consciousness.

“...” Praetor’s head was already sinking down to her desk, and she groaned loudly instead of answering Thannison’s questions. She pressed both hands against her face in frustration, trying to get her sluggish brain to function again. “I was, uhm... fixing, something. This,” she muttered finally, gesturing with one hand to the assortment of wires and panels in front of her. Though in her current state, she was probably making less than zero progress...

“Pills won’t... help me,” Praetor’s sentence was broken with a yawn, but her eyes finally found some focus. “I’ve been... sleeping badly, the past few... three, days maybe? It’s not insomnia really, it’s...” she hesitated for a long second, before sighing. “...it’s nightmares.”

     she was curled up by his side in bed, sleeping like the rest of the resistance base. everyone had turned down for the night except for those on duty, those watching out. nesota had been that way until the NIGHTMARES struck. dark images flooded her mind. her parents standing behind her, telling her to shoot an innocent man. first order officers dragging thanisson away from her and then a shot echoing in the hall. there was blood and death and darkness. but the last imagine was the most haunting. it was her father waking her up with that sickening smile he wore before suddenly shooting her. 

     the shot in her dream pulled her awake, forcing the woman to sit up with a gasp. sweat covered her skin and her lungs were panting. hands shook. she glanced beside her and saw thanisson was still resting peacefully. she couldn’t wake him up, she couldn’t bother him with this. quietly she rises from their bed and moves to the living room of their dorm, takes a seat by the window to look out at the night sky. her dream felt so REAL. the pain she felt was so real. it was a dream so why was it so...vivid?

Praetor Ren tried to cover her mouth, and the giggle that escaped almost sounded innocent despite her mask and hood laying against a chair. “Bitter caf, for a bitter soul. How appropriate!” she commented, wearing a cheeky smile while pouring a full mug for Thannison. 

Once that was done, she began scooping some sugar and cream for herself. “I happen to like my caf sweet like my soul, thank you very much,” Amanda’s indignant tone was betrayed by her own smiling eyes as she stirred.

He huffed at the younger man’s words, almost rolling his eyes, though those were mostly done in jest. Being evil had rid the First Order of humor, apparently. For one, Eron knew he was sort of the odd one out among them; he was more unconventional when it came to dealing with things, much to their dismay but he couldn’t care less. What he did was his own business.