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Thereâs a rebel on board the Star Blaster. The information is passed along corridors in whispers, notes slipped under tables and into new hands. A rebel, come to do something big no doubt, something galaxy changes. Then thereâs another whisper, rippling around a select band of Storm Stroopers who keep their eyes down when they hear it for fear of bursting into tears right there and then. Not just any rebel, they say, the rebel. The one who refused to kill, who escaped with the resistance pilot. Who was one of them until he decided heâd had enough. Does he know, RS-4418 wonders as she marches down the corridor, doing her best to seem calm. Does he know that he sparked a second rebellion right here in the heart of the first order? Theyâve all heard the story after all. True there are those who have condemned him as a traitor but there are others, like her, like PG-8823 (she misses her, oh how she misses her) that took the story to heart. Thereâs barely a night go past where RS doesnât spend her last few moments of wakefulness dreaming of the day all their carefully laid plans, all their hope comes to a front. The day sheâll meet FN-2187, look him in the eye and say thank you.Â
And now that day is here. Heâs here, but heâs in trouble, possibly more than he realizes. RSâ mind is a blur of excitement and terror as she speeds down the corridor as fast as she can without seeming suspicious. Her sources told her heâs coming this way, and she ducks into one of the quieter maintenance tunnels, rarely frequented by anyone but mechanics such as herself. For a moment she simply leans against the wall and breathes, counting slowly to ten and then down again. There are so many people relying on this meeting going well, what if it goes wrong? Worse, what if FN-2187 isnât the hero they all need him to be and refuses to help. Itâs a thought she doesnât allow herself to entertain, but itâs there.Â
After a couple of moments JH-3246 walks past and gives RS the smallest of nods. This is it. FN-2187 is walking down the corridor now. All of a sudden, there he is and RS-4418 freezes for a moment before slipping out of her hiding place and wrapping her arms around one of his in an attempt to stop him running away straight away. âYou need to follow me,â she says, voice imploring under her helmet, before pulling him towards the maintenance tunnel before whispering, âYouâre FN-2187 right? Youâre like-oh wow-youâre um a hero and we need your help.âÂ








