My Oc Roxy Adeela! Roxy is everything you would expect a young pilot for the resistance. Cocky, hardheaded, loud. She was raised by the rebellion, a child who was free to run around the base after her parents died in the war. Every time she brings them up it gets quiet… to quiet. Not to mention the mysterious dates in her med center records. 19 BBY as a birthdate that can’t be right! Her life changes forever when she meets Kix after the battle of exagol and he notices her eyes. He knows those eyes because those are his eyes… the eyes of his many fallen brothers.
She hadn't expected the mercenary to knock her down so quickly. Roxy grunted and stumbled back, flailing into some kind of roll, but faltered when he held a blaster up to her. She raised her hands quickly and glanced up at him, swallowing.
He stilled. Stopped. The helmet tilted, and the gun lowered slightly. No words came from him, just the heavy breathing, hazed by his helmet.
Roxy coughed and kept her hands up, narrowing her eyes. She'd always been told her eyes were filled with defiance, rebellion, and she shoved all of that into her gaze. "If you're going to shoot, do it fast. I'm not going anywhere or saying anything."
He stood there for a moment and she flinched when the gun moved, and then lowered. "I'm not going to shoot you." The emotion is foggy, but that could have been due to the helmet. An old clone helmet.
"Why not? You came to take me, dead or alive?"
The gun rested on his hip and his visor stayed trained on her, heavy. She didn't realize why he was staring, shocked, still, until she saw the same defiance staring back at her.
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