Mara, not holding any official title with the first order-- would not be given any assignments regarding the resistance prisoners. Her orders had been clear upon revival, focus solely on destroying Luke Skywalker and no distractions were to be tolerated. Mara hated them, this sad imposter that paled in comparison to Empire she once served. She hated them, but they owned her. They had created her, and she was informed regularly just how easily they could snuff her out.
She’d been laying low, regrouping and reevaluating in order to properly make her next move in regards to her mission- but something had stolen her attention entirely. Cienna, the mechanic in which she’d had her altercation with so recently was one of the imprisoned. She was here, on the premises-- and Mara knew not how to feel about it. On one hand, she was the enemy. On the other? She was a rare, warrior of a woman. She was a spark ready to ignite into a wildfire. Mara admired her, and this was no end for such a fighter.
Cienna loathed her for what she’d done, and she reminded her as such when Mara visited her in captivity. It did nothing to hinder her plans to help Cienna escape, however. She was filled with rage, and plenty of colorful language-- and if anything, Mara admired her even more for it. Yes, she would help the girl escape, but it would prove difficult in her position. If she was discovered committing treason, it would be on penalty of death.
Plans had not been layed, she wandered the many halls of the base searching for inspiration. Mara stopped in her tracks entirely, for certainly her eyes deceived her.
Lo and behold, it was. She could not mistake him for someone else, he was her target. Her mission. Her sole purpose for re-existence. Luke Skywalker, and he was here-- right in her lion’s den.
It made sense when she realized, of course the hero is here to rescue his friends. It’s what his kind did. Not wasting any time, she elongated her strides as she hastened her way over to him. She was not about to let anyone else get to him first, and steal the glory of his demise for their greedy selves.
“Not so fast, farm-boy” She grabbed him by his arm and pulled him into a nearby closet used for storing replacement parts for various droids. “What exactly is the big plan here, huh?” Green eyes scanned his person, trying to figure it out for herself. She wasn’t angry, if anything her demeanor would read more annoyed than anything else. She paused, her mind clearly working overtime. “Look...I’m not going to kill you.” She shrugged, somewhat defeated. “Not today, at least.” She ran a hand through her fiery hair, clearly stressed.
“Believe it or not....I need....” She took a breath, struggling to complete her sentence. “I need your.....help” She didn’t look him in the eyes as she uttered her final word. It was too humiliating. “Don’t make a big thing about it, you’re gonna need mine too.”
