We were busy having family time out and about today, so we didn't have as much time to write. Still, for anyone waiting on more Star Wars fanfic from my daughter and me:
(Part 1 is here.)
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Hux straightened his shoulders and followed Ren out, pulling the blaster he should have used months ago from under his coat. “Kylo Ren!” he called.
Ren whirled. “That’s ‘Supreme Leader’ to y—”
Hux shot, but Ren made a swiping motion and the blast went wide.
As expected, thought Hux. Despite the breadth of his powers, Ren had a limited repertoire, favorite moves that he called upon regularly.
Ren advanced on him, a familiar expression of fury creasing his features. Good, Hux thought. He makes mistakes when he’s angry. Still, Hux struggled to keep his hand steady as Ren’s arm came up.
Hux felt his feet begin to leave the ground, his windpipe start to collapse. It was now or never. Keep calm. Steady. He shot again.
Ren, all his abilities focused on his displeasure, had no time to react. He went down and so did Hux, landing hard on his back.
Get up, get up before he does.
Hux struggled to sit up, scrambling to make ready with the blaster should he need it again. But even as he aimed again at Ren’s prone form, Hux knew it was over. Ren lay on the rock, unmoving. If the blast had left a scorch mark, Hux couldn’t see it against the black of Ren’s clothes. Nor was he particularly interested in getting a closer look.
Stupid boy.
Hux holstered the blaster and hurried back up the plank into the ship. “Get her up!” he shouted to the pilot.
“Sir?”
“Get. Her. Up!”
The pilot darted a glance out the windscreen. “But...”
Hux’s gaze followed the pilot’s to where Ren’s body was clearly visible. How much had the man seen?
“It’s all part of the plan,” Hux told him. He hoped it sounded plausible. “Now take us back to the ship.”
The pilot hesitated; Hux could see him calculating each possible scenario. But before Hux could snap at him again, the pilot said, “Yes, sir,” and pulled up the gangplank.
No love lost for Ren, Hux thought. Good. After Ren’s overwrought reign, Hux imagined he’d be a welcome new leader.
Supreme Leader Hux. Yes, it had a nice ring to it.
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“Commander Dameron, there is a First Order command ship landing—”
Poe Dameron appeared at Lieutenant Connix’s shoulder and peered at the monitor. “That’s impossible.”
Connix sat back in her chair. “Impossible or not, it’s happening.”
“Just the one ship? Can we get a visual?”
“Not without sending a droid out,” said Connix. “Could give us away if they don’t know we’re here.”
“Oh, they know,” said Poe. “Why else would they be here?”
“They like rocks?”
Poe met her gaze, and the corner of her mouth quirked upward. He gave a short nod. “Send out a droid.”
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Part 3 is now posted here.
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