Kanan was laughing.
A smile split in his face in two, and in his hand was a glass full of spotchka. He was telling her a story, but she didn’t know what. His words came out jumbled and unintelligible, and yet, it didn’t matter. She could still hear his voice, see his face, taste the drink in her own hand. Everything was surreal but perfect, and she didn’t question its reality.
Not until a shot rang out. Not until Kanan gasped, a hole in his chest, and collapsed onto the floor in a bloodied heap.
Song screamed. No words came, and as she whirled around to find the shooter, there was nothing. Just her and Kanan flat on his chest in a pool of his own blood. She bent down over him and seized his shoulder. When she rolled him over, she recoiled. Terror swept through her, a fear she hadn’t felt in years.
She was looking at her brother’s face, ghostly white.
Song woke with a start. Sweat dripped from her head, and she drew ragged breaths, like she had been underwater for too long. Her heart slammed in her chest. She slid out from the sheets and staggered barefoot to the bathroom, prepared to vomit. When she leaned over the sink and waited, nothing came.
She looked into the mirror, into her hard features. Black hair clammy against her skin. Scars on her shoulders. Pale, like her brother. She let out a deep sigh.
Before she left the apartment, Song took a cold shower. It washed the sleep from her face, but not the thoughts. The images, the dream. It had felt too real not to be one, and she couldn’t shake it away no matter how cold the water. She thought the fresh air might help, but she wouldn’t find that in the Taris underworld.
The streets were packed with unfamiliar faces. People shot her the worried looks, balking at the sight of a Mandalorian, but she didn’t care. Song had come to find River’s killer.
Those who had last seen him said he’d taken a job hunting down a group of rogue smugglers. It had been a headache, jumping from one world to another, tracking them down—but she found them. Discovered they were in hiding in the underbelly of Taris, holed up in a lavish casino. Why? She had no idea, but it wouldn’t matter.
Revenge was so close, she could taste it.
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A smile split in his face in two, and in his hand was a glass full of spotchka. He was telling her a story, but she didn’t know what. His words came out jumbled and unintelligible, and yet, it didn’t matter. She could still hear his voice, see his face, taste the drink in her own hand. Everything was surreal but perfect, and she didn’t question its reality.
Not until a shot rang out. Not until Kanan gasped, a hole in his chest, and collapsed onto the floor in a bloodied heap.
Song screamed. No words came, and as she whirled around to find the shooter, there was nothing. Just her and Kanan flat on his chest in a pool of his own blood. She bent down over him and seized his shoulder. When she rolled him over, she recoiled. Terror swept through her, a fear she hadn’t felt in years.
She was looking at her brother’s face, ghostly white.
Song woke with a start. Sweat dripped from her head, and she drew ragged breaths, like she had been underwater for too long. Her heart slammed in her chest. She slid out from the sheets and staggered barefoot to the bathroom, prepared to vomit. When she leaned over the sink and waited, nothing came.
She looked into the mirror, into her hard features. Black hair clammy against her skin. Scars on her shoulders. Pale, like her brother. She let out a deep sigh.
Before she left the apartment, Song took a cold shower. It washed the sleep from her face, but not the thoughts. The images, the dream. It had felt too real not to be one, and she couldn’t shake it away no matter how cold the water. She thought the fresh air might help, but she wouldn’t find that in the Taris underworld.
The streets were packed with unfamiliar faces. People shot her the worried looks, balking at the sight of a Mandalorian, but she didn’t care. Song had come to find River’s killer.
Those who had last seen him said he’d taken a job hunting down a group of rogue smugglers. It had been a headache, jumping from one world to another, tracking them down—but she found them. Discovered they were in hiding in the underbelly of Taris, holed up in a lavish casino. Why? She had no idea, but it wouldn’t matter.
Revenge was so close, she could taste it.
@llamallove