The 8th Noble
Your ears are ringing and the side of your head is throbbing with an intense pain that seems to slowly abate with each breath you take. As you try to recall where you are, there are three things that come to mind.
One. You recall something about Coruscant. It's underworld to be precise.
Two. There is a a tan girl, no older than twenty-one reaching out towards you before it all blurs.
Three. The wind is rustling your hair. Or helmet, if you are so inclined.
You are in a steep fall. Not by choice but because the ground beneath you gave way when the world was shaken by some kind of explosion. Not actually the whole world, of course, but rather your part of the world. A hyperlaser might have struck just a few floors above, or maybe it was a deliberate sabotage.
Because on this very day there are undoubtedly cruisers in the unseen sky. Because on this very day it was decided that the Empire strike back at Coruscant. You might have known this, or you might have been caught just as off-guard as the girl that now seemed to fall alongside you was.
Your train of thought and your efforts to recollect your memory is eventually interrupted by the unwelcome sensation of water, or at the very least something very similar to water, rushing past the back of your head, your ears, your chest, thighs, and finally feet in rapid succession.
You are however not in the water when you come back to it. The girl is kneeling down by your side, and she's clearly worried.
"Come on." She pleads as she tries to shake you awake. "Don't do this!"
It doesn't take long before she notices that you are awake again and she quickly helps you sit back up again.
"Oh, thank the heavens." She speaks through a very brief sigh of relief before she stands up on her feet again and motions for you to do the same. "Get up, we have to keep moving, we are not wanted here."
One. You recall something about Coruscant. It's underworld to be precise.
Two. There is a a tan girl, no older than twenty-one reaching out towards you before it all blurs.
Three. The wind is rustling your hair. Or helmet, if you are so inclined.
You are in a steep fall. Not by choice but because the ground beneath you gave way when the world was shaken by some kind of explosion. Not actually the whole world, of course, but rather your part of the world. A hyperlaser might have struck just a few floors above, or maybe it was a deliberate sabotage.
Because on this very day there are undoubtedly cruisers in the unseen sky. Because on this very day it was decided that the Empire strike back at Coruscant. You might have known this, or you might have been caught just as off-guard as the girl that now seemed to fall alongside you was.
Your train of thought and your efforts to recollect your memory is eventually interrupted by the unwelcome sensation of water, or at the very least something very similar to water, rushing past the back of your head, your ears, your chest, thighs, and finally feet in rapid succession.
You are however not in the water when you come back to it. The girl is kneeling down by your side, and she's clearly worried.
"Come on." She pleads as she tries to shake you awake. "Don't do this!"
It doesn't take long before she notices that you are awake again and she quickly helps you sit back up again.
"Oh, thank the heavens." She speaks through a very brief sigh of relief before she stands up on her feet again and motions for you to do the same. "Get up, we have to keep moving, we are not wanted here."