Rianna Organa
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"it's a trap!"
"Fly with us." Carrying message droids, smuggling weapons, and just shuttling people from planet to planet base to base the life of a freighter pilot.
"INCOMING!"
Flashes of images filled her mind. An explosion, but was it the TIEs or the Freighter.
Rianna exhaled what did all the images mean the past was difficult to decipher but she had many nights where the dreams became stronger, and the drive to delve deeper pursued her till she gave in and sat quietly focused on the force. How many centuries ago was this. She could see the Destroyers filling the skies the hulls gleaming off the newly minted ships, the thousands of white imperial troopers who wore a familiar face, and death echoing across the galaxy the sound of weeping filled the great halls.
Many thought the old tales were just that tales, and then there were those that believed with so much fervor that nothing less was acceptable.
Rianna had heard that someone pulled the Millennium Falcon out from its grave and restored it to its finest glory. Rumors persisted that Luke's hilt was being carried by a new Jedi, it wouldn't be long before Vader's belongings adorned some youngling somewhere.
Why so much about the past lately she knew in time all things revealed themselves. But this sensation nagged at her, and this she did not like.
"Fly with us." Carrying message droids, smuggling weapons, and just shuttling people from planet to planet base to base the life of a freighter pilot.
"INCOMING!"
Flashes of images filled her mind. An explosion, but was it the TIEs or the Freighter.
Rianna exhaled what did all the images mean the past was difficult to decipher but she had many nights where the dreams became stronger, and the drive to delve deeper pursued her till she gave in and sat quietly focused on the force. How many centuries ago was this. She could see the Destroyers filling the skies the hulls gleaming off the newly minted ships, the thousands of white imperial troopers who wore a familiar face, and death echoing across the galaxy the sound of weeping filled the great halls.
Many thought the old tales were just that tales, and then there were those that believed with so much fervor that nothing less was acceptable.
Rianna had heard that someone pulled the Millennium Falcon out from its grave and restored it to its finest glory. Rumors persisted that Luke's hilt was being carried by a new Jedi, it wouldn't be long before Vader's belongings adorned some youngling somewhere.
Why so much about the past lately she knew in time all things revealed themselves. But this sensation nagged at her, and this she did not like.