[color=C0C0C0] The blaster rifle rested on his lap, his foot tapping in aggravation. They had waited nearly twenty minutes now. Eighteen minutes too long. Wyler had picked up another stray, another deserter of the Empire. This one seemed fresh, too eager to leave, in his opinion, as far as what Wyler had told him about her. It wasn’t his call to say who the clone brought in, which included him but look how he turned out. The old clone seemed to think she could be an asset but how? An intelligence officer was far too risky. Could easily be a plant by the Empire, a double agent, his thoughts lingered. He leaned forward, gripping the handle of the rifle tighter. [i]”Where is this contact of yours?”[/i] The man grumbled toward the pilot, as he looked into the heavy rain. [i]DINK[/i] A blaster bolt hit the side of the transport ship making him pull back for cover. Several more shots hit the side. He stood, leaning against the opening of the ship, his rifle pointed at the landing pad, seeing three figures coming his way. [i]“Right on time..”[/i] The old clone mentioned, flipping a few switches on the console. The ship roared to life. Aellyn was soaked from the rain. Where did those troopers come from, she groaned, her heart was about to explode from running. Two days she had laid low in the underlevels, two days of starving and clinging on to hope she would make it out. She turned, taking a shot at the two troopers chasing her. Missed. Dank Farrik, she muttered to herself. The landing pad was close, she could make out a ship in the distance. Well, she hoped it was the ship she was waiting for. [i]“Ah, she has two bucketheads on her tail…”[/i] The rebel stated as he aimed, taking two shots at the troopers. Aellyn jumped to the side as she saw the bolts pass her, hitting one of the troopers. One down. At least someone was watching out for her, right? Or were they shooting at her? Too late to wonder about that now. The rebel looked into his scope, the woman was running erratically but he took aim at the other trooper. Taking in a breath then exhaled, firing off another shot. Missed. The transport ship hovered off the ground. Aellyn ran harder, gasping for breath as the rain pelted against her face. She holstered her pistol, took off her bag, tossing it inside before making a leap into the awaiting transport. The man yelled back to the pilot, Aellyn clung to the ship as her legs dangled below. [color=AE91B8]”Kriff!”[/color] Her finger tips gripped the floor but slick from the rain, she felt herself slipping back. The thought of dying passed by as she looked down at the shrinking city. She could see the trooper below aiming, firing more bolts as other troopers showed up on the pad. [color=AE91B8]”Help!” [/color] Aellyn yelled out. Not that she needed to yell, the man was already reaching out, his hands grabbed both of her arms and pulled her into the transport ship. A few more shots hit the side door as it closed shut. Aellyn laid across the steel floor as Wyler maneuvered the ship out of harm's way and eventually set its course off Coruscant. Laying on her back, soaked, her eyes shut as she breathed heavily. Her red hair matted against her face. She waited, catching her breath as they jumped to hyperspace. Aellyn wiped her eyes of the extra water. Did she really just make it? Was she finally safe? The rebel swung his rifle around to his back, kneeling down beside their newest travel companion. [i]“I’m Devin…You must be, Aellyn?”[/i] He smiled down at her. That is what she noticed first. His smile and a feeling she would eagerly begin to miss. ____ The neon glow of Nar Shaddaa seeped through the grimy transparisteel of the apartment, streaks of orange and green ran across the ceiling. Aellyn laid on her back, staring up at the lights reminiscing of a certain rainy day on Coruscant, a low steady breath could be heard beside her. She rolled to her side, toward the man laying next to her. She traced the line of his jaw with a fingertip, the stubble, rough against her skin. It was a moment of peace against what had transpired over the last week. Hiring a random transport to her next adventure, then finding herself stealing from a Star Destroyer and now, possibly, a casino heist. This wasn’t exactly [I]her[/I] plan but what exactly was that to begin with, she began to question. Aellyn studied the man’s face, it had been too long. The memories were beginning to fade of a life she once had with him. A life they had built outside the Empire, hell, the echoes of a rebellion. She wondered, not for the first time, if she chose the right path for herself. He was there, always, whenever she needed him. He accepted that she needed to find her peace. To fix what she had done. As the first rays of the moon's artificial dawn began to bleed through the window, new light painted the room. Aellyn knew she would need to check back in with the UA soon, if they hadn't left her, which was a high possibility. But for now, she allowed herself a few more moments, laying there with him. Devin stayed still, eyes half-lidded in the faint neon haze, letting her touch trace the line of his jaw. [i]"You always get that look when you’re thinking about leaving,"[/i] He said quietly, not accusing, just... knowing.[i] "Not right away. Just... eventually."[/i] [color=AE91B8]“You should be asleep…”[/color] She interjected. He turned slightly, catching her eyes. There was a softness in them. Or maybe he was just fooling himself again.[i] "I don’t blame you. You’ve got your fights, your ghosts... your missions. I’ve never asked you to give that up."[/i] A beat. He reached out, brushing a thumb along her wrist. [I]"But maybe... maybe I just wish, for once, you’d stay because you want to. Not because you’re tired. Not because you’ve got nowhere else to go. Just because of this,"[/I] He nodded toward the space between them, the warmth beneath the covers, the moment held in quiet, [i]"This is enough."[/i] He let the silence hang, barely a whisper above it. [I]"I know I’m not your finish line. But I keep hoping maybe I could be a stop you don’t run from.”[/I] Aellyn moved, closing the space between them. Her eyes looked deeply into his. [color=AE91B8]“I’m not running, Dev. I’m fixing what I did... This heist could be big. If we pull it off, I can get us, you, off this rock. Settle on Pabu…or Spira? Somewhere nice.”[/color] Her thumb running over his cheek. A moment she needed to remember. He didn’t answer right away. Just let her words hang there between them, soft and full of promise, like they always were. Pabu. Spira. Some place warm and quiet. Some place that wasn’t here and now. His hand found hers where it touched his cheek, holding it gently. [I]"You talk about later like it’s something you’re saving me for."[/I] His voice wasn’t accusing. Just tired. A little sad. [I]"I don’t need a beach or a clean slate. I don’t need perfect. I just need you."[/I] He met her gaze, steady, but there was something breaking at the edges. [I]"I know you’ve got things to fix. I know you think this job’s the way out. But if I’m only ever going to be part of the ending…"[/I] A pause. He shook his head slightly. [I]"Just come back. Please.”[/i] ____ Moments later, his words still echoed in her head. ‘Just come back, Please.’ It was always the same between them. He wanted her to stay and she couldn’t. Her past haunted her, the need to find peace was constant. Her eyes shifted over toward Devin as she folded some high end dresses into a crate. If she was going to look the part at the casino, she couldn’t wear just anything. And by that, she meant anything stored on the UA or smelled of bantha poodoo. Closing the crate after she packed the last item, she then picked up the shadow hologram off the table, placing it in her jacket pocket. [color=AE91B8]“I don’t know how you found the hologram but it will come in handy. I owe you, Dev. I owe you..everything.”[/color] She stepped toward him, placing her hand in his, looking into his eyes. Aellyn squeezed his hand before letting go. There were no more words that he could say to her and he knew it. Just a look of sadness but understanding. She pulled on the long jacket, double checking she had all her gear. Aellyn remembered the feeling of that rainy day, the first moment she saw him and his smile. She felt safe, she felt wanted. Something the Empire could never give her. The guilt moved through her body as they stood there together. The crate hovered above the ground as she looked back at him. Studying him over one last time, hoping it wouldn’t be the last. 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