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Devika nodded. "Well, Roxy, I'm really glad you like it."
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The next few days passed rather quickly. Devika started working on her 'New Empath in Town" blog series, and Roxy surprised her with a fancy set of noise canceling headphones. She was so touched, she wanted to cry. But she kept it in. She couldn't go crying at the drop of a hat until her and Roxy's bond was better. The headphones helped immensely though, they offered Devika a place to retreat whenever she felt overwhelmed.
"Good morning Roxy." As usual, Roxy had been up long before she had. Devika wondered how she did it every morning. Discipline, probably. She was jealous.
"I think I'm ready, and I mean it this time. You can open up the shop."
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The next few days passed rather quickly. Devika started working on her 'New Empath in Town" blog series, and Roxy surprised her with a fancy set of noise canceling headphones. She was so touched, she wanted to cry. But she kept it in. She couldn't go crying at the drop of a hat until her and Roxy's bond was better. The headphones helped immensely though, they offered Devika a place to retreat whenever she felt overwhelmed.
"Good morning Roxy." As usual, Roxy had been up long before she had. Devika wondered how she did it every morning. Discipline, probably. She was jealous.
"I think I'm ready, and I mean it this time. You can open up the shop."
"Oh, how lovely." The limo driver and his girl were kissing messily, sitting on the back of the limo and probably getting prints on the paint. Gross.
"Could I have the key, please?" Without losing contact with his date's face, the limo driver dug the key fob out of his pocket and handed it to me.
"Cool, that was easy." The limo was sleek and dark, but glittered a thousand colors in the light, like oil on water. "Let's go!" I was actually excited. Corolla only let me drive for short trips around the District, but here I could go wherever I liked.
I climbed in the driver's seat and pressed the start button. The dashboard lit and the limo came to life with an encouraging hum.
"Come on, Sam!"
"Could I have the key, please?" Without losing contact with his date's face, the limo driver dug the key fob out of his pocket and handed it to me.
"Cool, that was easy." The limo was sleek and dark, but glittered a thousand colors in the light, like oil on water. "Let's go!" I was actually excited. Corolla only let me drive for short trips around the District, but here I could go wherever I liked.
I climbed in the driver's seat and pressed the start button. The dashboard lit and the limo came to life with an encouraging hum.
"Come on, Sam!"
To say that Princess Kijani was distraught was an understatement.
After having to leave her Tantive 4 and her compatriots behind, her head was reeling with fear and anger. They had been close, so close to getting the plans to the Rebel base, and now what? Was it all for nothing? As they saw the Empire bearing down on them, they took one last risk. Princess Kijani held the plans herself, and they sent her off spiraling down to whatever planet was closest.
“They’re probably all dead, R-2.” She turned back to the lovely blue and white droid that had been her companion through it all. Due to some last second maneuvering by one of their engineers, it had been R-2’s signal that they had read “I have to carry this mission out, for them. For Rogue One, and everyone else that we’ve lost in this war.”
She unbuckled her belt and climbed out of the ship. Earlier scans had shown this to be Tattooine, a mostly desert planet full of farmers. However, just by going outside the ship she could have guessed that it was a desert planet.
She was absolutely surrounded by sand.
There was nothing around her visually, besides more and more of the hot golden dirt, and when she lifted her macrobinoculars and scanned around, nothing else appeared.
“This is… not good, R-2.”
R-2 gave a worried whir and beeped in reply.
“You’re right. I’ll just have to pick a direction and pray it’s the right one.” With that, she took up what little gear she had, including the precious plans, tied her white skirt off at the knee, and started walking.
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Another hour in and Kijani was beginning to feel like she had made the incorrect choice. Walking had gotten her nothing but sand. Sand in her shoes, sand in her skirts, sand in her mouth, eyes and every known and unknown crevice. After a time, she’d gotten smart and wrapped her gold cape around her head and eyes. But that didn’t help the winds that would blow through, kicking up grit and making her even more disoriented and hot. Her skin was blazing, and she glared at the high twin suns with her golden eyes.
“I had to land on a desert planet.” She complained to R-2. “It could have been an ice planet, though I’d probably be in the same situation, just freezing. It could have been a nice waterworld, with beaches and fish and tourists and-” Was that a figure in the distance?
She rubbed her eyes and squinted, but the sand just made them watery. When she tried to clear them out with her cape, and look again, the figure was gone.
“Oh no. I’ve heard of this. Mirages. They say it’s a sign you’ve gone crazy in the heat. I’m not crazy. Am I, R-2?”
R-2 beeped back at her, dutifully whirring along in the sand behind her.
“Oh, not crazy today, thank you very much for that.”
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The second hour was possibly worse. Her skin was bone dry, her emergency water had run out somewhere in the last click or so, and she was starting to become woozy with heat exhaustion. It was getting darker now, she was no nearer a destination, and now she was distinctly aware of figures following her. It could be more mirages, or it could actually be real danger.
“Please. R-2 – I can’t go on anymore. I can’t...” She reached into her bag with shaking hands, and pressed the plans onto the droid. “If I die here, find a way to get back to the Rebel Base. No matter what, R-2. No matter what.”
She slumped to her knees, and was unconscious before her body hit the ground.
After having to leave her Tantive 4 and her compatriots behind, her head was reeling with fear and anger. They had been close, so close to getting the plans to the Rebel base, and now what? Was it all for nothing? As they saw the Empire bearing down on them, they took one last risk. Princess Kijani held the plans herself, and they sent her off spiraling down to whatever planet was closest.
“They’re probably all dead, R-2.” She turned back to the lovely blue and white droid that had been her companion through it all. Due to some last second maneuvering by one of their engineers, it had been R-2’s signal that they had read “I have to carry this mission out, for them. For Rogue One, and everyone else that we’ve lost in this war.”
She unbuckled her belt and climbed out of the ship. Earlier scans had shown this to be Tattooine, a mostly desert planet full of farmers. However, just by going outside the ship she could have guessed that it was a desert planet.
She was absolutely surrounded by sand.
There was nothing around her visually, besides more and more of the hot golden dirt, and when she lifted her macrobinoculars and scanned around, nothing else appeared.
“This is… not good, R-2.”
R-2 gave a worried whir and beeped in reply.
“You’re right. I’ll just have to pick a direction and pray it’s the right one.” With that, she took up what little gear she had, including the precious plans, tied her white skirt off at the knee, and started walking.
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Another hour in and Kijani was beginning to feel like she had made the incorrect choice. Walking had gotten her nothing but sand. Sand in her shoes, sand in her skirts, sand in her mouth, eyes and every known and unknown crevice. After a time, she’d gotten smart and wrapped her gold cape around her head and eyes. But that didn’t help the winds that would blow through, kicking up grit and making her even more disoriented and hot. Her skin was blazing, and she glared at the high twin suns with her golden eyes.
“I had to land on a desert planet.” She complained to R-2. “It could have been an ice planet, though I’d probably be in the same situation, just freezing. It could have been a nice waterworld, with beaches and fish and tourists and-” Was that a figure in the distance?
She rubbed her eyes and squinted, but the sand just made them watery. When she tried to clear them out with her cape, and look again, the figure was gone.
“Oh no. I’ve heard of this. Mirages. They say it’s a sign you’ve gone crazy in the heat. I’m not crazy. Am I, R-2?”
R-2 beeped back at her, dutifully whirring along in the sand behind her.
“Oh, not crazy today, thank you very much for that.”
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The second hour was possibly worse. Her skin was bone dry, her emergency water had run out somewhere in the last click or so, and she was starting to become woozy with heat exhaustion. It was getting darker now, she was no nearer a destination, and now she was distinctly aware of figures following her. It could be more mirages, or it could actually be real danger.
“Please. R-2 – I can’t go on anymore. I can’t...” She reached into her bag with shaking hands, and pressed the plans onto the droid. “If I die here, find a way to get back to the Rebel Base. No matter what, R-2. No matter what.”
She slumped to her knees, and was unconscious before her body hit the ground.
"Sweet." I flashed a smile at him, a real one, then looked for the door. "Let's get out of here." I dropped my voice. "Hate Caeser Flickerman's show. Way too cheesy."
I explained what I was doing to the prep team and my Mentor, who smiled at me a little funny but let me go. Maybe they also thought I was going to go make out?
We were finally outside. I inhaled the night air, and the thought invaded my head that I was living on the stolen lives of 5 other teens. I shook my head a bit, trying to clear that noise.
"So, where is it?"
I explained what I was doing to the prep team and my Mentor, who smiled at me a little funny but let me go. Maybe they also thought I was going to go make out?
We were finally outside. I inhaled the night air, and the thought invaded my head that I was living on the stolen lives of 5 other teens. I shook my head a bit, trying to clear that noise.
"So, where is it?"
"Make out? N-no thank you. I don't do that." It was true. I'd never had a real boyfriend, though I did have a kiss once when I was about 13. It had been wet and spitty and I wasn't sure what all the fuss was about.
"...can I drive the limo, then?" I grinned, and batted my lashes like I'd seen some women do. "Please? Promise I won't wreck it." After all my years working on Capitol cars, I wanted to drive one.
"...can I drive the limo, then?" I grinned, and batted my lashes like I'd seen some women do. "Please? Promise I won't wreck it." After all my years working on Capitol cars, I wanted to drive one.
I find myself a little bit stuck.
I could feel my face heating up as Sam mentioned his bedroom. I was not naive - I knew what he was suggesting and couldn't help but reel with embarrassment. "Are all Capitol boys so forward?" I would love for my fathers to meet this boy, just to see which one of them could intimidate him first.
"Do you drive? We could go for a drive." Anything but back to that apartment, where I would sit alone and probably not sleep all night. "I'm from District 6 but I still love vehicles. Even though I work on them all the time. I've driven a little before but nowhere as... busy as this."
"Do you drive? We could go for a drive." Anything but back to that apartment, where I would sit alone and probably not sleep all night. "I'm from District 6 but I still love vehicles. Even though I work on them all the time. I've driven a little before but nowhere as... busy as this."
I could feel my face heating at his touch. This was all so strange. I backed away very slowly. "Well, I like the look. You should keep it." It was this dress and the makeup that was making him addled, I was sure.
If he saw me in my natural habitat, under an engine and half covered in grease, he'd turn his nose up.
"Sam, I'm supposed to sign autographs but you're literally the only one here." I paused a moment, wondering if what I was about to say could get me into trouble. "I'm going back to District 6 tomorrow. Will you show me the most fun place in the Capitol?"
If he saw me in my natural habitat, under an engine and half covered in grease, he'd turn his nose up.
"Sam, I'm supposed to sign autographs but you're literally the only one here." I paused a moment, wondering if what I was about to say could get me into trouble. "I'm going back to District 6 tomorrow. Will you show me the most fun place in the Capitol?"
It was a surprise to me to hear that I was beautiful. I heard it from my fathers all the time, but it was a different feeling from a boy my age. "I'm... beautiful, so you saved my life?" I guess that was all it took to win over a Capitolite. They were all so vapid and empty headed, I wondered how they kept their feet on the ground.
"I guess like Finnick Odair from several games ago. He was beautiful too." Maybe it wouldn't be terrible. Finnick had wealth and privilege. Maybe I could use some of that.
"Thank you for thinking I'm beautiful." I whispered into his ear. Then I pulled back, to really look at him.
He seemed so... normal. Aside from a very expensive looking suit, he looked just like any other boy. No makeup, no hair dye (Unless the red wasn't his real color). "So, where is all your finery? Or are you being casual?" I couldn't help the smirk that twisted my lips. Piston always said I challenged people.
"I guess like Finnick Odair from several games ago. He was beautiful too." Maybe it wouldn't be terrible. Finnick had wealth and privilege. Maybe I could use some of that.
"Thank you for thinking I'm beautiful." I whispered into his ear. Then I pulled back, to really look at him.
He seemed so... normal. Aside from a very expensive looking suit, he looked just like any other boy. No makeup, no hair dye (Unless the red wasn't his real color). "So, where is all your finery? Or are you being casual?" I couldn't help the smirk that twisted my lips. Piston always said I challenged people.
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