A thousand thousand worlds sparkled in the night sky above the capital city of Lothal.
Nubica found the view breathtaking as she scaled the city wall. The galaxy's Outer Rim was such a big place. So many planets, so many stars. All teeming with mysteries and diverse species.
And she was giggling like a schoolgirl. She was dressed in Mando armour. It was a bad idea to decide to have her first drink tonight of all nights. The night before the Alliance were due to land. But she could never step away from a dare. And so here she was, a homage of sorts in her mind as she paid the price for gambling for forfeits.
She wanted to visit every planet. She wanted to have a thousand thousand adventures on those thousand thousand worlds. She wanted everyone to be free to travel across the stars. That was impossible with the One Sith and First Order in the galaxy. They did everything they could to limit personal freedom, including suppressing creative talent.
No one was going to squash Nubica.
She giggled again. Must be the night air.
Hard clack-clacks echoed in the street below. Nubica recognized that sound immediately. The local police. She tightened her grip and leaned close against the wall she climbed. She must remain unseen. That was the dare.
Right as the police turned toward the wall, Nubica climbed over the ledge. She laid her body flat along the top and waited. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three... The sounds of boots echoed again on the pavement and started to fade. They were marching away. Nubica was safe — for the moment.
“On course," Nubica whispered into her mic.
One of the GA pilot’s voices came over her helmet comlink. "Proceed."
"Copy that," said Nubica. "This is going to be fun." She pushed herself up to stand atop the wall. "Very fun."
On the other side of the wall lay the former Academy for Young Imperials. She landed lightly, almost silently, on the tarmac. She took a moment to survey the airfield. No guards. The place was deserted and empty.
She reached the main doors and removed the airbrush from her belt and shook the attached canister. Then she pressed down on a nozzle and called on her rudimentary talents. Nubica began to paint. The old rebels insignia. As she finished, now doubled in a giggling fit, she felt the earth move. It was no explosion, but an earthquake. Local too. Too local.
She ran from the compound before the earth opened up beneath her feet.
PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A 150-POST DOMINION