The Lost | A Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rewrite

Chapter Eleven

Though the chill of the floor made it through Gianna's socks, she was certain of her decision not to wear shoes. It had worked once before--- well, sort of. At least until she and Alrox had walked directly into a trap. But it's not like it was because they weren't wearing shoes. 

Gianna looked around, trying to figure out a way not to be recognized. The only thing she could come up with was wrapping herself in a blanket, though, she assumed that would make her stand out even more. 

Unless... Gianna came up with an excuse for why she was just wandering around. She could say she was just taking a walk because she couldn't sleep. If someone asked further questions she could "admit to" trying to find the dining hall to get a midnight snack. That was at least a better excuse than what she was actually doing. 

Gianna threw the blanket around her shoulders, feeling a little less exposed now. She began to push the dresser out of the way, putting all her weight into it. Once the dresser was out of the way, she opened the hatch, looking around to see that the hallway was clear. 

A mischievous smile crept onto Gianna's face, and fell just as quickly as it came. She had a task to complete. Gianna tiptoed out of her room, closing the hatch behind her. She paused, trying to remember which way to go. Remembering after about a minute, Gianna bounded off in that direction. 

Gianna had almost passed the room, but turned back when she realized it. She observed the pin pad, realizing she didn't exactly know the combination. At least it wasn't a fingerprint recognition pad like she had seen for some other rooms. As Gianna observed the pad more closely, she noticed fingerprint smudges on three different numbers, one of them being more smudged than the others. Eight, five, and nine, with nine being the one that had been more smudged. Gianna assumed it was a four-digit pin, with nine being used twice, and tried a few combinations. 

5-9-9-8

The pad flashed the word denied, or, at least, what Gianna assumed meant denied. She tried again.

8-9-9-5

denied

8-9-5-9

The hatch opened and Gianna rushed inside, looking around. The room appeared to be filled with miscellaneous objects, though there was a trend that Gianna noticed: they were all from earth. Gianna found a physical binder, not something common to these aliens, opening it to see that it was full of  IDs, mostly driver's licenses. Recognizing some of the faces on the driver's licenses as people she had passed while she was here, Gianna concluded that the IDs were fake. Something agents could carry while they were on earth in order to blend in. Gianna didn't know whether to feel more disturbed by this or not. She glanced at the open hatch before closing the binder and heading in a different direction.

There was another bin full of cash and credit cards, and another full of canned food. Gianna finally reached a bin with weapons in it. It was mostly empty, spare for Gianna's knife, Alrox's baseball bat, and a pistol that looked like it had been stolen off a police officer. Gianna considered taking it, but realized quickly it was out of ammo. Besides, she wasn't entirely sure how to use a gun, so her knife would have to suffice. Gianna grabbed the matte silver multitool and stuffed it in her pocket, glancing at her hoodie.

She wanted to take it so badly, but knew that if she did, it would be obvious she had been here. Gianna forced herself to forget about it, tightening the blanket around her shoulders, and sneaking out of the room. Gianna didn't even wait to hear the hatch hiss as it closed before making her way back to her room in a hurry. So far she hadn't seen anyone, which could either be very good, or very bad. 

Gianna must have made a turn too quickly, because before she knew it, she slipped and found herself falling on her side. 

"Umph!" she called out as she hit the ground. Gianna gasped for air, having had the wind knocked out of her. Next time, she would wear shoes. Gianna caught her breath as she looked up, unable to recognize the hallway she had stumbled into.